Curled up in the chair, Zhou Chengchen was in so much pain that she didn't feel like speaking. Xi Siyan, despite being a rather sensitive guy, still couldn't understand how Zhou Chengchen was fine just a moment ago, and now suddenly like this.
He pursed his lips, reached out to feel her forehead, it was cool, not hot.
Not a fever.
Xi Siyan was about to speak when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a small corner sticking out from the pocket of the down jacket.
Was that…?
Xi Siyan's face turned a bit red, he understood what was going on.
After hesitating for a second, he reached out and picked up Zhou Chengchen.
Zhou Chengchen, who was initially in excruciating pain, was startled by the sudden movement, opened her eyes to look at Xi Siyan. From her angle, she could only see his clean jawline and slightly protruding Adam's apple.
Zhou Chengchen couldn't care about the pain anymore, she instinctively swallowed, what was this?
Princess carry?
