"No!"
Luo Xiaoqian cried out in shock, abruptly waking from her nightmare.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
The deep voice plunged directly into her ears. Her eyes had not yet regained focus when she was already pulled into a wide and warm embrace, the familiar scent of chocolate overwhelming her senses.
Without looking, she knew it was Leng Zimo.
From the crook of his arm, she could see the pale green walls and some medical equipment—it must be a hospital.
She only vaguely remembered Lu Hao chasing her, then it seemed she had fallen, and thereafter she remembered nothing. Had he brought her to the hospital?
Then, had Lu Hao already...?
A sudden tightness gripped her heart, and she wrenched herself free from his embrace.
Catching the panicked expression on her small face, Leng Zimo's frown deepened.
"Is it that something is not feeling right?"
His voice could hardly be called gentle; however, compared with the haughty Tyrant of his daily demeanor, this was already much softer.
