"It's okay. Maybe my feet are numb after sitting for a long time." When she felt the numbness in her feet disappear, he said, "Leng Sichen, please let her take you back!"
Leng Sichen nodded in agreement after looking at him, while Yue Yuran looked at Yin Mangze in astonishment...
In the past, he would have grabbed her or hugged her sideways... But now...
But he pushed her to someone else!
Why? She hates his dictatorship but enjoys it?!
A ball of anger suddenly ignited in his chest, and he hooked Leng Sichen's neck from behind as if he was angry, "Chen, let's go!" Leng Sichen could also feel Yue Yuran's anger, even though he heard her intimate address
The reasonless cheer in my heart was cruelly extinguished in the next second.
Leng Sichen silently carried her on his back, and the night enveloped them...
Yin Mangze looked at their retreating figures and his heart felt as if he had been stabbed hard by a needle, but he reluctantly pulled up his sleeves to cover up the slightly seeping blood. Under the night and the moonlight, he could still see the wheat near his collarbone.
There are a few shocking pink streaks on the pale skin...
It was almost early in the morning when she returned to the tent. Yue Yuran tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. There were too many things that happened that day, too much for her to digest. She got up and walked outside. The sound of a bottle breaking suddenly appeared in the silent and empty night.
This quiet situation seems particularly harsh...
She couldn't help but walk in that direction...
The source of that sound turned out to be Yin Mangze's tent...