Seeing that she finally stopped crying, Yi Jian relaxed slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.
He seemed very nervous just now, and all the muscles in his body were tense.
He hugged her for a long time, because he was crying and exerting all his strength. At this moment, he just felt that his whole body was stiff.
She cried so hard that she leaned on his chest and hiccupped from time to time.
But her posture was soft and supple, as if all the weight of her body was given to her.
"It's my fault." Yi Jian gently stroked her hair and combed it slowly, then lowered his head and kissed her hair. There was deep distress and annoyance hidden in his tone.
: "I didn't protect you well."
"I promise, I will never let you be wronged again."
She lay quietly in his arms, closing her eyes for a long time before she softly opened her mouth.
"I do not like her………."
She spoke word by word.
Yi Jian was stunned for a moment.
Before he had time to speak, Zhong Qing spoke again, "I don't like He Anyuan."
"So, you can't like her either."
Yi Jian didn't say anything, but he thought of the tit-for-tat confrontation between her and He Anyuan at the dinner table, and asked casually: "Why don't you like it?"
When Zhong Qing heard him ask this, her eyes became redder and redder, and she curled her lips: "Do you like her?"
Yi Jian frowned, when did he say he liked He Anyuan?
"You asked her to pick up food for you, don't you like her?"
Zhong Qing suddenly raised her head, looked at Yi Jian, and asked, "You have feelings for her, don't you?"
Yi Jian didn't say a word, but her eyes were shining and staring at Zhong Qing.
His dark eyes, at this moment, turned into deep passion, surging with layers of surprise.
His lips were trembling undetectably.
As if he heard something unbelievable, he asked softly: "What did you say?"
Although his tone was very soft, it screamed excitement.
Zhong Qing didn't understand why he was so excited. She bit her lower lip but stopped saying anything.
But Yi Jian held her shoulders tightly and half-coaxed, half-asked: "Good boy, what did you just say? Say it and let me listen..."
Zhongqing was a little confused by Yi Jian's confusion. He was not angry, but he said he was not allowed to like He Anyuan, but he was excited. She pursed her lips and said stupidly: "I