Si Wuxie tugged at the corner of his mouth and smiled at Xiang Anning.
"Not at all, carrying you down the mountain wasn't tiring!" he said, forcing himself to sit up despite his exhaustion.
He felt somewhat dizzy and lightheaded, accompanied by soreness all over his body.
Yesterday, he had sprinted up to the mountain peak worried about Xiang Anning and then carried her down. Such a tall mountain would wear out even a superhuman, let alone Si Wuxie, who was just an ordinary human of flesh and blood.
Xiang Anning approached Si Wuxie's big bed, puffing her cheeks in annoyance. As a doctor, she immediately noticed that Si Wuxie didn't look well.
This man is so stubborn about saving face.
She sat down directly on the edge of Si Wuxie's bed, then pressed heavily on his shoulders, forcing him to lie back on the bed.
"I'm really fine!" Si Wuxie stubbornly insisted.
He's a man; in front of the woman he likes, he must be strong no matter how tired he is.
