138 Playing a Dangerous Game to Turn the Tables in Desperation

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"Qinghan, are you... feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Bai Xiangxiang tentatively asked.

Pei Qinghan tried to sit up from the sickbed, and Bai Xiangxiang hurried to help him, only to have her hand lightly brushed away by Pei Qinghan without a sound.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Pei Qinghan's complexion appeared slightly pale.

His head hurt as if it were about to explode.

Scenes from last night played back in his mind, like scenes flashing by on a revolving lantern.

As he was about to leave, he saw the crystal chandelier falling down.

The girl's beautiful silhouette was shrouded in the bright white light, dazzling and captivating.

Yet, she was hanging by a thread.

At the critical moment, he didn't think, he just rushed over.

He usually disliked inviting trouble and even less liked to place himself in danger. This was the first time he had risked his life to save a stranger.