Seeing Yang Sixue on the bed, his nose grew hot, and he almost had a nosebleed.
Yang Sixue was lying on the bed, twisting her body restlessly, possibly due to discomfort. Her soft, slender waist writhed like a water snake. Her rain-soaked clothes, still not dry, clung to her body and perfectly outlined her exquisite figure. Her legs were especially captivating: long, shapely, and snowy white, with the luster of fine jade.
The stunning sight made blood rush to Zhao Dong's head.
Zhao Dong swallowed hard, trying to calm himself as he looked at her. "What's wrong?"
Yang Sixue was panting heavily, her face flushed and her phoenix eyes glazed over. "I... I'm so dizzy," she murmured, "My body feels awful, Zhao Dong. I feel so sick... my head hurts."
