The faint smell of disinfectant came to her nose, and Qi Xue's body slowly slid down along a warm body.
"Miss!"
Picking up the injured woman in front of him, Mo Xiang looked at Qi Xue, who was weak and seemed unable to stand still. Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, his light brown eyes revealed a bit of concern.
He placed his hands on Qi Xue's waist somewhat helplessly. When he lowered his head, Mo Xiang could see her beautiful body under her almost open dress...
Looking away awkwardly, Mo Xiang focused his attention on Qi Xue's face.
Suddenly, he felt that the woman in front of him, who had obviously just suffered violence, looked familiar.
Mo Xiang's memory has always been amazing. After searching in his mind, he finally remembered that the semi-conscious woman in his arms was the strange little girl he met outside the French Western restaurant that day!
"Please, take me out of here!"
Qi Xue, whose whole body was sore and weak, collapsed in Mo Xiang's arms, with blurred eyes. She subconsciously felt that the man in front of her had no ill intentions towards her, so she began to ask him for help.
"good!"
Nodding, at this time, the elevator door opened and it was already on the negative floor.
Mo Xiang took off his suit jacket and put it on Qi Xue's body. He supported her and the two of them walked out of the elevator.
After walking a few steps, Qi Xue's legs became weak due to the medicine's power and she couldn't move at all.
"Miss, do you mind if I give you a hug?"
Holding Qi Xue's hand, Mo Xiang asked in a very gentlemanly manner
"Okay...thank you...thank you..."
At this moment, Qi Xue's mind was very clear, but she didn't have any strength in her body. Thinking of the functions of the medicine that Cheng Jiang just mentioned, she couldn't help but feel angry and fussy.
Her waist tightened, and her body was picked up by the strange man.
Qi Xue was breathing slightly. She felt a little embarrassed and had to close her eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at the little girl with messy long hair and red and swollen cheeks in his arms. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting two shadows on her pale face. Her lips were dry, there were torn scars on the corners of her lips, and there were signs of unfinished business on her face.
Dried tears...
Suddenly, a strong feeling of pity rose from the bottom of my heart
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