Before the words were spoken, Qiao Chengxun suddenly lowered his head and kissed her cherry lips, blocking everything she was about to say.
He gently pecked her lips and then released them.
"Meimei, I know your fear."
"How do you know?"
"I've seen it." Every time Qiao Chengxun thought of Meimei's violent reaction during blood tests when she had become foolish, his heart felt as if it were being twisted by knives.
He could see Meimei's pain, he understood it all.
It was hateful, he hadn't been able to lessen her pain much, and even now, she was still living in distress.
Wen Meimei was dumbfounded, feeling the man's steady breath on her face. Even though she couldn't see him, she could sense Qiao King of Hell's expression at this moment.
He must be blaming himself...
"Chengxun, it's really nice to have met you." The young girl couldn't help but wrap her arms around his strong waist, feeling warm inside.
