Ye Xiaoyu simply couldn't swallow it, so when he brought the bowl over, she just spat out one of the glutinous rice balls from her mouth.
It was as if she had been through an ordeal, slumped listlessly in his arms, breathing weakly.
Anjue looked at her delicate appearance and sighed inwardly.
"Why so weak."
Then he carried her back to the room upstairs.
The room upstairs was very clean, devoid of the odors from last night. Anjue placed her on the bed and said, "Zhou Bie said you need a few more days of rest. I've taken leave for you."
Ye Xiaoyu weakly caught her breath. The school was busy preparing for the New Year, and classes were not heavy.
So she nodded, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.
Ye Xiaoyu had been particularly sleepy and weak recently, with no energy every day. She was also very silent.
Her body was too weak these days, unable to endure Anjue's demands once again.
Anjue was quite frustrated.
