Pan Ge pattered down the corridor. When she saw the doorplate of Room 1125, she finally bent over, hands on her knees, and started to gasp for air.
HUFF... HUFF... HUFF...
So tiring!
But no amount of tiredness could overcome the anxiety in her heart.
"KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! Han Lie, how are you?"
She was already worrying before the door even opened, her mind a tangled mess.
Such a large bruise on his neck! What about other places?
The door opened.
Han Lie yanked her into the room, then pulled her to the sofa and pushed her down over his knees.
"Was it you who set me up?"
Han Lie was fierce. Pan Ge, who hadn't planned to resist anyway, felt even guiltier upon hearing this.
"Sorry, I really didn't know… How are you? Let me get up, and I'll take a look at you, okay?"
Soft and pitiful—that was her usual style after messing up.
Look at what?
Han Lie thought to himself, If you'd come any later, I'd almost be healed...
