"Ah... my head hurts!" Yun Xue's expression suddenly changed, and she cried out.
Shen Bing had experienced that pain himself. Back then, it had actually made him pass out.
Although he felt sorry for Yun Xue, there really was nothing he could do to help. Besides, compared with the benefits of taking an Aperture-Opening Pill, this little bit of pain was negligible.
Yun Xue collapsed uncontrollably onto the sofa, groaning continuously. Though she was not screaming hysterically, there was certainly nothing sensual about it.
"Is... is Yun Xue okay?" Yuan Wei asked uneasily.
"She's fine. This reaction is inevitable," Shen Bing said. "Here... this one's for you. Just go to your bedroom and take it."
Although Yun Xue's example was right in front of her, Yuan Wei took the Aperture-Opening Pill without hesitation, trusting Shen Bing.
"Why don't I take it later? I haven't made dinner yet."
"You won't need to cook anymore," Shen Bing said with a broad smile.
"Why?" Yuan Wei froze. "Is my cooking bad?"
In the past, Yuan Wei probably would have worried that Shen Bing was planning to throw her out.
But that thought did not cross her mind now.
Shen Bing said helplessly, "Our company has already produced Intelligent Robots, including chef models. As the boss, it wouldn't look right if I didn't support my own company's products."
"Well... I suppose that makes some sense," Yuan Wei replied with endearing innocence.
"What do you mean, 'some sense'? That's simply how it is, okay?" Shen Bing said.
Yuan Wei gave him a suspicious look. "But why do I get the feeling you think the robot's cooking tastes better than mine?"
Shen Bing wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead. "You're overthinking it."
Yuan Wei giggled and let the matter drop.
Suddenly, she noticed something