Under the light, Qiao Jiusheng's expression was clearly visible. Her beautiful face was covered in grief and panic.
Fang Yusheng's heart ached. He gently rubbed the corner of Qiao Jiusheng's eye with his left index finger. The agitated woman in his arms gradually calmed down. She also understood that what she had just experienced was just a dream. Qiao Jiusheng panted heavily in Fang Yusheng's arms. She did not dare to look up or lower her head.
She was afraid that she would see something she could not withstand.
Qiao Jiusheng's eyes were closed, and under her eyelids, her eyes moved slightly. Qiao Jiusheng's throat moved up and down a few times before she mustered her courage and looked up at Fang Yusheng.
Fang Yusheng was looking at her.
