Yan Luoxi's expression gradually grew serious, realizing he was asking the question in earnest. She felt something indescribable inside and looked at him steadily for a few seconds before saying, "I'll go back to the ward first."
As soon as she turned around, the man's hand grabbed her wrist, and in the next second, she was pulled into his arms.
"Xixi, don't go."
Yan Luoxi closed her eyes for a moment, raised her hand to clasp his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but his arm was wrapped around her tightly like an iron clamp.
"Li Yeqi, let go of me."
"Xixi, my tone wasn't very good just now. I'm just worried that you might be with Han Zheng," Li Yeqi said softly, the anxiety and unease evident in his voice. He constantly feared that after she considered it, she would tell him she couldn't be with him.
And he didn't know what he would do then.
