C180 Come on Let Me Go!

Ning Xisi shrank her neck.

She only cared about him. Why would he glare at her?

Zhan Sijue pulled off his tie gracefully, hung his coat over the back of the chair, rolled his shirt up to his elbow, and revealed a small, firm, honey-colored wrist. He said in a deep voice, "Get me some medicine first."

Wasn't it because of her that he had a cold?

If it wasn't for her