"What are you doing?" Yuan Fei glared at Xiao Hang warily.
Xiao Hang grinned and even whistled, "Waiting for you!"
"You knew I would come?" Yuan Fei felt even more uneasy. Was he walking into a lion's den today?
"You haven't come to get the medication for a while. I was worried about you. Follow me." Xiao Hang turned around and walked inside.
Yuan Fei was a bit reluctant to go in, but the itchiness was unbearable. He stood at the entrance, hesitated for a while, but eventually went in.
The villa was bright, with only Xiao Hang there. Yuan Fei felt slightly relieved but remained vigilant.
"There's a dose of medication here, use it first." Xiao Hang handed the medication to Yuan Fei.
"A dose?" Yuan Fei was furious enough to spit blood. His anger made his itch worse, and he pulled up his sleeve to scratch.
His entire arm was almost scratched raw. New and old wounds were densely packed. Xiao Hang felt uncomfortable watching him, "You don't want it?"
