Dong Huiying blinked her eyes, "What exactly are you being so stubborn about?" She pondered for a long time and suddenly recalled the scars on his body, a flicker of insight passing through her eyes.
Yesterday, she wanted to see the wound on his body, but he wouldn’t let her. She knew that men here were quite conservative and had privately guessed whether he was too embarrassed or shy, and so on.
But today, she thought, maybe she had been too careless.
She pulled him along, not allowing him to refuse, dragging him back.
He tensed his face, taking a step back again, "No."
Feeling somewhat amused, she couldn’t help but say, "Come on, let me look at your wound. I caught a glimpse just now, and it seemed pretty serious." It appeared to be a cut, right on his back. He must have been slashed by someone, and the wound was already half a month old but still stubbornly refusing to heal.
It seemed that Liang Haoming was not only fighting in underground black fist matches; there must be other secrets in his life.
Liang Haoming hesitated for a moment, glanced at her quickly, then hung his head low again, "No."
Repeating the word, he was as stubborn as a bull.
Dong Huiying was somewhat at a loss, "In the middle of the night, if you don’t go back with me, where will you go? Do you want to end up like Liang Shujun, caught by the patrolling government officers?"
She was getting a little angry. They were just a step away from the gate, and he was being so stubborn, filling her with a sense of powerlessness.
He pursed his lips, then looked at her small hands. She was grasping his arm as if afraid he would slip away.
He moved her hands away firmly and slowly, then found a corner to crouch down in.
Great, not moving, but what’s with this pitiful bun act?
She rolled her eyes and suddenly put on a pitiful face, "Liang Haoming?"
"Fourth Brother Liang, Liang Haoming?"
"Can you pay attention to me, please? Are you ignoring me because you’re angry?"
She moved closer to him, squatted down to his level, and looked him in the eye. Seeing him glance quickly at her then look away again, she pouted her lips, putting on an aggrieved face.
"I know, I’m unforgivable. You must blame me. After all, it’s because of ’Dong Dabao’ that you got disfigured, your body burned over a large area."
He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "No."
He lifted his eyes, looking at her, this man’s eyes were dark and vast, always appearing blank and distant, but in fact, his eyes were the clearest, like the purest gemstones in the world.
His gaze held no extraneous thoughts, and when one seriously met his gaze, it could make one feel utterly ashamed.
Dong Huiying put on a tearful face, working hard at playing the pity card.
"If you’re not blaming me, not angry with me, then why won’t you come back with me?" She looked heartbroken, accusing him with her eyes. Suddenly, he felt as if he was truly at fault, as if he had done something wrong. Seeing her eyes fill with mist, he panicked.
"You?" he asked awkwardly, extending his hand, wanting to touch her but not daring to.
Dong Huiying sniffled, mimicking a sobbing state, "Will you come back with me, please? If you agree to come back, I will stop crying. Otherwise, otherwise, I will cry, cry and cry continuously!"
Liang Haoming was completely stiffened and then, under the earnest gaze of Dong Huiying, he hung his head, giving in helplessly with a nod.