She dropped to the floor in agony and laid there, whimpering like a baby. It hurt like a bitch, but she refused to shriek in pain.
Suddenly, the door swung open. Footsteps made their way to her side. Obviously, it was the scoundrel. He lifted her off the floor in a quick motion.
"Put me down," Qian Meng commanded.
He ignored her request. Instead, he carried her through the door and into the room.
His scent was unique. She recognized it immediately. The definitely masculine, fresh, and clean scent was definitely there. But the last undertone was more important. Danger. The tinge of untamed danger. Her nose was flat against his throat and she inhaled deeply, telling herself that she couldn't hold her breath.
It was faint but unmistakable.
She felt the softness. She didn't know she had closed her eyes until that moment. The second Mo Qingchen placed her down, she also felt a searing pain. Strange how she didn't feel it when he was carrying her.
