Chapter 87: Painkillers

When they returned to the dorm, Wang Jie was already lying on his bed, ready for an afternoon nap, scrolling through Douyin on his phone.

Wen Yang grabbed a towel and headed to the balcony, using it to wipe off the sweat from his face. His eyes kept drifting through the window to where Ning Chu was inside, hunched over, hands pressed against his lower abdomen, looking utterly miserable.

If Wen Yang’s suspicion that Ning Chu was a girl had been around sixty percent before, it had now jumped to eighty percent.

How could it be just …