Li Qiyu gazed into his burning eyes, which pierced into her heart like needles.
Her chest tightened violently, strangely inducing a feeling of heartache...
Then, it intensified, as if thousands of needles were mercilessly stabbing her.
Li Qiyu's breathing became choked, she gasped for air, one hand clutching her chest.
She rarely had heart attacks, but when they struck, they almost always caused her to faint.
Bo Yeyuan realized her pale face and immediately held her in his arms, "Heart pain? Do you have your medicine?"
"Uh..." Li Qiyu grimaced with pain, opening her mouth—it wasn't her first heart attack, but it was the most painful one yet.
"Doctor! Medicine!" Bo Yeyuan bellowed furiously.
Madam Bo also turned deathly pale, she hadn't expected Li Qiyu to feign a heart attack at this critical moment, trying to escape her predicament.
Bo Yexun was also in disarray, anxiously saying, "Qiqi always carries her medicine; check her bag!"