Feeling my slight movement, Xue Aozhu's eyelids moved, slowly opened his eyes, looked at me smiling in front of him, and quickly sat up straight. A hand was also put on my forehead with concern, feeling the temperature of my forehead carefully. Yunyun, how do you feel? My head still hurts. Are you still dizzy? He stared at my face nervously, trying to see if I was uncomfortable. I shook my head...