Chapter 691 Aesthetic Fatigue

• Liam Morris couldn't help but laugh and cry as he held onto her arms to prevent her from flailing around. "When you're not sick, you're like a cat, getting all ruffled up at the slightest touch. You thought you would feel better when you got sick, but instead, you turned into a fierce seafood-craving cat, ready to pounce on anyone with your little pincers."
• She couldn't hear or care about any of this. Whenever she felt uncomfortable, she would flail around, and if she couldn't flail, she would bite. She was uncomfortable both inside and out, with her internal organs burning and her skin feeling hot and itchy.
• She wanted to scratch the itch, but she didn't have hands to do so. She was so desperate that she wanted to bite someone. "Itchy, itchy, itchy... so itchy..."