บท 48: Like A Fool

Yang Feng woke up in the middle of the night as he always does. He ran a tired hand through his silky hair before realizing his situation. He was already in his bed, barely covered by the blanket. He was still wearing the crisp black three-piece suit from this morning, except it was a bit disheveled from being used as pajamas.

When he climbed out of bed, he remembered what happened. He had flashbacks of readily eating the only food he was allergic to and pretending it was his favorite.

There was a chance he could die from not being treated fast enough since he did not bring along an EpiPen. He knew he shouldn't have consumed it, but it was the first time Zhao Lifei had given him something to eat of her own accord. This was progress and he didn't want to discourage her from doing it as much as possible in the future.