Summer Shawcross leaned against the sofa, gradually feeling her breathing becoming laboured.
Accompanied by the increasingly intense pain, she was on the verge of passing out, yet the more she hurt, the more lucid she became!
Just as Summer Shawcross curled up on the sofa, writhing in agony, her body finally fell off the sofa and onto the carpet.
Summer gritted her teeth, and her hands uncontrollably started to grab at everything around her.
The squirrel house on the coffee table was pushed over by her and fell to the ground, and the small hamster inside seized the opportunity to escape.
Summer took two deep breaths, realizing she was about to lose control, and hurriedly lifted her hand to bite down hard on the back of it again...
...
——Knock knock!
...
At this time, two knocks suddenly sounded.
Summer Shawcross's mind was numb from the pain, and she didn't hear any sound, just curled up on the ground, biting hard on her hand.
