Jian Liangtong's figure also staggered significantly, falling toward the side of the bed.
Huo Chengjin's pupils shrank deeply. Instinctively, he leaned in, reaching out to catch her body, but he stumbled forward, driven by inertia, and ended up embracing Jian Liangtong as they both fell onto the bed.
The first thing Huo Chengjin did was nervously check Jian Liangtong's condition. Seeing that aside from her fearful expression, she was unharmed, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
But in the next second, Huo Chengjin's pupils tightened as he slowly turned his head to look toward the door.
Huo Shaojun stood outside the door, not coming in. His cold eyes looking at Huo Chengjin and Jian Liangtong seemed blood-soaked, filled with a dazzling red.
Huo Chengjin squinted slightly, glanced at his clenched fists, the veins visible, pursed his lips, said nothing, and looked down at the pale, fragile woman beneath him.
