Ji Qingyu smiled, the smile so warm, "Don't worry, the blind man won't find this place."
Leng Yu Yan struggled to move her shoulders, trying to escape the palm of his hand.
"No, he will definitely come to save me!"
She clenched the short hairpin in her hand, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, her body so hot it felt as if her clothes were superfluous.
The pain in her lower abdomen was unbearable.
Ji Qingyu clenched his fist, his smiling face carried a hint of mockery, "Do you really believe that?"
Leng Yu Yan said, "I trust him!"
Her voice was firm and resolute.
Soon, an old maid brought over a bowl of red sugar water, which Ji Qingyu took, intending to feed Leng Yu Yan personally.
"It's said that drinking something hot can be comforting," he scooped a spoonful, gently blew on it, and extended it to her, "Ah Yan, drink."
