Whether it was because she became more open-minded after venting, or because Li Qiao had changed, the heavy emotions that lingered on her face recently seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Shang Yu's breathing slightly caught, leaning forward to hug her, but restrained himself.
Because he was sweaty, even his shirt was soaked.
Li Qiao met the man's gaze, seemingly understanding his intention, and with a slight smile, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, "Can't stand anymore?"
Her initiative seemed to give Shang Yu immense encouragement.
The man bent down, hugged her, and the thin sweat on his neck brushed against Li Qiao's cheek. He closed his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth, "Hmm, hold me tight."
Li Qiao obediently tightened her arms, lightly rubbing her soft palms on his back, and asked again, "Did you win?"
"Not really, just a draw."
Shang Yu's gaze was tender, but the prolonged fight left him somewhat exhausted.
