The car door opened, and a pair of long, slender legs stepped out first, followed by Ou Jue's aristocratic and upright figure.
In an instant, their eyes met.
Ou Jue slammed the car door shut. His usually steady steps carried urgency as he grabbed Xia Xiyan's arm entirely, his gaze scanning her body. "Where are you hurt? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Hm? Xia Xiyan, answer me!"
"I'm fine…"
"You idiot!" Ou Jue scolded lowly, then suddenly pressed her against his chest. His voice grew completely hoarse, "Is your existence simply meant to torture me? When will you finally start listening to me?"
The words were gritted through his teeth, but each one was laced with deep concern and anxiety.
"Ou Jue…" Xiyan raised her small face to look at him. "Is there nothing else you want to say to me?"
With lips slightly pursed, the young man suddenly swept her up into his arms, carried her to his sports car, and gently placed her inside.
