His right palm was hot, his lower jaw was hot, and the chest he was pressing on was also hot. This heat, accompanied by a strange and strong breath, made Qing 'er's heart beat faster, and she almost couldn't breathe!
Was this guy a stove? Why is it so hot everywhere!
Qing 'er's body was stiff. She could only hide to the side quietly, trying to avoid any intimate contact with him as much as possible. However, before she could succeed, the young man groaned and continued to press his tall body down on her, pressing her even tighter.
Qing 'er suddenly did not dare to move. She saw that his eyes were closed and his eyebrows were furrowed deeply. The pain did not seem to ease at all. She had to say, " "Does it hurt badly? I have a first aid kit here, I'll take you to the hospital if you can't handle it. "
"Sister Qing 'er, don't worry. I'm fine." His voice was a little muffled. I'll be fine after the pain passes.
