"Ah, what are you doing," Lin Mengyao came to her senses, her entire complexion turning pale with fright.
The man gave an apologetic smile: "Miss, your foot is injured; I will carry you back to apply medicine."
Upon hearing what the man said, Lin Mengyao then noticed the burning pain in her calf, it seemed she had been scraped.
"No need, I can walk by myself."
Lin Mengyao firmly refused, trying to get down from the man's embrace, but he held her tightly.
"Don't move about, we're almost there."
The man's tone was dominant, and after speaking, he briskly walked forward, carrying Lin Mengyao.
"Put me down, put me down," Lin Mengyao's face changed dramatically, her small hands continuously batting at the man's shoulders.
"We'll arrive soon."
To the man, Lin Mengyao's strength was practically insignificant.
How could this man be so domineering, how could he be so rude.
Lin Mengyao was infuriated.
