Damn woman, she's really courting death. He reached out to pull Su Peizhen away, but her legs went soft and she fell backward.
A flash of panic flashed through Ling Jing's eyes. Before he regained his senses, his body had already reacted and held her up.
Su Peizhen, who was touched by him, had a face full of resistance. She waved her hand, wanting to push Ling Jing away.
"Let go of me --"
It was just that her strength was too small, and Ling Jing's strength was too great.
Before her body lost consciousness, she could only feel Ling Jing's embrace. His chest was still warm, but it could no longer warm her heart.
It could only bring her coldness.
... ..
When Su Peizhen woke up, she felt a splitting headache.
It took her a long time to wake up. She opened her eyes and placed her hand on her forehead. The headache became more and more obvious.
