"Roger, master." Tianjin pressed her belly and slowly emitted the aromatherapy fragrance she got in her internal storage.
'Thank God I carry this around.'
The smell of lavender filled the car, and Lai Jiayi slowly stopped struggling. The girl lost her energy, and her hand just fell.
In a few seconds, Lai Jiayi's expression slowly turned normal. The girl stopped sobbing. She didn't mutter in her sleep anymore.
Zhao Yang and Tianjin stared at Lai Jiayi in silence. The guy slowly released Lai Jiayi's fist in his palm while watching the girl.
"Master, is she...okay, now?" Tianjin cautiously asked. She started to scan Lai Jiayi's body again and found out the girl's heartbeat had returned to normal.
"Maybe, " Zhao Yang answered. He looked at Lai Jiayi with a stern face, trying to see if the girl would suddenly flare up again.
