Because it was the trustworthy Li Jianjun, Li Qiong wasn't afraid, even though her leg hurt.
"Okay," Li Qiong said, lying on Li Jianjun's back. Since it was autumn, their clothes weren't thick, so she could feel his firm back and sturdy build.
Perhaps because the mountain path was rough, Li Qiong had no choice but to hold on tightly to Li Jianjun. Her warm breath brushed against his neck and ear.
Li Jianjun's ears grew hot, his heart quickening. He kept his hands, which were supporting her legs, perfectly still, afraid of overstepping his bounds with Li Qiong.
The sweet scent of a woman unconsciously wafted to his nose, making his mind wander. But his strong willpower warned him. 'Li Qiong is hurt. I can't have any improper thoughts. That would be wrong.'
