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Pei Luoyi blushed slightly at his gaze. She could feel that both her cheeks were slightly hot, but her hands didn't loosen their grip. "Err …" Is your leg uncomfortable? "

Gong Yan furrowed his brows, he was losing his patience, but she held on to a corner of the blanket, not letting go, "What are you trying to say?"

Hearing his heavy tone, she finally took a deep breath and raised her head, looking straight into the man's eyes.

He said decisively, "I can see that you don't look too good in the afternoon. I learned a bit of massage from before. If it really hurts, I can …" I can give you a hand. "

When she finished speaking, she couldn't help but hold her breath, and the emotions in her eyes were frozen with nervousness.

She was waiting for his answer, but the man suddenly went silent.

Under the dim light, the warm atmosphere slowly settled down.

"I don't need it."

After about ten seconds, Pei Luoyi looked at the man's face, which was hidden by the darkness, and replied indifferently.

His face was half-hanging, and his gaze was fixed on a certain part of the room. From her point of view, she could only make out his indifferent expression, as if he was not in the least bit emotional.

He felt like he was suffocating for no reason.

She was so kind … He's even taking the initiative, and he doesn't appreciate it?

However, since she had already been rejected, she didn't have the face to keep up with his cold face.

With a bitter "oh", she let go of her finger and lowered her head to stand by the bed.

Gong Yan pulled back the quilt that she had pulled over to the bedside, tightly wrapping it around his waist. The black bathrobe was a bit loose after being tossed around by her, revealing a large portion of the man's chest and skin, as well as his slightly tight abdominal muscles.

Pei Luoyi swore that with just a single glance, she would not take another glance at him. The male model's figure or whatever was so tempting.

When Gong Yan was done tucking in the corners, he discovered that the petite figure was still standing there. It seemed like she was waiting for him to open his mouth to chase her away.

A faint smile appeared on her slightly raised eyebrows as she spoke with endless cold ridicule, "You're still not leaving? Are you preparing to sleep here tonight?"

He adjusted his posture and leaned against the headboard, half-closing his eyes to look at the woman. He was filled with a kind of indolent sexuality.

Pei Luoyi, "…"

He coldly glanced at him.

Did he mean anything else? Or was it purely her overthinking?

"Is my phone here?" she asked.

The man who had just taken a bath had a head full of clean black hair that was slightly disheveled in front of his forehead. His eyes that were as deep as the sea glanced at her indifferently. Just that gaze alone exuded an enchanting and dangerous aura of death.

She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

It must be because the food was too salty tonight. Otherwise, why would she feel so thirsty?

"Your cell phone?"

A misty look flashed across the man's face, as if he remembered something. He leaned over and pulled open the bedside cabinet. He took out a white cell phone and threw it at the end of the bed.

Pei Luoyi picked up the phone and looked at it. There was a dent on the body of the phone, but it should have been there the other day after she received the man's call.

Initially, he thought that he should have left her in the apartment, but he suddenly recalled and casually asked.

As soon as Pei Luoyi saw the screen of her phone flash with animation, the man threw off the quilt and lay down. He said, "Close the door when you leave."

Pei Luoyi pursed her lips and looked at the bulging figure on the bed before turning to walk to the door.

He placed his finger on the door handle and was about to put it on, when he suddenly heard a soft sound behind him. The sound of a chant resounded. It was stifling and heavy. One could hear whether it was trying its best to suppress the sound, but it was still inadvertently spilling out of her throat.

She stopped and turned around abruptly, her gaze fixated on the bulge on the bed.

Under the covers, the man seemed to curl his legs.

Her eyes narrowed, and after a moment of hesitation, she walked over.

"Gong Yan, how are you …"

The light was so dim that for a moment she could not see the expression on the man's face, and since he was huddled under the covers, she could only reach out and pull the covers off him.

Before her hand could reach the quilt, she was caught off guard by the man, and she felt as if he was about to break her wrist.

His face was finally exposed under the light. It was only a minute later, but his face had already turned ugly by several degrees.

"Didn't I tell you to go? You don't understand human speech? "

Pei Luoyi's heart skipped a beat. The pain in her hand was enough to bring her back to her senses. She struggled to pull her hand away from the man. "Let go of me. You're hurting me."

The man's pupils shrank slightly when he saw her frown in pain, but he still loosened his fingers.

He turned over and coldly said, "Get out of here."

Her back was desolate and cold. It was obvious that she didn't want her to meddle in other people's business.

Pei Luoyi rubbed the painful part of her wrist. Sparks were about to burst out from her eyes as she stared at the back of the man's head.

This man was not even comparable to a three year old child. Was he planning to endure the night? Even a three-year-old child who was injured could find an adult to see a doctor.

In the midst of the simmering flames, a trace of undetectable guilt appeared in a small corner of his heart.

Although he took the initiative and wanted to hug her, but … She also seemed to have some responsibility that she couldn't shirk.

Pei Luoyi pursed her lips.

He had already determined that she had crippled his legs. If something happened again, he might not blame her anymore … Would she still be able to wash the white of her face after so much?

Thinking of this, she calmed down, her eyes filled with determination. Then, she lifted the blanket on the man's body.

"Pei Luoyi, don't force me to summon the bodyguard."

The man's patience had clearly reached its limit. He sat up from the bed, a pair of hawk-like eyes as sharp as ice.

Pei Luoyi felt as if she was caught within a cold air pressure cage. As time passed, she felt as if she was about to be frozen into an ice sculpture.

She looked at the man's cold eyes and couldn't help but swallow her saliva, but she still resisted the urge to retreat while trembling in fear: "Mr. Gong, my body is yours, an outsider has no right to say anything, but you're feeling unwell right now because of me. I feel that I can't just ignore it like this, I have to be responsible for you."

"Responsible for me?"

The man looked as if he had just heard a joke, his thin lips pulled up in an arc, "You are so righteous, why didn't you think about being responsible for me when you bumped into me a year ago?"

There was too much contempt in his eyes, to the point where Pei Luoyi could feel that he seemed to have fallen into some sort of emotional state.

No matter how much he tried to explain, he wouldn't believe it. Pei Luoyi knew that speaking any further would be useless, and the most important thing was to relieve the discomfort in his legs. She didn't reply, and her gaze drifted to his lower leg under the bathrobe.