The powerful heartbeat of the man echoed from his chest again and again.
Xia Qingtian's heartbeat became equally chaotic.
Wasn't this akin to a princess carry?
Could they be too close...?
Xia Qingtian nervously opened her mouth, about to say something. As she looked up at Bo Jingyan's cold and stern jawline, her words were caught in her throat. She swallowed nervously, but still couldn't say anything.
Seeming to notice her discomfort, Bo Jingyan glanced at her deeply, slowly setting her down while being careful not to let her injured foot touch the ground.
"Thank you…" Xia Qingtian murmured, leaning on his shoulder, her earlobes turning slightly red.
"No taxis come here. We need to go to the junction ahead." Bo Jingyan spoke coldly, as he looked down at her ankle.
"Can I wait here for you?" Xia Qingtian fearfully asked, looking up at him.
She couldn't walk at all right now.
She would only be a burden if she always followed him.