Enveloped by the familiar scent, Xu Su finally felt a sense of calm, a feeling of being grounded.
She had to admit, no matter how domineering and autocratic this man was, his presence always made her feel safe.
"Stop hugging," Shen Chen, who had been waiting on the side for a while, couldn't help but step forward. "What do you mean, you were shot?"
"What!" Zhou Mochen's face paled in horror. "Who shot you? Where did you get hit?"
Those horrifying words made him forget everything else. He bent down, scooped the girl up from the sofa, and raised his hand to pull off her jacket, preparing to give her a thorough check.
But he was stunned, his pupils widening at the sight of the revealing uniform she wore underneath. Her nearly half-bare chest made his face darken, and he quickly wrapped the jacket back around her.
"You... why are you wearing this kind of clothing?"
