"What are you doing?" Ye Anqi asked puzzled.
"Tie him up."
Ye Anqi: "..."
Ya Shitian used clothes to bind Timothy tightly, so even if Timothy woke up, he couldn't do much.
He even stuffed Timothy into the wardrobe, giving a feeling of hiding a corpse.
After finishing these, his energy was significantly depleted.
Ye Anqi saw his face turn pale and hurriedly supported him, "Are you okay, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine."
"Lie down and rest."
Ya Shitian leaned against the head of the bed, looking somewhat weak.
Ye Anqi hurried to pour him some water to drink.
"Can you eat something now, are you hungry?" She asked him.
Ya Shitian's intestines hadn't recovered yet, these days he was surviving on nutritional fluids.
He nodded, "Go get me some."
"Alright."
Ye Anqi opened the door and went downstairs to prepare some porridge and brought it up.
Recently, her tongue was injured, so the kitchen always had various porridges for her to eat.
