Qiao Chengxun reluctantly let go of her lips, gasping slightly with a hoarse voice, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Yes, you just bit me, it hurts so much..." Wen Meimei covered her swollen lips, her sparkling big eyes staring straight at the man's handsome face.
Her adorable expression made Qiao Chengxun laugh, the arc of his sexy thin lips exceedingly charming, practically stealing the girl's soul.
Before Wen Meimei could come back to her senses, the man suddenly lifted her horizontally and walked away.
Wen Meimei was startled, instinctively wrapping her arms around the man's neck, looking at that perfectly handsome side profile with no bad angles, "Are you planning to carry me all the way home like this?"
"The car is almost here," Qiao Chengxun said, looking at the road ahead.
"Oh..." she thought so, even if Qiao, the King of Hell, was strong, he wouldn't possibly carry her several tens of kilometers home; he wasn't foolish.