"I feel awful..."

Lying pitifully on the bed in her rented apartment, Ning Chu clutched Wen Yang's sleeve, looking up at him with misty eyes, a vulnerable expression on her face.

Seeing his small succubus looking so weak, pitiful, and helpless tugged at Wen Yang’s heartstrings. He gently patted her head to comfort her. "I'll go get us some food soon. After you eat, take some medicine and get some rest. I’ll help you take the afternoon off."

"Just take the afternoon off for me?"

"Then... I’ll take the afternoon off too and stay here to take care of you."