Leng Sichen hurriedly embraced Xia Yuxun, who was screaming frantically.
"Xiaoxun, Xiaoxun, what's wrong? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Tell me what happened?"
Nangong Lin coughed awkwardly, "It couldn't be that I scared her, could it?"
"Ah—" As soon as Nangong Lin spoke, Xia Yuxun, who had just been calmed by Leng Sichen, immediately started screaming again.
Therefore, Nangong Lin's once handsome face turned completely dark.
Having lived for over forty years, only women had screamed in excitement at the sight of him; he had never seen anyone scream in terror because of him.
Seeing the girl shivering in Leng Sichen's arms, Nangong Lin looked at Leng Sichen with a hurt expression, "Do I really look that... that unbearable?"
"Could you move further away? Can't you see that she's very scared?" Leng Sichen said irritably.
Nangong Lin raised his arm that still had a needle in it for the transfusion, looking extremely wronged, "Do you think I want to be here?"
