Si Chenli: "..."
His own body pressed tightly against the slender back of the young girl, he could almost feel the chill emanating from her as his thick brows furrowed, "Sang Qiao, I didn't agree."
"I'm sorry, but you were silent for too long, and I took it as tacit consent. I've already carried you; please don't squirm and waste my strength. It tires me out too."
Sang Qiao shamelessly replied, even though at that moment her energy levels weren't great, she still gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.
Wanting to get him to the hospital as soon as possible.
Hearing her words, Si Chenli immediately laughed. He had been silent for less than thirty seconds—was that really too long?
But he knew all too well that the young girl was worried about him, so much so that she became shameless in her concern. He didn't try to resist any further but leaned on her shoulder instead.
His face was right next to her earlobe, his eyes filled with the sight of her delicate profile.
