C375 Am I Going to Die in Your Hands

A headache is nothing more than thinking too much.

These words were poisonous and lingered in Cheng Qingyao's ears. Her heart was deeply entangled and she could not figure out what was going on. She looked at him again. He was burning very hard. His facial features were twisted in pain. His eyebrows were locked very deeply, and his breathing was rapid and heavy. His lips were dry and red