"Eh? Senior sister? Senior sister!" Lisa said so many words to arrange Ye Huairan. She originally thought that Yang Zixin would praise her, but unfortunately Yang Zixin didn't say a word and just left her with a back view.

She stamped her feet angrily, cursed under her breath, and chased after him.

Yang Zixin quickly arrived at the door of the infirmary with long strides. Just as she was about to open the door and go in, she happened to see the scene inside through the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

In the room, Ye Huairan was sitting on the doctor-patient bed, while Ye Zechuan stood beside the bed and gently treated her wounds with alcohol cotton.

When she saw the distressed and fearful expression on Ye Huairan's face on the handsome side of the young man's face, and when she saw him moving gently but still cautiously blowing on her wound, Yang Zixin stopped abruptly.

In Yang Zixin's impression, Ye Zechuan has always been a cool and handsome guy, the kind of male god who can only be seen from a distance but not close to him.

Every time she saw him, he was either as cold as snow, or expressionless, just treating himself as air. She thought he was such a person at first.

She naively thought that he was the kind of boy who hid his emotions and expressions under his appearance and was not good at expressing and disdainful to express himself. However, she did not expect that he would actually show such a gentle and vivid expression that could make her cry.

It turns out that it's not that he has no feelings, it's just that he has never met such a girl who can make him care.

What else needs to be determined? Does it mean that if they both have the same surname Ye, they must be siblings?

No! The way Ye Zechuan looked at Ye Huairan was not at all the way a brother should look at his sister. It was the look a man would have when he felt sorry for a woman, and she knew it!

This realization was like a bolt of lightning and thunder, mercilessly shocking the depths of her soul!

Yang Zixin straightened her back and stared at the two people in the medical room.

Although the sun is shining brightly outside, the infirmary is backlit and the light inside seems a bit dim.

In such a dark space, at such an angle with his back to her, Yang Zixin could not completely see his face at the moment. She could only see his side face and his tightly pursed thin lips.

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Such a tight arc also shows how distressed and angry its owner is at the moment.

"Why did you keep pulling on that seat belt? Just let the staff come to the rescue at that time!" Ye Zechuan looked at the shocking and almost horrific wound on the snow-white arm in front of him, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

, "Did you know that if the rock had been sharper or if your strength had been heavier, this arm would have probably been destroyed?!"

"Brother Zechuan, don't be angry! It doesn't hurt, really, it doesn't hurt!" Ye Huairan stretched out her uninjured left hand and pulled his sleeve coquettishly twice. Seeing that he still had a straight face,

She rolled her dark eyes, raised two fingers of her left hand, and pointed at the ceiling above her head.

He swore, "I promise you that I will never be so impulsive again, okay? Moreover, you have also seen that the situation was urgent at the time. How could I have time to think so much! If I didn't take action, Yang Zixin would never be so impulsive.

If you fall from a high place, your life may be in danger!"
Chapter completed!