Indeed, a few steps that Yu Zexiao took a bit too widely made Jian Anning pause and inhale sharply, "hiss—"
"Does it hurt?" Yu Zexiao became somewhat anxious upon hearing her sound. He immediately looked back at her, and Jian Anning shook her head, "It’s nothing."
"What do you mean, ’it’s nothing’!" Yu Zexiao frowned, his voice rough, "It’s swollen , you—"
He remembered it was his fault in the bathroom that got her bandage wet, forcing her to go without it. He then changed his word, "Who told you not to prepare your medicine and bandages in my room as well! So you could take care of it if something happened!"
"Pfft!—" Jian Anning laughed. This man, even trying to comfort someone, sounded like he was scolding her. If she wasn’t familiar with his personality, his arrogant words would certainly infuriate her.
Thinking back, the initial bumps and brushes between the two of them happened quite often because he didn’t know how to speak properly. He could turn a perfectly nice comment into something unpleasant, sparking arguments and conflicts. But thinking about it now, he was actually—always a good person. He had a straightforward mind, without too many schemes. Despite being overbearing, he truly cared about her.
Her laughter sparked something in Yu Zexiao’s heart. Although Jian Anning didn’t admit it just now, by the way Lu Jiayuan was acting, it was clear there was something between the two of them.
He suddenly grew stern, "What’s so funny about that! You fall and hurt your leg because you weren’t looking where you were going, and on top of that, you bring out an ex-boyfriend who’s hopelessly devoted to you. You’re happy about that, aren’t you!"
Upon hearing him say that, Jian Anning felt even more delightful inside. She struggled to keep a straight face, trying not to burst out laughing. But the more she held it in, the more joy she felt, leaving Yu Zexiao both angry and helpless. He abruptly tightened his grip on her hand, "You’re still laughing! You dare to laugh!"
"No, no, I’m not laughing, I’m not laughing, haha!" Jian Anning couldn’t hold it in anymore and finally laughed out loud. Yu Zexiao’s face turned even darker, and he let go of her hand and strode forward, "I’m done with you!"
Jian Anning watched his "fuming with rage" retreating figure, and all the shadows in her heart were dispelled. At the same time, a warm surge was slowly spreading in her chest.
Yu Zexiao walked quickly and reached Jian Anning’s room door in no time. Looking back, there was no one in sight! He stood at the doorway with his arms crossed, waiting like a boss.
Before long, Jian Anning slowly made her way over. She was holding the wall as she walked because her foot still hurt without the bandage, and she dared not put too much weight on it, cautiously taking each step. Yu Zexiao’s heart softened upon seeing her look . He walked up quickly, yanked her hand, and pulled her along, "Silly woman, why are you walking so slowly! It’s not like your leg is broken!"
The comment was harsh. Jian Anning pursed her lips, her brows slightly furrowed, but the words she uttered were soft and tender, "It hurts~~~"
Sure enough, as soon as Yu Zexiao heard her, he couldn’t keep up his stern facade. He quickly checked his surroundings, and seeing no one else was there and they weren’t far from her room, he suddenly bent over and swept her into his arms......