At this moment, Zong Zhan looked down at her sickly appearance and felt a sudden surge of irritation that had nowhere to be released, "Stop with the nonsense, I'm asking you, where exactly do you feel unwell?"
Xi Luo looked up with wide eyes, "Are you mad at me?"
"Not mad." Zong Zhan's anger quickly subsided, and he held Xi Luo tightly, softening his tone, "Don't get emotional, once you recover, you can do whatever you want."
Xi Luo was appeased.
She lazily reached out from the sleeping bag and hooked his neck, "Lift me up."
Zong Zhan complied.
Xi Luo slowly crawled out of the sleeping bag, sat on the man's lap, and rubbed her temples.
In the next second, she grabbed the sleeping bag and threw it over Zong Zhan's head, "Look at what you've done, it's freezing me."
Inside the sleeping bag, it was cold and damp, and the rainwater that seeped in had been absorbed.
Zong Zhan touched the sleeping bag, looking a bit displeased, "Did I do this?"
