Ye Che looked down at the little woman in his arms, her complexion was a deep blush, her eyelashes trembled, and her lips were so dry they were nearly peeling. A soft, shallow moan came from her throat.
Xia Weiyi didn't know what was wrong with her, her head ached and felt heavy, and her eyelids seemed to be weighed down by a thousand-pound weight and wouldn't open.
She really wanted to sleep, but her body inexplicably surged with waves of heat, like tens of thousands of ants nibbling away, causing an itchy sensation in her chest, which was very uncomfortable.
So, with her eyes closed, she let out a soft cry, "It hurts—"
It hurts...
This word, upon reaching Ye Che's heart, was like an arrow piercing through it sharply, with images of the fresh blood on the inner side of her thigh and the man's… flashing through his mind.
He suddenly felt dizzy and swollen-headed, as if his body was soaked in a cold pond, chilling to the bone.
