Pain
Editor: Atlas Studios
Li Tingshen didn't expect to be frightened by Ye Qingqiu one day.
Just as he was about to break through the obstacle…
Ye Qingqiu's scream almost pierced his eardrums.
After that, there was a spasm. Her face seemed to have been drained of blood and was almost transparent. It was terrifyingly pale.
"It hurts… Li Tingshen, are you… trying to kill me?"
Ye Qingqiu's tears flowed uncontrollably.
Sweat broke out on Li Tingshen's forehead as he gritted his teeth to support his body.
Seeing that she was almost dead and wanted to leave, she frowned and shouted.
"It hurts, don't move…"
Li Tingshen endured it and didn't move.
He placed his hand on her forehead and lowered his head to press against her. His voice was suppressed and low.
"Does it hurt badly?"
Ye Qingqiu bit her lips and closed her eyes. Her eyelids and eyelashes trembled. She nodded randomly. Perhaps she felt aggrieved because of the pain. She sobbed.