When Yan Nanfei heard this, her heart went cold. She did not understand the adult world, but all she wanted to do was protect this hard-won friendship. If even she desired something from Anning, then Anning would be too pitiable.
In the bedroom, Leng Youchen was kissing the back of Wei Anning's hand, and it was only at this moment that his heart settled back into place, truly afraid that she would disappear without a trace just like last time.
"Madam, please wake up. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you everything, just don't scare me like this again," Leng Youchen buried his face in the palm of her hand, unable to bear seeing her torture herself, unable to watch her be sick.
"Water… water…" Wei Anning suddenly muttered.
Leng Youchen immediately lifted his head, seeing her furrowed brows, her chapped lips, and the few broken words she uttered. He quickly let go of her hand, stood up, and went to the round table to pour a cup of warm boiled water for her.
