Han Fei shifted his steps and noticed Xu Qin hadn't followed. When he turned back, Xu Qin's body was leaning sideways.
Having opened the Gate of Curse, Xu Qin was in an extremely weakened state where she couldn't even manage simple movements, a consequence of the stab wound from a dinner knife.
Instinctively, he reached out to support Xu Qin, and to Han Fei's surprise, he touched her body without employing his skill to delve into the secrets deep within her soul, feeling as if Xu Qin had completely let down her guard.
"I'll carry you."
Unable to resist, Xu Qin possessed a unique charm. Carrying her on his back, her cold arms lay on his shoulders, embracing his neck.
Xu Qin had a fine physique, but felt incredibly light on his back, almost as if she weighed no more than her clothes.
Han Fei gazed at Xu Qin's hands clasped in front of him, pale, slender, flawless.
Such an image of Xu Qin gave Han Fei an unreal feeling; he used his ability to touch the soul's deepest secrets.