Qiao Zhiyi was softly carried upstairs in his arms, she had never imagined that one day she would feel safe in the embrace of Shi Jingzhou's chest.
Listening to his strong and forceful heartbeat through the thin layer of clothes and feeling the warmth emanating from his body, at that moment, she felt incredibly reassured.
She really wanted to hug him tight.
But she was so weak right now that she couldn't even lift her arms.
Shi Jingzhou laid her on the bed and saw her pale face, looking as though he had seen a ghost.
When she first saw him, she had not been this bad-off.
Asking her now, she probably wouldn't say.
This woman was actually the best at singing the opposite tune from him.
He was about to leave when the hem of his clothing was slightly tugged on.
He turned his head and saw Qiao Zhiyi's somewhat evasive and flustered eyes.
Shi Jingzhou stared at her hand, "What does this mean?"