Shen Li was nearly thrown into the helicopter, almost hitting her head, but Huo Siyu was quick, cushioning her with his palm and then steadying her. Even though she wasn't hurt, Shen Li still felt uncomfortable with such treatment.
"Ouch..." said Shen Li, holding her head. She wasn't usually so delicate, but Huo Siyu's current behavior made her subconsciously act weak to solicit sympathy.
It had been a long time since she felt this way, and perhaps it was because Huo Siyu had been so gentle lately that she had greatly revised her opinion of him and forgotten about his temper.
Huo Siyu could suddenly turn hostile without any apparent reason, and many times she wouldn't even know what the matter was before he became nasty.
"Does it hurt?" Huo Siyu looked at her, his eyes cold.
Her expression had already betrayed her; she wasn't in pain, she was frightened.
