"Hua Han?" Bai Wanwan instinctively reached out to steady him. "What's wrong?"
The moment her hand touched Hua Han's arm, his body seemed to lose all strength, and he collapsed toward Bai Wanwan!
"Ugh... It hurts... Maybe from the struggle just now... My old wound is acting up..." Hua Han's voice was incredibly weak, punctuated by pained gasps.
His entire body leaned almost completely against Bai Wanwan. His "weak" arms precisely wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her halfway into his embrace.
His chin rested gently in the crook of her neck, his hot breath fanning across her sensitive skin.
"Wanwan, let me lean on you for a bit. Just a little while..." Hua Han's voice had a deliberate, pitiable breathiness to it, but his arms only tightened, greedily soaking in her warmth and sweet scent.
His "weak" performance was worthy of a master actor, making it impossible to tell if it was real or fake.
