Ye Anqi struggled to get up again, laboriously leaving the bed, and as she got down, her legs weakened, causing her to kneel on the ground.
Timothy stood up, his eyes dark and deep, face expressionless.
Sweat covered Ye Anqi's forehead.
Her complexion was flushed, her eyes sometimes clear, sometimes hazy.
Timothy had long calculated, anticipating that by this time, she would definitely not be able to hold on.
But unexpectedly, she was still persisting.
Unable to stand, Ye Anqi simply crawled forward.
One moment after another...
Her destination was the restroom.
Timothy watched her in this state, involuntarily clenching his hands tightly.
As if a century had passed, Ye Anqi finally crawled into the restroom.
She crawled to the edge of the bathtub and propped herself up.
In the next second, she was scooped into a man's embrace.
"Ye Anqi, why do you have to do this!" Timothy's angry voice rang out behind her.
Ye Anqi stared at the faucet, "Let me go..."
