Ling Chuxia hurriedly turned back, and before the door fully closed, she proped it with her hand and pushed it open. Just as she expected, she saw Shi Che sitting on the ground, holding his forehead in pain, his handsome face contorted in agony.
Ling Chuxia's heart skipped a beat. Not caring about anything else, she rushed forward and supported Shi Che with both hands, her eyes unable to hide her concern, "Shi Che, are you alright?"
Shi Che struggled to open his eyes, gave her a cold glance, and his tone grew even colder, "I don't need your help, leave!"
He pushed her hands away and tried to stand up by himself, but his body had gradually been overtaken by the intoxication, and he could not manage to get up on his own for a while.
Ling Chuxia was pushed aside by Shi Che, her hands slowly clenched into fists. She looked at him and her eyes hardened slightly.
