Really cool

Cha Qing Luo heaved a sigh of relief, and her body went limp.

The moment she fell asleep, she felt herself being held in an embrace. That elegant fragrance was a familiar scent.

Such a familiar aura was almost engraved in Cha Qing Luo's bones.

Cha Qing Luo knew it was Nan jiateng.

It was him. It shouldn't be an illusion.

She didn't have time to think much before she fainted. She was too tired, and her whole body was bleeding and in pain.

However, she felt that she was safe.

Her heart was at ease.

She knew that with Nan jiateng here, she would be fine, and her father would be fine.

They should still be alive.

Nan jiateng was really cool just now.

She had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask.

Nan jiateng had never seen Cha Qing Luo like this. She leaned so weakly in his arms, even her breathing was weak.