"Crack-"
As Diwu Zexuan's voice just fell, the study room door was opened.
"Thud-"
Qin Youxuan leaned against the door just as it was jerked open, causing her to stumble into Dan Hanjie's arms.
Her petite body was enveloped in his embrace in an instant.
Smelling his familiar scent, Qin Youxuan was so moved that she wrapped her arms around his waist without hesitation, "Dan Hanjie, you bastard, if you ever lock me out again, don't expect me to wait for you."
"..."
Dan Hanjie's body stiffened slightly.
Besides his usual chilliness, his firm face bore a complicated expression, like fear.
Before he had a chance to speak, Qin Youxuan, with a huff, issued a threat, "I'll make someone break the door down, let's see where you can hide then!"
"..."
Dan Hanjie's gaze flashed subtly, but his body involuntarily relaxed.
Bending slightly, he picked her up and headed downstairs.
"You're injured..."
"I'm fine."
