Huo Heng looked down at Xia Cha.
He raised his eyebrows with a darkened gaze and a sinister smile.
Xia Cha placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him hard, but he stood still like a mountain that could not be moved.
Xia Cha was embarrassed and angry, "Go away!"
"I haven't done anything yet, Little Camellia. Why are you blushing?"
He no longer called her Miss Xia and called her Little Camellia.
His intimate and familiar tone made her ears turn red.
"Young Master Huo, I'm tired. I want to rest."
Huo Heng looked at Xia Cha's long eyelashes that were fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. He curved his thin lips, "You don't intend to pursue the person who almost killed you?"
Xia Cha's eyes suddenly lit up. "Do you know who it is?"
Huo Heng's tall body leaned against the head of the bed and he bit the cigarette between his lips.
Before he could light the fire, Xia Cha took it away.
