She didn't really leave, and she didn't dare to get closer to Shang Dongyuan. She could only follow him from a distance, watching his somewhat trembling figure, walking very unsteadily.
She felt it just now; his body was very hot. Could he have a fever?
What if he faints while walking alone like this?
At this moment, Shang Dongyuan was burning with desire, his mind full of impulses. How could he have the energy to care if someone was following him?
He didn't even take out his phone, probably left it in the previous room.
His body was increasingly out of control. Helplessly, he stumbled to the upper floor, got a room, and prepared to take a cold shower.
But as he entered the room, his thoughts were so scattered that he didn't even close the door, and he collapsed to the ground.
