The bed board was flipped up, black bugs scattering about. Seeing something was amiss, both men quickly let go. Although Qian Cangyi was closer to the bed board, he let go before Robert. In doing so, Robert was struck by a black bug.
"Ah!" Robert cried out in pain, swatting the black bug off his back of hand.
Qian Cangyi stepped back, his gaze shifted to the back of Robert's hand. A small red dot had appeared where the bug had bitten, and at this moment, Robert was touching this small red dot. As soon as his finger came into contact with the red dot, his bug-bitten palm started trembling uncontrollably as if it was beyond his control.
"How are you feeling?" Qian Cangyi pulls Robert away from the bed board by his collar.
"It hurts much more than before," Robert responded, his face paler compared to before.