"Wenxuan, are you feeling unwell?" An Ran saw Shen Wenxuan with an expression of suppressed pain, his breathing irregular, and immediately stood up to walk over.
"Don't come over," Shen Wenxuan said in a low voice and turned to the bathroom.
As soon as Shen Wenxuan arrived, he felt a surge of heat inside his body. At first, he thought it was due to drinking too much, but as time passed, it became increasingly unbearable.
An Ran watched Shen Wenxuan's disheveled back, recalling his reaction, which brought back memories of that night after the rain. She tightly clenched her hand.
In the lobby, Mu Xingfeng took a round and returned to An Ran's seat, just in time to see the servants clearing the dishes from the table.
"Where are they?" Mu Xingfeng looked at the plates the servant was holding, which contained a half-eaten snack that An Ran had been eating.
"Young Master Mu, I made sure there was no one here before I cleared the items."
