A large palm stroked her hair, wet with sweat…
Li Qiyu tossed and turned in a nightmare, subconsciously clutching that hand, her only lifeline.
Beitang Feng's eyes were deep and concentrated, his bewitching gaze swirling like a whirlpool.
The elegant youth put away the bugging device, "The heart is under strain, and the rejection is getting worse. If subjected to another shock, the heart could go into failure."
Beitang Feng kissed the back of Li Qiyu's hand.
"Feng, would you like me to check on you as well?" the youth asked, tidying up the medical kit, "You've been busy lately and forgot to come to me for a check-up."
Beitang Feng was busy arranging the venue for the engagement party.
At these words, he began to undo the buttons at his chest, his gaze intently fixed on the slumbering Li Qiyu…
