"Mr. Li?"
Her back slammed against the wall, the man's strong arms propped by her neck carrying an invader's breath.
What the hell?
Li Shengxiao's gaze was fixed on her blushing lips, he took a deep breath, suppressed the surge of heat in his lower abdomen, and let go of her, "It's nothing."
That moment, he almost lost control of himself.
This had never happened before.
His temples throbbed with pain from the deliberate suppression; it was time for his medication, but he had not returned to Country Garden today, and the medicine was not on him.
Li Shengxiao furrowed his brows, his slender fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
Rong Yan saw his pale face, and although she didn't want to get involved, she still supported his arm, "Are you feeling unwell?"
He looked to be in great pain!
Li Shengxiao's temples buzzed, and that familiar sensation was coming on again.
