C163 Shangri-la(4)

Tiancheng carried Xiaoxiao across the hotel corridor and entered the elevator.

Seemingly sensing the violent rise and fall of Tiancheng's chest, Xiaoxiao slowly raised her head to look at him. From below, she could only see the side of his face that was as sharp as a knife, the frown between his brows, and his thin lips.

All this hurt her too.

She believed that she understood Tiancheng