"So you're a doctor, huh? I would have never guessed." Sitting in the car, Song Qingyu was also experiencing, for the first time, what it felt like to be taken care of by a man. This meticulous care, this assertive tone that she found herself unable to refuse, his broad chest, and those tender, concerned eyes—all made her heart tremble. All these traits perfectly aligned with the image of the Prince Charming she had envisioned. Frankly, she felt an indescribable emotion towards Tangyu at this moment—was it gratitude or affection?
This was the third time now—in less than half a month, she had been saved by the same man three times, and each time was more dangerous than the last. This time, she had almost lost her life. Song Qingyu didn't know how to begin expressing her gratitude towards Tangyu; being saved once was enough for her to be grateful for a lifetime, but to be saved three times—she feared a lifetime of gratitude wouldn't suffice.
