His eyes, long and narrow like peach blossoms, were slightly narrowed, his gaze as cold as winter, fixated on Chen Mengtian who lay unconscious on the bed, unknowingly clutching at him tightly.,As soon as I thought of this fiery woman, I knew that if she found out, she would make a huge fuss.,Jiang Zebei glanced at his arm, which was pinched and now stained crimson. His blue shirt had become a small patch of gloom.。