Yi Jian's expression was still a little cold, but he didn't know what he was thinking. He just breathed deeply, locked his eyes tightly, and layers of complicated and sad light flashed through his eyes.
Zhong Qing just felt that Yi Jian like this made her feel distressed. She subconsciously reached out her hand, took Yi Jian's wrist, and asked in a low voice: "Young Marshal, what's wrong with you? What happened?"
Yi Jian felt the softness of her fingers moving gently in his hand, as if it had attracted his heart, and he softened for a moment.
He didn't say a word, but with a force, he brought her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
His movements came very quickly and suddenly.
Xu Angdu stood aside. He didn't know how to be reserved or concealed at all. Zhong Qing's face turned red and he opened his mouth to remind him. But when he raised his head and saw his tired face, his heart softened and he didn't say anything.
Let him hold her so tightly.
She buried her face into his chest. Her height was still too short compared to him.
His arms were very strong, trying to break her back.
She frowned slightly and asked softly: "Young Marshal, what's wrong with you?"
Yi Jian was still silent.
"Young Marshal, you hurt me."
Zhongqing gives a verbal reminder.
Yi Jian paused for a few seconds and slowly relaxed his strength. He had regained his composure. He buried his lips in the crook of her neck and asked softly, "Are you hungry? Go down and eat."
Then, he let go of her body, lowered his head, looked at her crimson face, kissed her gently, pulled her, and started to go downstairs.
Zhong Qing always felt that Yi Jian was very strange at this moment, but now she felt that Yi Jian was no different from usual. She couldn't help but think that maybe she was overthinking, so she lowered her head and let Yi Jian meekly.
Jane held her hand and followed him downstairs step by step.
During the meal, Zhongqing and Yi Jian were as usual. The two of them looked harmonious and sweet.
Zhong Qing was really hungry and had eaten a lot. Yi Jian just took a chopstick of each dish, tasted it, then put down his chopsticks and sat there, watching her eat calmly.
After Zhongqing finished eating, it was so easy that Yi Jian didn't eat much, "Young Commander, why don't you eat?"