"Qingqing, I'm feeling awful, can you help me?" Shen Jue whispered softly in Rong Qingqing's ear.
"Where are you feeling awful?" Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing's heart softened again.
If Shen Jue, with his stubborn temper, could open his mouth to ask for help, he must be feeling particularly awful.
"With your alcohol tolerance, you went drinking with my brother, and in the end, aren't you the one suffering? Do you have a headache or is your stomach upset? Do you feel like throwing up?" Rong Qingqing asked.
Shen Jue directly grabbed her hand and placed it at his lips for a kiss, then moved her hand downward, all the way to...
"I'm feeling awful here," he said.
Rong Qingqing: "..."
The next second, the room echoed with the crisp sound of a slap.
In the darkness, Shen Jue's face gradually showed a handprint.
"Shen Jue! If you're feeling awful there, either endure it or I'll simply take you to the hospital to have it chopped off!"
