Chapter 487: Competing for favor: I won't run around next time
As soon as Yan Ye hugged me, it seemed like the only thing in his world was to hold me tight
My tired body is suffocating with discomfort. I don’t want to push him away. I can’t bear to see him be fragile. I feel sorry for him.
I don’t know when, Yin Beisha also left
On the abandoned floor, the night gradually dimmed our embracing figures
"I won't run around next time. I'm fine, idiot. I'm really fine." His legs were numb as he stood. I patted his back gently with my hand to reassure him.
"I hate you." Yan Ye let me go as soon as he let go of me. He blurted his eyes and spat out three words with self-blame.
"Pfft..." Seeing how angry he was with me, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"I feel uncomfortable all over." I hesitated for a moment, then opened my hands, indicating that I wanted him to take me back.
Yan Yeyi looked at my fearless look, his gloomy face looked even more angry, and he tightened his fists
"Don't hurt yourself!" Seeing that his fist was about to hit the wall, I threw it to him in warning.
Unconsciously, tears flowed down my cheeks. I didn’t know why I was crying. I just felt sorry for him.
Yan Yeyi looked at me with a crying face. He looked even more anxious, helpless and frantic, but did not dare to torture himself.
"Hey!" I still kept asking him to pick me up, with a slight smile on my face.
"Go by yourself" is different from what he said to Yin Beisha. Yan Ye said these three words to me without any emotion at all.
Bastard, blame yourself, why do you involve me?
"Humph, just go by yourself." I pretended to be angry and started to go downstairs, but my sore feet couldn't lift them up.
"Dead girl" Yan Ye stood in front of me, wiped my face helplessly, kissed my forehead lightly, picked up the willful me, and walked downstairs.
I hugged his back tightly and raised the corners of my mouth with contentment
Yan Yeyi, no matter what the strong uneasiness portends, I will use my own way to persist.
"Ouch...oh, oh, it hurts, it hurts! Be gentle."
"Should I be gentle? How do you tell me to be gentle?"
"Asshole, it hurts me to death!"
"You deserve it, huh!"
"Hey, where did you wipe it?"
"Don't move, you will expose yourself"
"Ah! Pervert, you don't need to rub my back." In the blue room, my sharp throat screamed like a slaughtered pig.
Yan Yeyi sat in front of my bed and carefully applied anti-swelling ointment to my arm.