C22 Why Is There so Much Blood on Your Dress

She also clearly remembered that at her tenth birthday party, when she accidentally put the cake on his clothes, he had pushed her into the deep water, and if he knew what she had done to his cushion, he might have killed her.

Her mood was filled with apprehension and shyness. She finally got the cushion down. She hugged a snowy pile. Although she didn't say it out loud, but a precocious youth like him should know what that was, right?

"Hey, you're perfectly fine. Why are you hugging the cushion?"

Hearing his words, her nose turned sour. It was just like what she was feeling right now. Didn't he understand what she meant?

He turned his head and saw the man's gaze. Her heart felt uncomfortable. Was it because she was being too reserved, or was it because he really didn't understand …

Half of his handsome face was in shadow, and although he couldn't see clearly, she was sure that he knew it.

They looked at each other for two or three times until she felt the warmth flowing out. She gritted her teeth, feeling very lucky, because it was already dark and there was almost no one outside. She casually replied, "Your seat cushion was accidentally dirty. Don't worry, I'll help you clean it up."

As soon as she finished speaking, she bent her head even lower and tightened her grip.

Xu Yixiu looked at the girl, whose head was about to sink. His eyes were like ice. "Give me your phone number."

Phone? What did he want it for?

Then, with her left hand holding the cushion, she used her other hand to reach for the phone in her dress pocket. Lifting her left leg, she was attacked by that thing once again …

She clenched her teeth tightly!

Xu Yiru frowned. When he took the phone, he noticed that her hands were full of chilblains. He didn't say anything as he took the phone and started typing.

The sound of her cell phone made her feel like it would only last a century!

This feeling lasted until the weight on her hands began to rise, and then the stone in her heart sank.

It was also at this moment that she opened her phone and made a call to her contact list. "I'm okay."

She could understand why he'd put his phone number in there, but why add a "a" before it?

His last words were, "Remember to call me."

"Sure, no problem." she replied.

Xu Yourong swept her gaze over her entire body, and just happened to see that faintly discernible red glow. She could roughly guess what had happened. "Cough, cough," she said. "Go back!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up happily, as if she had received a Gold Medallion of Life and Death. Her face was full of smiles. Embarrassed, she hugged the cushion and ran away.

What did her smile mean? Did he know what hers was?

Xu Yiru looked at the figure that was getting further and further away. He didn't see her again. He got into the car and started the engine. He then stepped on the accelerator and left.

She ran as fast as she could, running to the house Yu Qihang rented. She ran all the way to the corresponding floor, pressing the doorbell again and again. The moment she opened the door, she saw Yu Qihang open the door in his bear pajamas, "I'm going. What are you doing here so late at night?"

Without waiting for an answer, she pushed Yu Qi Hang away, dropped the mat, and ran towards the bathroom, "Pi'er! Why is there blood on the back of your skirt? "What's going on?"