He grabbed her hand and dragged her inside the house. She struggled to keep up, looking back to see Xia Xue paying the driver.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked quickly, as if he didn't see the injuries on her feet, while she stubbornly bit her lip and followed, enduring the bone-chilling pain in her ankle.
She could only blame herself for being clumsy, as she couldn't help but stumble when they reached the door. The next moment, he lifted her up and carried her up the stairs on his shoulder.
The anger emanating from him was intense, the dark aura terrifying, and his whole body was cold.
She was accustomed to it.
Really accustomed to it.
So used to it that she didn't even tremble anymore.
So, when he angrily threw her onto the bed, where they had loved countless times, she resigned herself and closed her eyes. Isn't it just that?
