The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

"It's cold and painful..."

In the bedroom, Leng Nianran sat by the bed and looked at her, listening to her mumbling in her dreams countless times, each time she called out Leng Che's name. He saw the tears sliding down her eyes, and suddenly he felt unwilling.

When he carried her back, she was sweating profusely, her face was as pale as paper due to the pain, without any blood or life, like a dying cat that was cruelly abandoned in the rain right after birth. It was rare that she leaned on his arms without resistance or noise. But even so, she didn't cry out in pain or shed a tear. After the pain eased, she finally fell asleep, and it seemed that she dreamed of Leng Che, and finally cried out in pain and shed tears.

She was only willing to show her vulnerability in front of Leng Che.

It was impossible for Leng Nianran to say that she had no complaints. It was obviously herself who saved her, but the man of her dreams, whom she had been thinking about, was nowhere to be found at this moment.

The scar on Mu Qianxi's face had disappeared, and she had returned to her usual delicate and fresh look, but her face was still pale. She wore his clean white shirt and slept on the bed, like a pure and fragile white lilac, but her frown had not yet relaxed, as if she was not sleeping well.

Leng Nianran gritted her teeth, then took out her phone and sent a photo to Leng Che. This slightly intimate photo was taken after he carried her back and before she fainted from the pain, asking him to help take it. After that, she didn't know who she sent the photo to. Not long after, the pain in her body seemed to be relieved, and the ugly scar on her face gradually disappeared.

Leng Che stood downstairs in the community, looking up at a light somewhere in the apartment building, not knowing how long he had been looking.

He had already returned home, but he still felt uneasy, so he thought of using his spiritual power to secretly confirm whether she had returned home safely. But when he used his spiritual power, he felt that she was in an unfamiliar neighborhood. So, before he had time to sit down, he hurriedly asked someone to drive here.

On the way, we found out that Ye Qingzhou had an apartment in this community.

Only then did he realize that she had gone home with Leng Nianran.

At this point, he tried to call her and send her messages, but she had blocked all of them and he couldn't get in touch with her at all.

He knew that she didn't want to care about him anymore, let alone see him.

He stood awkwardly outside the apartment building, hoping that she would show up, even if it was just to take a sneak peek at her, as long as he could see with his own eyes that she was safe and sound.

The weather suddenly turned cold tonight, but he seemed not to feel the temperature change at all. He stood motionless in the howling cold wind and waited for an unknown amount of time.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated and a message came in. When I clicked it, it turned out to be a photo sent by Leng Nianran.

Leng Che's pupils trembled slightly, and the fingers holding the phone couldn't help but exert force.

In the photo, Mu Qianxi was wearing Leng Nianran's coat, curled up in his arms, with her back to the camera and her face invisible. Leng Nianran put his arm around her and took the photo.

Leng Che called Leng Nianran immediately.

"What's wrong with her?" Leng Che asked. His tone sounded as calm as usual, but his frowned brows could hardly hide the worry.

Leng Nianran didn't expect that he didn't ask what happened between him and her, but was concerned about her safety. His love for her seemed to be more obvious than he thought.

"Cousin, do you want to know? Just ask her yourself. However, Sister Mu probably doesn't want to see you, after all, that's what she said." Leng Nianran's tone was light, and he continued to exaggerate, "She cried for a long time. I held her and comforted her for a long time before she reluctantly fell asleep. She is in my bedroom now. I hope you, cousin, don't look for her these days, so as not to stimulate her and make her cry, and then I have to comfort her again."

His cold and gloomy eyes suddenly became colder than the wind on a winter night, and he warned in a low voice: "Leng Nianran, I hope that this photo that will cause rumors about her will not be seen by anyone other than me."

He almost gritted his teeth and warned Leng Nianran not to do anything out of line with her: "You can hate me, but don't take the revenge you have on me on her."

It was the first time that Leng Nianran heard him call her by her full name.

He cared about her safety and was worried about her suffering from rumors...it seemed that she was the untouchable reverse scale in his body. Leng Nianran was glad that he had successfully found his reverse scale and stimulated him.

"Don't worry, cousin. Not only do you want to protect her, I also want to protect her. But cousin, you seem to have forgotten who made her so sad today. If you really want to protect her, it's best not to disturb her again." Leng Nianran hung up the phone after saying that, and suddenly felt relieved. Since planning to go to G City with her, he wanted to drive him crazy by getting along well with her.

After ending the call, Leng Che's hand, which was originally tightly holding the phone, clenched into a fist involuntarily, trying his best to suppress the anxiety and uneasiness surging in his heart.

He wanted to see her and rushed upstairs to confirm with his own eyes whether she was safe or not. But reason was like a solid line of defense, firmly restraining his impulsive steps. He was the one who hurt her, and now she finally fell asleep, and his sudden appearance would only stimulate her again.

Perhaps, they should all calm down and give each other some time.

But he didn't want to leave like this, he was worried. He would wait for her here, even if he didn't appear in front of her, just looking at her from a distance would be enough.

Leng Che stood there quietly, like a sculpture, looking up and staring at her direction persistently. His dark eyes seemed unable to see anything except the light from upstairs. The cold moonlight fell on him, casting a slender and lonely shadow behind him.

Before I knew it, I had been standing all night without feeling tired.