Li Yehan carried Nan Qiao into his car and then drove her back to the Bai Family's residence.
Upon reaching the Bai Family villa, Nan Qiao pushed open the car door, intending to get out, but Li Yehan grabbed her arm, "You're injured, I'll carry you inside."
Nan Qiao: ...
"Li Yehan, I'm not made of clay, I'm not that fragile. My wound isn't deep, I can walk on my own."
Nan Qiao felt quite embarrassed; she had never been carried like this before. Every time she met Li Yehan's fiery gaze, her heart skipped a beat and undefined emotions unfurled within her.
For instance, at this moment, Li Yehan's burning eyes met hers, his thin lips curving into a mischievously arched smile, his dark eyes brimming with indulgence, "Are you afraid others will misunderstand our relationship?"
Nan Qiao moved closer to the edge of the car, gripping the door handle, "What kind of relationship could we possibly have?"
"So, what are you afraid of?"