Eli bit his lower lip tightly, leaving deep marks on his pale lips, trying to withstand the effects of the medicine. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of tearing silk, and huge white wings unfolded from his shoulder blades. The wings drooped, almost wrapping Luo Wei, and the silver chains decorating the clothes were entangled in them, messing up the neat feathers. Together with his forbearing expression, it added a bit of vulnerability.