Seeing her like that, even if Huoguo was cold and inhuman, his heart softened a bit.
Actually, he really wasn't one to pity the fairer sex, and it was completely out of character for him to lift her up into his arms, bypass the rock that had muddled their emotions, and head towards the camp.
"Huoguo!"
Lian Qiao muttered dully and punched him hard in the chest with her little fists before scratching at the itchy spots on her body.
The feeling of itching from an allergic reaction was unbearable.
"Don't scratch." Xing Liehuo frowned and twisted his head, taking her tiny hand and slowing his pace. Her hand was soft, supple, and small, as if it had no bones.
"What shall I do if I don't scratch? It's itchy!" It wasn't so bad when I was distracted by moving with him just now, but now that I've calmed down, the itch is unbearable.
She wriggled her body, rubbing against him, which made him feel like he was catching fire.
"Very itchy?"
