Isn't it just a detour? It's only half an hour late at most. Does he need to be so angry? It's like the whole world has offended him.
"Hey!" Thinking about it, I said to him unhappily.
As soon as Yan Ye heard my rude voice, he turned his head impatiently.
"You're in trouble!" Looking at his forehead, I jumped up with a snap of my fingers.
Yan Yeyi glanced at me angrily and just drove the car, ignoring my provocation.
Ah! He has a mental attack. Why is he mute today?
"Humph...ah!" I snorted angrily and moved my body angrily. I forgot that the roof of the car was pulled up. In excitement, my forehead hit the roof of the car solidly and the pain made my head dizzy.
The terrible thing is that I actually bit my tongue, "killing two birds with one stone". I sat crookedly on the car seat, grinning, and couldn't think about my head but my tongue.
"You are looking for death! If you dare to hurt yourself, I will bite you to death."
Yan Yeyi hurriedly stopped the car, leaned over, checked the top of my head, then raised my chin, and used a tissue to stop the blood on the tip of my tongue.
"It hurts?" Yan Ye leaned next to me, gently rubbing my numb forehead with one hand, holding my cheek with the other, and coldly yelled at me "gloating at my misfortune"
"It doesn't hurt." I pulled out his hand and turned my head away angrily.
Nonsense, a bump on the head and a bitten tongue are the most sensitive and painful places in human beings. Can it not hurt?
"You deserve it." Yan Ye turned my shoulder and asked me to look at him.
"It's because of you, why are you keeping such a stinky face?" I lowered my head in grievance and yelled at him.
"I don't want you to go somewhere you don't like." Yan Yeyi let me go and sat back in his seat. His left arm rested on the car door window, and his right hand beat his beautiful fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel.
He looked outside the car and said indifferently
"How do you know I don't like hospitals?" I calmed down and looked at his clear profile profile in surprise.
Yes! I hate hospitals the most, the nauseating smell of disinfectant, and the bright red lights in the operating room.
Ever since I was a child, I would rather be sick than go to the hospital. I thought my quirks could be well hidden from others.
In fact, I really have a lot of excessive quirks, and sometimes I discriminate against myself