749 Ying's Man

"Did you cry?" asked Ying all of a sudden.

"No, I didn't," replied Han Bohai as he avoided her eyes and helped her wear her shoes. "Can you walk? How about I pick you up?"

"Just lend me your hand, I can walk on my own," she retorted trying to show her tough side.

"I've given all of myself to you and yet you're only asking for my hand?" he pouted pitifully. "It's no fun. It's not like you're asking for my hand in marriage!"

Ying hit his arm, "Do you think about anything else?"

Han Bohai shook his head and grinned, "Since you came into my life, only you live in my heart and on my mind. You should really start paying rent now."

"Rent?"

He nodded, "But actually, there is a way I can let you live in my heart, mind, soul, life for free!" She raised her brow at him as he shamelessly continued, "Just ask for my hand in marriage for real!"

Ying tried to hold back her smile and covered it with a cough. "Don't be cheeky. Just give me your hand or I'm gonna get a crutch for myself."

"But I still think me carrying you is more convenient," he argued. "What if you accidentally put weight on this leg?"

Han Bohai crouched down before her and said, "Don't be stubborn and just let me carry you on my back. I know you're very strong. But this is not the time to be tough."

Ying thought about what he said and hesitated for a whole minute before she leaned over on his back. Han Bohai was pleased as he held supported her and stood up. "I think my back is broad and strong enough to carry you, don't you think?"

"Shut up!" said Ying and looked at the back of his head with a complicated look. As they walked out of the room, she said, "You're just trying to change the topic, weren't you?"

"Huh?" Han Bohai feigned ignorance.

"Don't play this ignorance game with me," said Ying. "I can tell you cried."

"I told you I didn't," he retorted.

"You're not as good of a liar as you might think of yourself to be," was her response. "Tell me why you cried? If we're officially dating, I have the right to know the truth."

Han Bohai had a small smile on his lips but he really couldn't tell her the truth. How was he supposed to explain it? It didn't make sense. It only made sense to him because he was desperate to get another glimpse of his Sister Xiu in one way or another. So, even if it was false, he'd still be willing to delude himself.

He heaved a heavy sigh, "Seeing you hurt, my heart bled for you. And along with that, I couldn't hold back my tears."

"Now, you're insulting my love for you," retorted Han Bohai. "How can you always question my feelings for you?"

"I'm not questioning your feelings," replied Ying honestly. "But I'm definitely displeased to see you lying to my face."

"Technically, you can't see my face," pointed out Han Bohai.

Ying pulled his hair saying, "Don't forget right now, I can make you bald! For the sake of your hair, come clean!"

"Aiya! Was my girlfriend always a tyrant? How come I only realized it?"

Ying rolled her eyes at his words, "Oh please! You fell in love with the tyrant in me!"

"Well, at least, you believe that I did fell in love with you..." he sighed out.

"Don't dilly-dally around, and come clean already!" urged Ying. "Is it that difficult to say?"

Han Bohai nodded his head in agreement, "It is indeed difficult to say."

"Why?"

"It's complicated, Ah-Ying," his voice had turned gentle. He was actually not being playful at all right now and she could hear it clearly in his voice. "It's actually a little difficult for me to explain it to you right now. Maybe I don't have the right words or maybe I'm not feeling right. Whichever factor it is, I just know, I can't say it right now."

"It's alright if you can't say it," spoke out Ying. "If it's difficult, I'll stop asking." She took a pause briefly and added, "But I do hope you get out of the habit of crying so easily! Being Yan Ying's man, how can you cry? It's an insult to me!"

"So, now I'm Yan Ying's man?" he wondered in disbelief and amusement mixed in his voice.

Ying held both his ears as she said, "Why? Have an issue?"

Han Bohai shook his head, "Issue and me? How is that possible?"

As he safely brought her out of the hospital, he led her towards his own car and put her in the passenger seat. Then he buckled her seatbelt for her and noticed how she was staring at the side of his face even when he settled behind the steering wheel.

"What is it? Am I especially handsome today?" he joked but was stunned when she nodded her head.

"It seems like being Ying's man is working out for you. You're sparkling brightly now!"

Han Bohai stared at her face and threw his head back to laugh without any restraint. Ying finally relaxed seeing that laughter back on his face. It suited him. She couldn't deny it at all. And she suddenly wished it'd be good if he kept laughing like this always. Sadness really didn't suit him. Not at all.