Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword
And yet, why was the strange sensation stirring inside his chest not something that triggered nausea?
A hazy breath escaped Xiu Zhangjian’s lips as he recalled how he had retched uncontrollably because of Li Yingying.
“Don’t, don’t, no need to sit up. Just lie back down, Brother Jian,” Chen Yufei said as she held both of Xiu Zhangjian’s arms and gently guided him back into a reclined position.
Damn it. At that very moment, the gentle breeze felt as though it were caressing Xiu Zhangjian’s face. Especially when his eyes met Chen Yufei’s beautiful gaze, it felt as if something deep in his heart was throbbing.