Yang Fei wrapped his arms around Su Yinxue's shoulders, only to feel that this icy, ethereal CEO, who seemed untouched by worldly concerns, was frighteningly thin.
He felt a pang of pity in his heart.
Who knew how much grievance and pain, fear and sorrow, Su Yinxue had hidden inside her?
Su Yinxue cried freely, and Yang Fei's strong masculine scent made her feel incredibly secure. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep in a daze.
Yang Fei didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He had come up to bandage her wounds, but after all that, Su Yinxue had fallen asleep.
He gently laid Su Yinxue on the bed and removed her shoes and socks, but he didn't touch her clothes.
Although Yang Fei was trying to suppress the little flame in his heart, he couldn't help but notice her feet, translucent like Warm Jade, as he removed her shoes and socks.
This caused some ripples in his heart.
It took all of his willpower to control the fire surging within him.