Tang Yanqi stood at the door in her pajamas, one hand grasping the doorknob, the other with two fingers clutching the hem of her clothes. Her brow was furrowed, and the crystal light shone down from above her head. Sheng Jianan could clearly see a sheen of sweat on Tang Yanqi's forehead.
Her expression was still relatively calm, but it was obvious that she was enduring something. Sheng Jianan quickly reacted, lifted the quilt, and walked to Tang Yanqi in a few steps: "Headache?"
Tang Yanqi was a little surprised. She did have a headache, but how did he know? Could it be that he saw the moment she was hit?
No matter the reason, since Sheng Jianan asked, Tang Yanqi didn't hesitate and nodded: "A bit."
Sheng Jianan reached out and pressed down on Tang Yanqi's head, his fingers threading through her hair. When he touched it before, he hadn't felt anything, but now touching it again, he found a bump among the thick black hair.
