Looking at him with a 'cold and fever,' suffering in silence alone, she couldn't bear it.
She reached out to support him.
But Lu Jihan furrowed his brow tightly and pushed her away forcefully: "Don't come near! Get out! I don't need your help!"
That damn woman, why won't she listen?
He feared that if he lost control, he might force himself on her, and the scene of her spitting blood in his dreams would become reality...
Somehow, he must endure through tonight!
Thinking of this, Lu Jihan bit his thin lips so hard that they almost bled, his eyes were bloodshot, red as scarlet, his gaze menacingly frightening.
Yet, his stubbornness ignited Song Yinyin's innate defiance.
He was already like this, how could she leave?
Gritting her teeth, she stepped forward and forcefully embraced him.
Lu Jihan was struggling hard to endure.
However, Song Yinyin wouldn't heed his advice and insisted on burrowing into his arms.
