He Tang didn't know what had gotten into her, suddenly feeling restlessly hot and uneasy, with her vision alternating between yellow and black flashes, and her stomach churning like turbulent waves, yet she couldn't vomit at all.
Her slender fingers clutched at the armrest beside her, her whole body already struggling to stay seated.
She felt not just hot, but an excruciating pain in her throat, and itchiness everywhere on her body, yet she didn't know where to scratch.
He Tang's face was so red it looked as though it could bleed, her entire being like a shrimp that had been steamed red.
"Did you enjoy the chocolate?" Zhang Qian suddenly asked.
He Tang lifted her head to look at Zhang Qian's moving lips, but she couldn't understand what he was trying to say.
Zhang Qian lifted the blanket off and got out of bed, walking leisurely towards her until he stood firm in front of her.
He grabbed her hair in one swoop, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.
