Smack!

After Yimo carried the tank to Shi Xinglan's bed, she didn't bring up taking medicine or applying a warm towel again. She just leaned against the side of the bed, not looking at Shi Xinglan, and didn't plan to leave for now. She would wait a little and see.

Shi Xinglan really was feeling awful at the moment, but when she saw Little Yellow, she forced a smile, her eyes showing a hint of relief, as if to say she was fine. She gritted her teeth and endured it.

Yimo would sneak glances at Shi Xinglan from time to time, completely unable to understand why she was so devoted to small animals.

Was there some story behind it?

Yimo was curious, but didn't ask.

After all, even if there was, Shi Xinglan wouldn't tell him. There was no need to invite a rebuff.

But after they'd been there for a while, Yimo couldn't help asking, "Want to take some medicine?"

"Should I get you a warm towel?"

Shi Xinglan looked at Little Yellow No. 1 and gritted her teeth. "No."

See? Still so stubborn.

Yimo had expected that answer and didn't care. He wasn't the one suffering.

Instead, Shi Xinglan spoke first. "Heh... Are you wondering why I like small animals so much?"

"Do you think there's some hidden reason?"

Shi Xinglan was very good at reading people.

Yimo didn't turn around. "Oh, are you planning to tell me?"

"The night is long, and I'm bored anyway. If you want to talk about it, I'll listen."

Shi Xinglan said, "You're overthinking it."

"There's nothing to it."

"I just like them."

"Death Game Players have to be driven by an obsession, and they also need something that can warm their hearts."

"Without that, sooner or later, something inside them will break."