"Treating Wounds"
Shen Wuxiao was frantic, searching for her everywhere.
When he rushed to the car, he flung open the door.
There he saw Hexi sitting inside, curled up on the seat.
As if she had been scared out of her wits.
"Yo, you're quite the actress too," he muttered inwardly.
But on the surface, he wore the exhilaration of having recovered something he had lost.
When Hexi looked at him, Shen Wuxiao suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
He held her tightly against his chest.
His heart pounded like a drum!
"You scared me to death. Thank goodness you're all right!"
Shen Wuxiao held her tightly, filled with the joy of regaining what he had lost.
Held in his arms, Hexi's heart was a tangled mess of flavors.
Yet she did not push Shen Wuxiao away.
Nor could she.
Being held so tightly, she could barely breathe.
"Young Master Shen... I..."
Hexi truly could not breathe; her chest had been pressed flat.
Only then did Shen Wuxiao loosen his hold on her.
But he pinned her against the side of the car, cupping her cheeks in both hands.
"Are you all right? Were you hurt?"
Hexi shook her head.
How could this guy treat her like this? Could it be that he truly wanted to pursue her?
"That's good. What exactly happened just now? I was trapped the whole time and couldn't save you!"
"Xiao Yifeng had already gone after you. What happened in between?"
With him holding her cheeks, Hexi kept her eyes fixed on his.
"I... I don't know either. An expert suddenly appeared and started fighting that person. I... I was scared, so I hid in the car."
"An expert who appeared out of nowhere?" Shen Wuxiao feigned confusion, then said, "It's fine