Why is this person getting so close when they're supposed to be talking?

Does she really not want me to get close to her?

Song Qi noticed Su Ping's subtle resistance and reached out to grab her without making a sound.

Su Ping was caught red-handed. What was he planning to do?

The next second, Song Qi exerted a little force towards him, and Su Ping uncontrollably veered towards him.

Just as she was about to crash into his arms, Su Ping quickly braced herself between them with both hands.

"Why are you hiding, senior?"

Song Qi looked at the hand pressed against his chest, smiled, and looked like a happy big dog.

"I'm a bit socially awkward, so just say what you want to say, but don't get too close."

Upon hearing her say she had social anxiety, Song Qi burst out laughing, her expression clearly showing disbelief.

But he let go of her hand and reached for the book behind her.

"Senior, the test you just did had the easiest questions."

Su Ping's face flushed slightly, so was his purpose in saying that to prevent himself from becoming arrogant?

Realizing this, Su Ping glared at him and snatched the book from his hands.

"Okay, okay, you're the smartest!"

Seeing the expression on her face, which showed that she was angry with him, Song Qi felt inexplicably pleased.

Just then, his phone rang.

In the quiet room, the sound of several ringing bells seemed somewhat abrupt.

Out of the corner of her eye, Su Ping noticed that Song Qi quickly took out his phone, and she tilted her head toward him curiously.

Before she could even read the contents clearly, she saw Song Qi's previously happy face instantly fall, which startled Su Ping so much that she quickly turned her head away.

His face was so dark, he looked like someone owed him money. She decided to just focus on her book and avoid provoking him.

After typing a message in reply, Song Qi rested his head on his hand, feeling somewhat annoyed, and began to follow the ticking of the second hand on the table.

Before long, my mind started to go blank.

The message I just received was from my sister. She said she got the opportunity to go to a neighboring city for training in the next couple of days, and told me to lock the door and not wait for her.

Song Qi knew perfectly well whether it was for the training or simply to escape the matter of Xu Yichen.

These past two days, my sister has been leaving early and returning late. When she comes back very late, she looks extremely tired and goes to her room to rest without even eating a few bites of food.

She wouldn't even open the door when he knocked, saying she was going to sleep.

He knew that his sister seemed to have let go of everything about Xu Yichen that night, as if she had returned to the time before she met him.

However, he could tell that his sister was numbing herself by keeping herself busy so that she wouldn't have time to think about Xu Yichen or be sad.

"Snap—"

Hearing the noise, Su Ping, who was reading a book, subconsciously turned her head to look.

When she saw Song Qi break the pencil in his hand, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Does this pencil have a grudge against him? How much force did it take to break it?

Then, bright red blood oozed from his palm.

Song Qi seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to stare blankly at the clock on the table.

This guy is ruthless.

Although Su Ping really didn't want to bother with him, seeing that the blood in his palm was about to flow onto the table, she sighed, got up, opened the door, and went downstairs.

Aunt Mei happened to come out of the laundry room and saw Su Ping running out of the room in a panic. She quickly asked what was wrong.

"Miss, what happened?"

Upon hearing Aunt Mei's voice, Su Ping rushed over and got straight to the point.

"Aunt Mei, do you have a first-aid kit at home? He's bleeding."

This was originally a very normal statement, but it took on a different meaning when heard by Aunt Mei.

Recalling what she had just witnessed, Aunt Mei coughed lightly twice.

"Miss, is it serious? The bleeding from that area won't be stopped with a regular first-aid kit, right? Perhaps we should go to the hospital..."

It's just a cut on the palm, why go to the hospital?

Su Ping subconsciously replied, "No need, a simple bandage will do. He's a man, why should he be so delicate?"

Theresa May was stunned on the spot. Are young people these days really this good at having fun?

Aunt Mei suddenly realized that Su Ping probably didn't want things to escalate to the point where the Xu family, especially Xu Yichen, would find out.

Although she didn't understand, she expressed her respect.

Aunt Mei quickly fetched the first-aid kit and handed it to Su Ping: "Miss, you should go and bandage the tutor. If he loses too much blood, we'll have to go to the hospital..."

Why give it to her?

Su Ping had never treated anyone else's wounds before, and subconsciously said, "Aunt Mei, I don't know how. Why don't you go and I'll help you pass things?"

Unexpectedly, Aunt Mei refused outright and handed the first-aid kit to her without saying a word.

Then, looking somewhat awkward, he said, "Miss, you should go by yourself. I... I'm not really in a good position. Besides, I suddenly remembered I have something to do, so I'll go down first."

After saying that, he turned around and ran downstairs without waiting for Su Ping to speak.

The speed was so fast that it seemed Su Ping would have caught her if she had been a second slower.

Su Ping stood there, staring at the first-aid kit in her hand, and blinked.

She didn't understand; it was just bandaging her hand, what was wrong with that?

Thinking of Song Qi's wound, she steeled herself and turned back to her room.

They noticed that Song Qi was still in the same posture, even gripping the blood-stained pencil in his hand even tighter.

It seemed that only in this way would he feel a little more comfortable.

What kind of weirdo is this? Doesn't he feel pain?

Seeing that the blood was about to flow down his palm, Su Ping quickly went over and took the pencil from his hand.

Looking at her blood-stained fingers, Su Ping wiped the bloodstains onto Song Qi's sleeve with some disgust.

Once the pencil was removed from his palm, Song Qi seemed to wake from a dream, looking at his palm in a daze.

Seeing Su Ping bring the cotton ball closer to him with tweezers, he subconsciously frowned and tried to close his palm.

What are you doing!

Being scolded for no reason despite her good intentions, Su Ping's rebellious nature kicked in, and she forcefully grabbed his wrist.

"What kind of attitude and tone is that? It's not like I'm the one who caused you to be like this. I'm already being kind by bandaging you up, and you're still complaining?"

Having grown accustomed to Su Ping's previous attitude, this was the first time he had heard her speak to him like this, and Song Qi was stunned for two seconds.

In the end, she stopped struggling and obediently placed her palms on the table, letting her disinfect them.

Because she was unfamiliar with the technique, Su Ping accidentally brushed against Song Qi's injured area several times with the tweezers.

This made him gasp involuntarily.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

How could someone be so clumsy? He even suspected that she might have been influenced by personal feelings.

Without looking up, Su Ping quickly wiped the blood off his hand with iodine and disinfected it, exposing the wound.