What am I not doing?
If you believe that, you're a ghost!
Song Qingchao immediately retreated again.
But her left arm was injured, and her right hand was being held.
She almost fell the moment she retreated.
"Ah!"
Bai Youan dragged her waist, not expecting her to do that.
But he was afraid that if he used too much force, he might sprain her waist.
So he fell with her.
His left arm hugged her waist tightly, and his right hand protected the back of her head.
The two of them fell into a pile of books, shaking papers flying everywhere, like snow illuminated by moonlight outside a cave.
Song Qingchao closed her eyes tightly, her right hand desperately gripping Bai Youan's clothes.
The expected pain did not come.
She felt a little guilty.
Perhaps it was because in her past life, whenever she tried to dodge, Feng Shaocheng would get furious with her.
As long as she didn't comply with him, he would become hysterical, as if she had committed a heinous crime.
Although she clearly understood that the person holding her now was not Feng Shaocheng, that shadow still lingered around her all the time.
She thought that Bai Youan, while not as bad as Feng Shaocheng, would at least scold her.
But %
The gentle touch on her face made Song Qingchao slightly open her eyes.
Her eyelashes trembled continuously.
Fear, real fear.
But when she opened her eyes, she saw Bai Youan's serious expression.
His dark eyes seemed to be studded with stars, and he was quietly looking at her, gently wiping the dirt from her face, like drawing the first stroke on a blank piece of paper, afraid that a single mistake would ruin the paper.
"Didn't hit yourself?"
Bai Youan looked at her finally opening her eyes, and a subtle smile flickered across his brows.
His body seemed to gather a faint soft light, creating a picture of tranquil beauty.
He was so gentle, so gentle that Song Qingchao felt it was unreal.
Song Qingchao stammered in response, "No."
This made Bai Youan smile even more happily, so happy that he leaned down and lightly pecked her on the cheek.
His hair fell to her neck, tickling her.
"Clang!"
The sound startled both of them, and they turned their heads to look at the source of the noise.
But that person ran too fast.
Song Qingchao placed her right hand on Bai Youan's left shoulder, intending to sit up.
But unexpectedly, she was directly hugged by the waist.
"You, you, you!!!"
Song Qingchao stammered again.
She grabbed Bai Youan's clothes, only her eyes showing, staring in the direction of the door.
She looked at the overturned basin on the ground and felt that she had really embarrassed herself today.
While annoyed, she also wondered who that person could be and whether they would leak this incident...
After all...
If she were to reveal this matter, her younger brother would probably be the first to blow up.
Mumu and Bai Youan had always been at odds.
Her mission was already difficult enough, and she didn't want to add more difficulty.
But, but, but!!
She felt that Bai Youan wasn't worried at all!
What was he thinking?
From the edge of the table to the bedside, a short few steps, Song Qingchao had already simulated a dramatic soap opera in her mind.
Bai Youan felt the tension in her embrace and comforted her, "Relax."
Song Qingchao: "..."
How could she relax!?
Also, Bai Youan hadn't answered her question!
After Bai Youan placed her on the bed, he showed no intention of leaving.
Song Qingchao cautiously clutched the quilt, "You still haven't said why you came, and aren't you leaving?"
Bai Youan glanced back at her indifferently, "Are you perhaps trying to send me away?"
"I'm not."
Song Qingchao's words were inexplicably honest.
Although she really was trying to send him away.
"Really?"
Bai Youan smirked and leaned closer again, his inherent mischievousness showing through.
Song Qingchao looked at his somewhat alluring lips and swallowed.
"Really."
She had to admit that this man was simply too dazzling, and the duality within him, both righteous and wicked, truly captivated her.
"Why don't I believe you?"
His tone was gentle, with a hidden smile at the end, as if chatting casually, without any sense of pressure.
Song Qingchao surrendered.
This man had definitely bewitched her.
"Actually, I wanted to say, I want to... mmm!"
Before she could finish speaking,
Bai Youan took off his glasses, leaned down directly, and blocked her lips, swallowing all her unspoken words.
His eyes were curved, and the light in his pupils was dazzling.
"Miss you."
This was what Bai Youan conveyed to her through his lips.
Her injured arm had been well protected by Bai Youan the entire time.
No matter when it was, Bai Youan had always protected her well.
She thought that perhaps in this life, she had met her savior.
She responded enthusiastically, skillfully, and provocatively, invading him.
She wanted every inch of him to belong to her.
"That's enough."
Bai Youan's voice was a little hoarse, but he still let go of her.
Song Qingmu was a little dazed, she felt as if she had fallen into clouds, her eyes only on Bai Youan.
Her mobile right hand reached towards Bai Youan, who was pressed against her neck, and it was wet.
The back of his neck was burning hot, and he was sweating profusely.
But this restless hand was quickly caught by Bai Youan.
"Don't be mischievous."
Song Qingchao truly felt that Bai Youan was about to catch fire and couldn't help but worry, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine."
This was Bai Youan's answer.
The heat, as he spoke, sprinkled on her neck, making her itch.
"Don't move."
Song Qingchao: "..."
She immediately dared not move, and her consciousness instantly became clear. She simply froze there, waiting for Bai Youan to recover.
"I'll tell you now why I'm here."
Bai Youan hadn't gotten up yet, his voice slightly hoarse, but not without gentleness, "Zhou Zhengxi cannot come in and stay by your side, but you must bring others with you when you go out in the future. Never like this time. Promise me, okay? I'm really worried, Chaohao."
The more he spoke, the more his voice choked up.
Finally, he slightly raised his head, meeting Song Qingchao's eyes.
"Promise me, promise me..."
Song Qingchao looked at his reddened eye circles, and the string in her heart completely snapped.
She placed her right hand on Bai Youan's slightly red face, her thumb gently stroking the corner of his eye, and replied, "Okay."
"You're not lying to me?"
Bai Youan acted like a child, reaching out his hand, wanting to make a pact with Song Qingchao.
Song Qingchao, who was still moved, laughed at this.
She hooked her lips, hooked his hand, and with a sense of promise, pressed her thumb down.
"I can only sneak in at night, but recently Zuo Suiran has been watching me closely. I've left people outside. If anything happens, you must tell me immediately, and I'll find a way."
"People?" Song Qingchao couldn't help but be curious, "Who?"
Bai Youan gave a light cough, "Ying Zhong."
Ying Zhong?
Song Qingchao's heart skipped a beat. Could the person who just came in also be him?