That Young Man

When the pain that hits her head became worse, AiLin's body weakly swayed. Just then she felt a firm tug pulling her elbow from behind, protecting her and stopping her from falling head first into the cold floor. 

Her neck craned, her eyes lifting to look upward at the man who had held her by her elbow and she could see his chest that was heaving quickly, raising and falling down in a quick beat. Li ZiChen was frowning, his face seemed to be slightly pallid as he looked at her.