Her foot was being squeezed carelessly, and Qin Mengying was in too much pain to speak. Having rushed here, she had already reached her limit of endurance.
"I'll spare you for now and check you over slowly when we get back."
"Get on." Ou Mingxuan crouched down slightly in front of her.
"...?" Qin Mengying stepped back in confusion.
"I'll carry you." Ou Mingxuan said impatiently.
"No need, I can..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ou Mingxuan had already picked her up by the waist, his lips curling slightly, "Turns out you prefer this position."
Qin Mengying pursed her lips and said nothing. The mix of strong alcohol and women's perfume on him surprisingly didn't repel her.
Ou Mingxuan didn't drive, so Qin Mengying drove instead. He habitually rested against her, closing his eyes as he asked, "What happened to those injuries?"
"It's nothing." Qin Mengying replied indifferently.
