Suddenly there was a faint voice from behind. Ouya turned around and saw Di Yating leaning on the door. She was startled and quickly walked back to him.
"...Don't go." Di Yating's bloodless lips opened and closed, and he squeezed out only a few words. He grabbed Ou Ya's arm with his big hand and pulled her back.
Ou Ya was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what he meant, and pressed the back of his hand with her backhand, "Di Ya Ting, your wound needs to be stopped from bleeding..."
Ou Ya hesitated, not knowing how to tell him about his injury.
Ou Ya never thought that Di Yating could regain consciousness at this time after being injured like this.
I felt a little panicked all of a sudden.
"I can't die, so you don't have to rush out and die!" Di Yating grabbed her hand and didn't let go, growling in a low voice, pulling Ou Ya and striding back.
"You don't have to be brave. Your wound can't stop bleeding. If you continue like this, you will definitely die..." Ou Ya was halfway through his roar when he suddenly choked up and his eyes turned red unexpectedly.
Biting her lip, she held back from crying.
Not long after Di Yating stood up, his back was already flushed, and blood was seeping out of the white gauze at a visible speed, which was shocking.
Di Yating turned around and stared into her red eyes, his narrow eyes narrowed.
After a while, he reached out and took her into his arms, saying in a joking tone, "Ouya, is it so difficult to admit that you like me?"
"..." Ou Ya was stunned.
She looked up at him in confusion. They were discussing life-saving issues. Why did it suddenly turn into this?
Di Yating turned a blind eye to her confusion. His long white fingers touched her cheek little by little, and his breath fell on her face. Ouya felt itchy, but she didn't dare to reach out and push him.
Di Yating's thin lips parted slightly, "If you admit that you like me, I won't die."
"..." Ou Ya glared at him angrily and bit her lip.
Does he really think he is a god? He can die if he wants to, and he can't die if he doesn't want to die?
"Di Yating, your injury really can't be delayed!"
"Then say you like me." Di Yating tightened his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her little head, and said in a seductive tone, "Ouya, say you like me..."
The deep voice had a hint of bewitchment.
"...I...don't hate you anymore." After a long while, Ou Ya squeezed out this sentence, raised her big bright eyes, looked at his paused face, and hurriedly opened her mouth to explain.
"Who made you be so annoying in the beginning? You called me a man-woman and pushed against me. It would be weird if I could like you!"
"..."
Di Yating twitched the corners of his mouth and pursed his lips in silence.
Just not annoying?
It doesn't matter, it's just one step away from hating it to liking it.
"Di Yating, tell me, how do you feel? Does the wound hurt? Don't lie to me, I can see it!" Ou Ya said in a low voice, with a solemn expression.
"Since you can see it, why are you still asking me?" Di Yating asked without answering, dragging Ou Ya back.
He was crazy to let her go out alone.
If he hadn't realized that her breath was gone from the air around him and woke up, would she really have gone into the jungle to die?
Ou Yaya, is it true that you are willing to trade your life for your life just because you don’t hate it?
"I said I can't die. Even if I die, I will never allow you to die in front of me!"
