Han Shi fainted in Qin Xi's arms. Qin Xi's heart tightened as she quickly grabbed his philtrum and injected a trace of Mystic True Qi into his body.
Seeing Han Shi's eyelids were moving, Qin Xi heaved a sigh of relief and asked worriedly, "How is it? Do you feel better?"
When one was worried, one would be flustered.
If it were any other time, Qin Xi would have been able to tell at a glance what Han Shi was up to. However, at this moment, she was genuinely worried.
Han Shi was lying in Qin Xi's arms, his handsome face pressed against her fair skin. Not only did he not get better, but he felt more light-headed.
His heart was about to jump out of his throat. The evil fire inside him couldn't be quenched no matter what. He was nervous, excited, and expectant of something. As for what he was expecting, it was not appropriate to tell.
Han Shi slowly opened his eyes and pretended to be confused. "Wifey, am I going to die?"