Han Chuxue bit her luscious, coolly elegant lips, looking at Zhao Dong with some embarrassment as she remained silent.
Zhao Dong felt waves of soreness and weakness course through his body, and his head ached slightly. Seeing Han Chuxue's silence, he grew even more confused. "Why are you acting so different today?"
Han Chuxue's gaze darted away shyly, her face flushing red as she whispered, "How am I different?"
Zhao Dong gave a wry smile. "You usually wish I'd drop dead, but now..."
Zhao Dong still didn't quite understand why Han Chuxue was being so docile, let alone why she was lying in his arms.
Han Chuxue gave Zhao Dong a solemn look and finally whispered, "Zhao Dong... thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
A touch of heartfelt gratitude shone in Han Chuxue's eyes. "If it weren't for you, I'd be dead by now... Zhao Dong, thank you for saving my life."
Zhao Dong was momentarily speechless. After a brief silence, he smiled. "Why be so formal? It was the right thing to do."
