Lost in thought, Qiao Chengxun suddenly wrapped his suit jacket around her. Although the jacket was devoid of his body heat, it carried a faint scent of his cologne.
Wen Meimei turned to glare at him, only to feel her body suddenly lighten as he lifted her up in a sideways embrace.
The sensation of being airborne left her feeling uneasy, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
For a moment she forgot about his injured right hand and said weakly, "If you think it's not enough, you can continue, better to kill me in bed. After all, you wouldn't care if I died."
"Shut up," Qiao Chengxun snapped coldly.
Wen Meimei let out a bleak laugh and closed her eyes in resignation.
Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore, whoever cares.
Qiao Chengxun carried her out of the examination room and stopped at the reception room's entrance, saying sternly, "Come over tomorrow morning to treat my girlfriend, and don't make me wait too long."
