She drank four cups of tea in one go before she felt her throat was no longer so burning, and her consciousness slowly returned.
"Hiss—" She wanted to move her body, but suddenly felt a burst of pain. She couldn't help but hissed and frowned.
"Does it still hurt? I've given you medicine..." The low and hoarse voice said in her ear.
Shen Ning's consciousness became clearer. She slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was a silver-white mask, so close that she took a breath.
"Is it... you?" Her voice trembled, and a huge fear came over her heart, making her almost unable to sit still.
"It's me." The man said in a low voice.
Shen Ning felt her eyes go dark and almost fainted again.
The man helped her in time and let her lean on his chest.
She calmed down and slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was still the cold mask, and she began to tremble involuntarily.
"Are you cold?" The man hugged her tightly. His body was hot, just like the stove she hugged tightly in her dream.
It was like a basin of cold water was poured on her body, making her whole body start to feel cold, and her teeth rattled twice.
"Why are you shaking? Is it a fever?" The man reached out his hand and put it on her forehead in confusion, and found that the temperature was not high.
"Ning'er, you..." Before he could finish his words, she suddenly raised a hand and landed heavily on his face.
"Beast!" She cursed through gritted teeth, and at the same time pushed the man's hand away, trying to stand up unsteadily.
But her whole body was sore and weak, especially her legs, which were like noodles. Before she could stand up straight, she fell down.
The man stretched out his arms and she fell into his arms.
"So... the beast last night was you!" She almost bit her lip and stared at the cold mask with murderous eyes.
She had used all her strength in the palm just now, but it landed on his mask as if it was being blown by a gentle breeze.
"Yes, it's me." The man admitted frankly without thinking.
Although his expression could not be seen through the mask, Shen Ning could imagine that the face under the mask must be proud and satisfied.
He should indeed be proud, and he was indeed satisfied.
She didn't know how long he wanted her after she fell asleep. She only knew that the bones in her body seemed to be falling apart now, and she was unable to move a little finger.
The scariest thing is not this, but her... She actually mistook the beast in front of her for Mo Chuan last night!
"I... I really didn't control myself last night," the man's voice sounded calmly, "But I didn't force you. I gave you a chance. It was you..."
Before he could finish his words, she screamed:
"Stop talking, shut up! Shut up!" She covered her ears hard and buried her face deeply into the quilt.
As expected, the man stopped talking, and his thick black eyes looked at her through the mask.
Her head was stuck in the quilt and she could hardly breathe, but she didn't want to breathe at all because she was so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to die.
How could he have made such a big mistake? How could he mistake this beast for Mo Chuan
She vaguely thought that this man did not lie, and he did not force her. At the last moment, he lifted the red scarf that blindfolded her and asked her to open her eyes and look at him. It was she who stubbornly refused to open her eyes. , she... brought it upon herself!