Bai Xintong blinked her clear eyes as she looked at yang manqin. Her eyes seemed to be filled with too many emotions.
Her body stiffened as she held onto yang manqin's hand.
She looked at yang manqin worriedly, her heart in her mouth.
She waited for him to answer, for him to speak.
Bai Xintong didn't know what yang manqin was afraid of, but when she saw how weak she was, she seemed to understand something.
He was a succubus, so he definitely had the ability.
However, what was he going to do if he came here from the apartment and saved her?
Bai Xintong didn't dare to think further. She could only look at yang manqin with teary eyes, stubbornly refusing to let the tears fall.
Bai Xintong still remembered that when yang manqin was in the apartment, her body had clearly gotten much better and was no longer as pale and weak as she was now.
Now, his face was too pale, unnaturally pale. His lips were bloodless, and he was still coughing.
