Just as Shanshan's consciousness was growing weaker and weaker, her blurry vision caught sight of several men in police uniforms bursting in, the one leading the charge wore a black shirt and sprinted in like an arrow. She couldn't make out their faces clearly, but from Chen Ziqian's anxious voice, she recognized who it was.
In the midst of the chaos in the room, she didn't care, only wanting to cling to the man who scooped her up and tenderly caressed her face, longing for a moment of warmth and intimacy.
"Brother Ziqian, Brother Ziqian, I feel terrible." Her eyes were hazily intoxicated, as if in a dream.
Chen Ziqian's right arm encircled her waist, pulling her entirely into his embrace, his left hand lightly stroking her face, with fingertips searing hot.
She felt like she had a high fever, her body alarmingly hot to the touch.
