Zhongqing's heart trembled. Didn't he want to stay with her in the hospital today?
Why did you come back suddenly?
But, no matter what, she shouldn't be qualified to care.
Zhong Qing silently picked up her suitcase and wanted to leave.
As soon as I passed him, a pair of big hands grabbed my arm.
"Zhongqing, what do you want?"
Zhong Qing stiffened, lowered her eyes, never daring to look at him, pursed her lips, and whispered: "I didn't think about anything!"
While talking, Zhongqing broke away from his big hand and wanted to leave.
However, the next second, he grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, he pushed her against the wall, with his hands on both sides of her cheeks. Her beautiful and picturesque face was so close.
close.
"What happened?"
Zhong Qing turned away and said, "I'm going home."
The man reached out and pinched her chin, making her face him: "Tell me the truth."
"I do not know what you're talking about!"
"Are we going to break up?!"
Zhongqing's heart tightened, she bit her lip, and she was suddenly speechless.
The man stared at her closely, his eyes were deep and showed no emotion or anger: "If you don't want to make me angry, just take back what you just said."
Zhong Qing clenched her hands tightly, dug her nails into her palms, and pursed her lips: "I don't want to make you happy!"
"..."
"I'm not qualified either."
Zhongqing pushed him away and was about to leave, but she was pulled into a warm embrace again, and her hot breath spilled: "Zhongqing, you must make me angry, right?!"
Zhongqing's heart softened, and she lay stiffly in his arms, saying unyieldingly: "What right do I have to be angry? I'm not one of you, so what qualifications do I have!"
The man still had an angry look on his face, but his tone couldn't help but become a little softer: "Who do you want me to think of you?"
Zhong Qing's heart felt inexplicably sour, and her eyes could not help but heat up.
What more could she ask of him?
All this time, she couldn't even be sure of his heart, so what else could she ask for.
Because, his heart never belonged to her.
Seeing Zhong Qing who suddenly fell silent with an aggrieved look on his face, the anger in his heart was instantly replaced by a feeling of pity.
He sighed softly and put her into his arms: "Zhongqing, don't be like this!"
Zhong Qing nestled in his neck and said muffledly: "Yan, do you not like me at all?"
The man's back stiffened and he fell silent immediately.
Facing the man's silence, Zhong Qing's heart became even more yellow and uncomfortable, and she laughed at herself: "I understand."
"Qing'er..."
The man's voice was deep, like the sound of nature.
This was the first time he called her so affectionately, stimulating her body and mind.
"Don't leave, okay?"
His simple words made all the discomfort in her heart disappear.
What he means is that he likes her, right?
Thinking of this, Zhong Qing couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, "Yan, I want you to eat with me, go shopping with me, watch movies with me... I just want you to accompany me today!"
The man slowly let go of his hand and looked at her with a frown: "Tell me honestly, did something happen?"
Zhong Qing curled her lips and told him about Xia Zhenai's matter: "Yan, what should we do now?"
Finally understanding why she was having a bad temper today, the man pondered for a long time and said calmly: "There is someone who might be able to help her."
"Really?!" Zhong Qingyixi asked: "Who is it?"
The man gently stroked her hair: "I'll handle this for you! Don't worry, eh?"
Zhongqing hugged his neck happily, "Thank you, Yan."
The man turned his head slightly and kissed her hair, with a look of endearment in his eyes that even he could not easily detect. Zhongqing's heart trembled, didn't he want to accompany her in the hospital today?
Why did you come back suddenly?
But, no matter what, she shouldn't be qualified to care.
Zhong Qing silently picked up her suitcase and wanted to leave.
As soon as I passed him, a pair of big hands grabbed my arm.
"Zhongqing, what do you want?"
Zhong Qing stiffened, lowered her eyes, never daring to look at him, pursed her lips, and whispered: "I didn't think about anything!"
While talking, Zhongqing broke away from his big hand and wanted to leave.
However, the next second, he grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, he pushed her against the wall, with his hands on both sides of her cheeks. Her beautiful and picturesque face was so close.
close.
"What happened?"
Zhong Qing turned away and said, "I'm going home."
The man reached out and pinched her chin, making her face him: "Tell me the truth."
"I do not know what you're talking about!"
"Are we going to break up?!"
Zhongqing's heart tightened, she bit her lip, and she was suddenly speechless.
The man stared at her closely, his eyes were deep and showed no emotion or anger: "If you don't want to make me angry, just take back what you just said."
Zhong Qing clenched her hands tightly, dug her nails into her palms, and pursed her lips: "I don't want to make you happy!"
"..."
"I'm not qualified either."
Zhongqing pushed him away and was about to leave, but she was pulled into a warm embrace again, and her hot breath spilled: "Zhongqing, you must make me angry, right?!"
Zhongqing's heart softened, and she lay stiffly in his arms, saying unyieldingly: "What right do I have to be angry? I'm not one of you, so what qualifications do I have!"
The man still had an angry look on his face, but his tone couldn't help but become a little softer: "Who do you want me to think of you?"
Zhong Qing's heart felt inexplicably sour, and her eyes could not help but heat up.
What more could she ask of him?
All this time, she couldn't even be sure of his heart, so what else could she ask for.
Because, his heart never belonged to her.
Seeing Zhong Qing who suddenly fell silent with an aggrieved look on his face, the anger in his heart was instantly replaced by a feeling of pity.
He sighed softly and put her into his arms: "Zhongqing, don't be like this!"
Zhong Qing nestled in his neck and said muffledly: "Yan, do you not like me at all?"
The man's back stiffened and he fell silent immediately.
Facing the man's silence, Zhong Qing's heart became even more yellow and uncomfortable, and she laughed at herself: "I understand."
"Qing'er..."
The man's voice was deep, like the sound of nature.
This was the first time he called her so affectionately, stimulating her body and mind.
"Don't leave, okay?"
His simple words made all the discomfort in her heart disappear.
What he means is that he likes her, right?
Thinking of this, Zhong Qing couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, "Yan, I want you to eat with me, go shopping with me, watch movies with me... I just want you to accompany me today!"
The man slowly let go of his hand and looked at her with a frown: "Tell me honestly, did something happen?"
Zhong Qing curled her lips and told him about Xia Zhenai's matter: "Yan, what should we do now?"
Finally understanding why she was having a bad temper today, the man pondered for a long time and said calmly: "There is someone who might be able to help her."
"Really?!" Zhong Qingyixi asked: "Who is it?"
The man gently stroked her hair: "I'll handle this for you! Don't worry, eh?"
Zhongqing hugged his neck happily, "Thank you, Yan."
The man tilted his head slightly and kissed her hair, with a look of endearment in his eyes that even he could not easily detect.