The weather was already hot and the effect of the medicine made it unbearable. Zhao Changhe took off his clothes and tossed them aside, revealing the still-visible scars all over his body.
Sisi instinctively curled up further inside the bed.
"Stop pretending," Zhao Changhe walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and gulped it down in one go, "You have resistance to this poison, even if it's not immunity, it's not as severe as you're making it seem."
Sisi paused, slightly relaxing her twisted posture, and awkwardly said, "It's indeed uncomfortable. I have resistance, but not immunity... She even fed it to me, it's more intense than just inhaling it..."
Zhao Changhe bluntly asked, "So you're really poisoned? If I sleep with you, would that count as saving you?"
Sisi bit her lower lip without speaking.
