Xia Yueqing's body suddenly became stiff.
Was he actually hugging her?
She suddenly felt a bit surreal, her heart pounding wildly like a startled deer.
"You, how?" She felt his embrace tightening, so tight she could hardly breathe.
Pei Yiting did not speak.
After a while, he finally released her, but didn't stop there.
He raised his hand, directly touching her head, his sword-like brows knit tightly. "Were you injured just now? Where are you hurt?"
Xia Yueqing stared blankly at the man before her.
It was as if she didn't know him at all.
The worry on his face was undoubtedly genuine.
His concern was unmistakable.
How could Pei Yiting be worried about her?
At this moment, Xia Yueqing distinctly felt something was quietly changing between them.
But the thought was too fleeting, and she didn't manage to grasp it.
"Not serious... ah..." When his hand touched her swollen face, Xia Yueqing's voice immediately halted.
