The old doctor lay on the ground clutching his leg. Regardless of whose child it was, it was still her child... His back hurt from the impact, and he didn't dare speak again.
Luo Xiao turned around once more, but did not reach for her hand again. Instead, he reached around with one hand to lift Tong Ran's upper body, pressing her chin against his shoulder, and then swept all her hair to the side.
Exposing the tender skin of the nape, as delicate as white jade.
From this angle, you could almost see the tiny, adorable hairs on her skin. Luo Xiao's throat rolled slightly. His big hand gently stroked a few times, then he lifted his other hand holding the syringe, aiming it—
Sizzle!
The needle pierced the flesh precisely, the tip going all the way in. Tong Ran, in her sleep, frowned slightly, her whole body tensing abruptly, and her upper body jerked. "Ah—"
"Xiao Ran, don't be afraid, it'll be over soon."
