"At least you have a conscience. Let's go," Ling Tian'ao snorted.
But Xia Zhisu still didn't leave.
She turned back.
"My legs are weak," Xia Zhisu admitted.
Only then did Ling Tian'ao curl his lips, noticing the woman leaning weakly against the wall, her complexion pale as well.
Turns out, she really was scared stiff by him!
This damned woman needs to be scared like this! Otherwise, she really doesn't listen!
"Get on!" Ling Tian'ao strode forward, crouched down, and turned his back to her.
He intended to carry her.
Xia Zhisu glanced at the bandage on Ling Tian'ao's head, "Are you up to it?"
Ling Tian'ao's back stiffened, he stood up straight and turned to look at her, "Hmm? What did you say?"
"I said, are you up to it!" Xia Zhisu repeated.
"What do you think?" Ling Tian'ao stepped forward, bracing a hand on the wall, leaning in close, his breath sweeping past her ear.
That warm breath made her shiver all over, and she pushed against his chest with both hands.
