Lin Qingyi’s wrist was gripped firmly by Tang Zhiwei. She tried to pull away, but found she couldn't move it an inch. Tang Zhiwei’s palms were burning hot, and as the heat seeped through her skin, Lin Qingyi felt a strange sense of panic.
"What on earth is wrong with you?" Lin Qingyi asked, frowning as her gaze fell on the blood-soaked bandage on his arm. "Is your wound hurting, or is something else wrong?"
Tang Zhiwei slowly lifted his head. His eyes, usually as sharp as a hawk’s, were now veiled in mist, with a drunken redness at the corners. Despite his messy stubble and disheveled hair, he couldn't hide the natural handsomeness deep in his bones. Yet, this disheveled look was so far removed from his usual polished image that Lin Qingyi couldn't help but smile. The formidable Mr. Tang of the business world looked like a homeless man tonight.
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