Lifted as if she was a small little dog and carried on Li ZiChen's arms were the last thing AiLin had expected to happen to her. She stared at him, brows still furrowed, "I'm not sick." She could see from her peripheral vision how everyone was gawking at them, shocked beyond words as if they didn't expect that Li ZiChen would carry her, worry about her, or even touched her body.
Truth is, AiLin was still unaware of the strong aversion Li ZiChen had amongst women and only thought the people surrounding them were shocked because how bold he was in carrying her by his arms with so little hesitation.
When his light brown eyes peered down to her, a clear frustration appeared on his eyes. She knew she had burdened him but he didn't have to look so frustrated does he? Because her heart sting even if she tried to brush it off as it being the illness.
