Sheng Ting helped Yun Qingqing up from the floor and coldly asked, "Where does it hurt?"
With her hands protecting herself, Yun Qingqing felt not only her face but her whole body heating up. She whispered, "I'm not hurt, you should leave."
"Hmm?" The icy gaze of the man swept over her.
Now, she had her hands covering her face, and Yun Qingqing wanted to find a hole to hide in and never come out.
Suddenly, the man lifted her around the waist, and she let out a startled cry.
Yun Qingqing: "Whimper, whimper, whimper!" She felt utterly ashamed.
She buried her face in the man's arms.
Gently placing her on the large bed, Sheng Ting's low and husky voice sounded in her ear, "Babe, you smell so good."
Yun Qingqing, with her heart about to leap out of her chest: "..."
She quickly pulled the covers over herself, completely avoiding eye contact with Sheng Ting. She couldn't believe she had been exposed like this.