"No!"
Luo Xiaoqian cried out in shock, abruptly waking from her nightmare.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here!"
The deep voice plunged directly into her ears. Her eyes had not yet regained focus when she was already pulled into a wide and warm embrace, the familiar scent of chocolate overwhelming her senses.
Without looking, she knew it was Leng Zimo.
From the crook of his arm, she could see the pale green walls and some medical equipment—it must be a hospital.
She only vaguely remembered Lu Hao chasing her, then it seemed she had fallen, and thereafter she remembered nothing. Had he brought her to the hospital?
Then, had Lu Hao already...?
A sudden tightness gripped her heart, and she wrenched herself free from his embrace.
Catching the panicked expression on her small face, Leng Zimo’s frown deepened.
"Is it that something is not feeling right?"
His voice could hardly be called gentle; however, compared with the haughty Tyrant of his daily demeanor, this was already much softer.
"I want to be alone for a while!" Luo Xiaoqian said softly, hugging her arms.
Just then, the phone on the table started to vibrate. Leng Zimo took it out, glanced at the number, and walked out the door.
Watching him leave, she cautiously lifted the thin blanket covering her, and with the hand not connected to an IV needle, she checked her pants under the patient gown. Seeing the white underwear she had changed into last night, she felt somewhat relieved.
Her body showed no aberrations, and her undergarments were intact. Lu Hao... probably hadn’t, had he...?
The door was pushed open.
Hearing the noise, she quickly averted her gaze and pulled the blanket back in place.
Leng Zimo saw her little movements as he walked back to the bedside; her face flushed, she merely bowed her head, not daring to look at him.
"Was it you who brought me to the hospital?"
"Yes!"


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