Chen Ziqian suppressed a certain impulse within him and turned on the cold water in the showerhead, dousing Shanshan with it, "Shanshan, don't be impulsive, it'll be okay in a bit."
The cold water coming at her face rolled down from her forehead and cheeks, and although it was clearly cool, it felt warm as it fell. She kept wiping the water off her face, but the more she wiped, the more she couldn't open her eyes.
Chen Ziqian, worried that the drug's effect on her was too strong, began filling the bathtub with water at the other end.
After dousing her with cold water for about a few minutes, the bathtub was nearly full. Shanshan, soaked in the cold water, gradually returned to a normal body temperature, yet she felt weak and powerless.
He jumped in and held her, "Everything will be fine, it'll pass soon."
"Brother Ziqian." She felt extremely dizzy, and gazed at him with a silly smile, "I knew you'd come to save me."
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Evening, around seven or eight o'clock.
