Сhарtеr 15: Don’t Push Yоur Luсk
Wеrе thеse words Xiе Zоngxun cоuld say?
Ноlу shit.
“…Did I hеаr thаt right?”
Gu Yanсhе wаs сomplеtely jolted аwаke.
Хiе Zоngхun’s еxрrеssiоn was grim, toо imрatiеnt to waste wоrds on him. “Нave somеonе send it tо mу plaсe. Within half an hоur.”
Gu Yаnсhе was still being сhееkу. “Damn, yоu’re аlreadу going this hard frоm the start? Didn’t уou scarе hеr оff?”
Xiе Zоngxun hung up direсtly, his gаzе graduallу turning cold.
Нe thоught bасk to lаst night again. Sсared оff? Оh, shе was scared alright—scared еnоugh to slap him sevеrаl times.
Wen Yaо wоke up very late. Paopao had fallen asleep with her again. She rubbed Paopao’s big forehead and sat up in bed.
Click.
Wen Yao froze. That—that was the sound of bones cracking, right?!
That dog Xie Zongxun—dogs tear things apart, damn him, and he tore her apart, huh.
She slowly climbed out of bed and saw a small panda cake, a photo, and a band-aid by the bedside.
Wen Yao frowned slightly and picked up the photo.
Xie Zongxun was shirtless, his muscle lines beautifully defined, his abs tight. His face was still icy, his brows slightly furrowed. Red marks covered his body and neck, glaringly obvious, giving off a sense of cold elegance mixed with wild abandon.
The signature was also beautiful—bold, powerful strokes, domineering yet effortless, just like the handwriting he’d used when helping her copy notes last time.
Wen Yao took a deep breath.
Could this photo really be given out?
“I gave you the photo. Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”
Xie Zongxun walked in, his voice softening a bit as he approached her. He bent down and gently picked her up.
He carried her to the bathroom and even squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush for her. Wen Yao brushed her teeth, huffing through her nose, when suddenly a snot bubble popped out.
Xie Zongxun had been watching her movements, and Wen Yao was also staring at herself in the mirror.
Both of them froze for a moment.
Xie Zongxun glanced at her coolly. “So angry you can blow another one?”
Wen Yao rinsed her mouth and ignored him.
Just like that, Xie Zongxun waited for her to slowly get dressed, then carried her downstairs to eat.
Wen Yao didn’t want to move and didn’t want to be carried by him, but moving even a little hurt, so she let him be.
During the meal, Wen Yao finally spoke.
“About the photo… can we change it?”
Whether this one was appropriate or not was one thing, but if it was said to have come from her, it would be weird no matter what—hard not to make people suspect their relationship.
Xie Zongxun lifted his thin eyelids. “Don’t push your luck.”
Wen Yao lowered her gaze again and quietly ate her meal.
After eating, Wen Yao wanted to return to school. She didn’t want to stay here a second longer, let alone look at Xie Zongxun’s face.
When getting out of the car, Xie Zongxun handed her a small bag.
Wen Yao hesitantly took it. It looked like some kind of medicine. She asked him, “Last night… did you not wear one? How should I take this medicine?”
The scene last night had been too chaotic; she hadn’t had the energy to pay attention.
She didn’t want any accidents.
Xie Zongxun’s thin lips moved slightly, his tone flat. “I did. This is for external use.”
“I applied it for you once this morning. Keep applying it yourself when you get back.”
Wen Yao pressed her lips together, her breathing growing faint.
She gave him no extra emotion, just softly hummed in acknowledgment before getting out of the car.
Xie Zongxun opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the dull thud of the car door cut off the rest of his words.
Wen Yao slowly walked back to her dorm. Midway, her phone buzzed again. She glanced at it impatiently.
X: 【Your skin is delicate. This medicine is very safe, non-irritating. You can use a bit more.】
What he meant went without saying.Wen Yao gritted her teeth, turned off her phone, but still opened Xie Zongxun’s chat window when she reached the dormitory.
Wen Liuliu: 【Okay.】
Only Chi Ying was in the dorm when she arrived—the other two were clearly still at home and hadn’t come back yet.
“Back already?”
Chi Ying greeted her.
Wen Yao smiled faintly, “Yeah.”
Chi Ying hesitated for a moment, glancing at Wen Yao again, her tone serious, “Yaoyao, is Xie Zongxun your boyfriend?”