Ye Zhiwei wanted to back away, but she had nowhere to retreat. Jiang Jianian was still standing there, holding the door shut and looking down at her.

"You—how could you lie to me?" Ye Zhiwei accused.

Jiang Jianian softened her voice, "Didn't you lie to me too? Did you really come looking for shower gel, or were you just concerned about my mood?"

Ye Zhiwei felt that she had no secrets from Jiang Jianian!

“Since you lied to me first, why can’t I lie to you?” Jiang Jianian retorted.

Ye Zhiwei felt that Jiang Jianian was being sophistical, but what he said made a lot of sense, and she couldn't find any words to refute it. She was a little nervous and it took her a while to say, "I'm worried about you."

"Are you worried about me?" Jiang Jianian looked at Ye Zhiwei. He was much taller than Ye Zhiwei. When he looked down at Ye Zhiwei, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and his eyelashes were clearly visible. His eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his slightly cold eyes, which softened his indifference and sharpness. He said with a slightly pitiful tone, "Do you think I would be happy?"

He countered with a question.

Ye Zhiwei was stunned for a moment; no one would be happy about such words.

Although Yu Jingchen didn't explicitly say anything, his words were really excessive, almost hitting the nail on the head. He seemed to be joking all the time, but he always liked to emphasize that Jiang Jianian was living in Ye Zhiwei's house, and that Ye Zhiwei was more suitable for a young master from a good family than a pitiful little Jiang Jianian. No matter how outstanding someone is, some things are predetermined.

His words implied that Ye Zhiwei and Jiang Jianian belonged to different social classes.

A ridiculous class system.

That's ridiculous.

Ye Zhiwei knew that Jiang Jianian was sensitive, but he never said anything. Whenever Ye Zhiwei was involved, he seemed to be even more sensitive, and even the slightest word could be considered an offense.

Jiang Jianian didn't say much. With just one question, Ye Zhiwei had already imagined a lot. She couldn't help but feel angry that Yu Jingchen spoke without thinking and loved to meddle in other people's business. At the same time, she was also a little sad that Jiang Jianian was so sensitive. After a while, she said, "You don't need to care about what others say."

“I’m very sad,” he said again, “even though you told me not to worry about it.”

Ye Zhiwei's feelings became complicated because of Jiang Jianian's words, and she couldn't help but ask, "Then what should we do?"

Is it possible that the debts of brothers should be repaid by brothers? If it's so outrageous to find Yu Jingchen, why don't they just find an opportunity to bully Yu Shishu and get revenge?

Ye Zhiwei's thoughts were a jumbled mess. Jiang Jianian very gently bound Ye Zhiwei's eyes with gauze. Ye Zhiwei instinctively reached out to grab Jiang Jianian, "Jiang Jianian? You—"

"Do you know how to comfort someone who's in a bad mood?" Jiang Jianian covered Ye Zhiwei's eyes. The gauze and the boy's slightly cold hands covered her eyes, making Ye Zhiwei's vision completely black. She felt as if she were trapped in darkness, and in this situation, her other senses seemed to be amplified.

Ye Zhiwei grabbed Jiang Jianian's arm, her tension palpable. She didn't know what Jiang Jianian wanted to do, and could only ask, bewildered, "How do I comfort her?"

The light blue gauze made her skin look even whiter. She seemed very nervous and kept trying to hold onto him. She could have easily pulled his hand away or even torn off the gauze, but she did nothing. Instead, she relied on him wholeheartedly.

She believed everything he said.

Even the way they naively believe it is so adorable.

A drop of water from Jiang Jianian's hair landed on her Adam's apple, causing it to twitch uncontrollably. The water then rolled down her neck, causing a slight itch that went straight to her heart.

He stared at Ye Zhiwei's lips, and finally, unable to resist, he lowered his head and kissed her.