“Xiao Ling, stop there!”
Yan Xingwei caught up with Xiao Ling and shouted angrily, but Xiao Ling ignored him and continued to run forward.
Yan Xingwei flew into a rage and cursed, running fast to grab Xiao Ling and forcing him to meet his eyes.
“Am I a devil? Or a wolf? Do you think I will swallow you?”
Yan Xingwei was angered when Xiao Ling was scared of him.
Xiao Ling cried. He didn’t dare to look at Yan Xingwei, nor did he dare to break away from him.
“I ask you to look at me. Are you deaf?”
Yan Xingwei raised his voice in anger. He looked ferocious.
“I, I’m scared… I’m scared,” Xiao Ling said in a sobbing voice, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“What have I done to scare you?” asked Yan Xingwei.
‘Damn it. Didn’t I save him just now? Shouldn’t he throw himself into my arms? Why is he scared of me?’
Yan Xingwei grew angrier, but he forced himself to calm down, knowing that Xiao Ling would get more scared if he lost his temper.
“I’m not angry, and I won’t do anything to you. I’ll change the part of me if that scares you. But don’t run away without saying a word. If you dare to do this again next time, I would do more than getting angry.”
Yan Xingwei consoled Xiao Ling in a menacing way. Was he trying to soothe Xiao Ling or threaten him?
Perhaps Yan Xingwei was not good at expressing himself, and he didn’t know to tell Xiao Ling his feelings. He actually did not detest Xiao Ling at all.
In fact, he cared more about Xiao Ling than before. And he grew more protective and possessive. He had never been so obsessed with anyone else before.
Xiao Ling didn’t want to cry or run away, but he instinctively felt frightened when Yan Xingwei was angry. It might be a trauma from the accident.
“Don’t… Don’t yell at me. Don’t shout at me. Don’t talk to me loudly. I’m very scared… I’m really scared,” Xiao Ling said in a sobbing voice.
Yan Xingwei was annoyed, but he had to admit he was wrong. Xiao Ling was afraid of him because Yan Xingwei lost his temper with Xiao Ling easily.
“Okay. I won’t lose my temper.” He clenched his teeth and stifled his anger.
After he spoke, he scratched his head irritably. He sounded like he was forced to give in. He didn’t want to lose his temper with Xiao Ling, and he wanted to get along well with him.
“You… You’re angry again,” Xiao Ling cried loudly.
“Damn it. I’m not angry. My temper is just like this. What do you want me to do?”
This was the first time that Yan Xingwei had been helpless with someone.
Xiao Ling continued to sob, his body shaking, but he seemed less frightened.
Yan Xingwei didn’t notice that. He thought Xiao Ling was going to cry again, so he had no choice but to pull him into his arms and said, “I know. I’ll change myself. Stop crying.”
‘Your sobs ruffle my heart, and I can’t calm down.’
Xiao Ling thought he heard it wrong, so he sobbed foolishly and shed tears.
He was not scared anymore. He felt relieved this time. He had been thinking of asking Yan Xingwei not to shout and scare him.
Yan Xingwei let out a sigh of relief. At last, he could have peace of mind.
He was holding Xiao Ling, but for some reason, he suddenly felt Xiao Ling’s body was familiar, so he pinched Xiao Ling’s waist and then his bottom.
He did it unconsciously, but his sudden groping made Xiao Ling blush instantly.