Reaching out, Leng Zimo pulled her up, and his other hand landed heavily on her back.
Luo Xiaoqian suddenly coughed hard, and a piece of apple flew out of her mouth, landing on the bedsheet.
With the foreign object expelled from her windpipe, she gasped for air desperately.
"I'm sorry!" Jiao Yang had also already reached the bedside, looking at her face flushed red, his smile fading, "Xiao Qian, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine!"
Luo Xiaoqian shook her head as she panted, her gaze stealthily shifting towards Leng Zimo.
Instead of the anger she had anticipated, Leng Zimo's expression was complex. It seemed to carry a hint of reproach, a touch of helplessness, and a trace of other emotions she couldn't quite grasp at the moment.
"I..."