Rain poured down on the streets, and within the night’s deep and chilling vastness like the sea, she was almost drowned by loneliness and despair…
For a moment, she indeed wanted to end her life in agony.
It was he who had saved her from the brink of death.
The car started moving, and she curled up in his arms like a wounded little animal.
He took off his own suit and wrapped her tightly in it.
Under the dim car lights, she looked up to see only his distinct and handsome profile, his features sharp and deep, his proud eyes dark and profound.
It was him, Gong Beiming.
She was very surprised.
This man had, by chance, saved her several times already.
Although it was the embrace of a stranger, it felt reassuring and warm to her.
His chest was solid, and his arms held her firmly.
“Don’t bow your head, the crown will fall!”
He suddenly lowered his eyes and said in a voice rich with magnetism, gently striking her heart and warming her to the point of wanting to cry.
He understood her!
A man she had only met twice seemed to comprehend her heart so well!!
Yes, she couldn’t bow her head, how could she give up the hope of life for that scumbag?
She needed to stand up.
Yes indeed, she couldn’t bow her head; she was the bravest princess of all.
The car’s heater was turned on, and her icy body soon warmed up.
She could feel his heartbeat, she struggled to sit up.
But his strong arms were tightly wrapped around her, with no intention of letting her go.
Butler Shi, who was driving upfront, slowed down, and the car gradually drove into a high-end apartment complex.
After the car came to a halt, he was the first to get out.
Feeling embarrassed to be carried any longer, she hurriedly pushed the car door open.
When getting out, she accidentally used her sprained foot, and just as she steadied herself, a piercing pain struck.
The pain was so intense that she immediately lifted her foot and nearly fell, but a pair of arms reached out and steadied her once again.
Dizzy, he had already lifted her in his arms.
In the gleaming marble corridor, she bashfully saw their shadows.
Fortunately, the elevator stopped quickly, and he didn’t put her down until they were at the door.
There were only two apartments on the floor, both accessed by electronic password-controlled locks.
Gong Beiming’s slender fingers entered the password, and with a thud, the door opened.
It was a duplex apartment with European and American decor, giving off a comfortable and cozy vibe throughout.
The first floor had a large living room, with a set of sofas, and a white piano.
The double-layered curtains were tightly drawn.
“The bedroom is upstairs!”
“I’m going to use the restroom!” she blurted out, fleeing quickly, but as soon as her foot touched the floor, the pain made her gasp.
“Sit down!”
He took off his already soaking wet suit, helping her to sit on the sofa.
Squatting down in front of her, he bent down to help remove her shoes.
His hands with distinct knuckles grasped her delicate little foot, and just a light touch made her tremble with pain, taking in a sharp breath of cold air.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
The two of them were very close; she was nervous, and her little foot tensed up unnaturally as she responded with a tight hum.