Ling Chuxia hadn't expected Shi Che to suddenly lift her up; her body shot into the air, and her hands instinctively gripped Shi Che's lapels. However, once she came to her senses, her expression grew colder, and her grip turned into fists positioned in front of his body. "Shi Che, what are you doing? Let me go!"
Shi Che turned a deaf ear, continuing on his way.
"Shi Che!"
Ling Chuxia gritted her teeth, shouting. Her body was already weak, lacking any strength, yet she struggled forcefully, pushing against Shi Che with her hands and constantly moving her legs, trying to break free from his embrace.
Due to her resistance, her body nearly slipped from his arms. More cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her complexion seemed to grow even paler. Shi Che's gaze darkened, his handsome face becoming expressionless, and he glanced at her coldly.
