Leng Yichen had already noticed the injury on Shu Qiqi's foot and knew that she hadn't lied.
He scooped the woman up around the waist.
Shu Qiqi hadn't expected Leng Yichen to suddenly embrace her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck.
The two of them were pressed extremely close, so close that Leng Yichen could smell that familiar scent on her.
Very tempting.
He placed the woman on the bed and leaned in.
"What… what are you doing?" Shu Qiqi retreated in fear.
She forgot that her waist was still injured, and as she leaned back, she lay on the bed, her brow twisted in pain, daring not to move again.
Leng Yichen really wanted to figure out exactly what scent was on Shu Qiqi's body.
He moved closer to her once again.
Shu Qiqi gaped at the man, panic-stricken and at a loss, yet too scared to move.
As the face grew nearer, she could only twist her little face and close her eyes.