Lin Zishuang didn't say a word. She was panting lightly, trying her best to suppress that overwhelming sensation.
She had no idea why the drug's effects were so intense. She didn't dare to think about what ingredients might be in it.
It was unbearable, like a hundred ants scratching at her chest, burning like fire, making her feel as if life was worse than death.
Feng Tianyou looked at her silently, unable to resist walking over and pulling back the blanket.
Feng Tianyou gazed at her face, which was so red it seemed ready to drip blood.
"Shuang'er, this can't go on. This isn't a solution. I'll call Zuo Mufeng over; he'll definitely be able to help you."
Lin Zishuang curled up tightly. "It's useless. Go fill the bathtub with cold water for me."
"No! It's too cold. Soaking in cold water might make things worse. How could you do that?"
The water temperature was currently very low, and her being a girl made it even less acceptable for her to soak in it.
