Chapter 50 What Should I Do With You

Yan Ning was also confused. He shook his head in distress.

"Let me do it. Men and women should not touch each other. Tell me how to wipe it and what I need to pay attention to."

Qi Yu shook her head: "Just wipe it normally."

Then he asked Yan Ning, "Ning Ning, what's wrong with you today? It's just applying some medicine. Why don't you let your brother do it?"

Yan Ning felt the man's warm palm kneading his ankle back and forth, and pulled his other foot back.

He felt very upset. In fact, he didn't know why. He was very reluctant to have physical contact with his brother and was a little scared. He didn't even remember being rescued by his brother.

As far back as he could remember, he had already been in this small courtyard.

Yan Ning's eyes were dazed: "I just don't want to, Sister Qi Yu, can you please not ask?"

Qi Yu nodded to show his understanding: "Okay, I won't get involved in your affairs.

But, my dear, are you ready to follow our Ningning like this? His brother won't let you stay."

Xie Jingyu placed the foot that had been rubbed with medicinal wine on the bed to dry, and then he took a handkerchief and wiped his fingers carefully, his movements were indescribably dignified.

He said slowly, "He will let me stay overnight."

Qi Yu felt that this man was a little too confident. He had been working at Yan's pharmacy for nearly two years, but Yan Zijie had never agreed to let him stay in his house for a long time, let alone stay overnight.

This guy just came here today and made such a boast, I'm afraid he will be slapped in the face,

Qi Yu slipped away before lunch. She didn't want to be scolded by Yan Zijie.

Yan Ning looked at the person sitting in his room reading a book leisurely. He reminded tentatively: "Aren't you...going home?"

Xie Jingyu didn't pay attention to his words, he turned another page and said calmly, "I'll take care of you."

Yan Ning thought that he had not said it clearly enough, so he hinted to him: "I am much better now, you should go home soon!"

Xie Jingyu put down the book, stared at his white and round toes and said, "How come he got better when he couldn't even get out of bed?"

Yan Ning finally understood that the man had no intention of leaving at all, and he hummed angrily.

"You should go home soon. I won't keep you here."

The man walked in front of Yan Ning. His tall body was very oppressive. He leaned close to him and said, "Ning Ning doesn't want to stay, or your brother won't let you."

Yan Ning shrank back and moved closer to the bed, unwilling to look into his eyes.

"I...I don't want to do this, please go back."

Xie Jingyu propped himself up on the bed with both hands, smiling slyly and dangerously: "Bad boy who says one thing and means another,"

"No, you can't stay here," Yan Ning tilted his head to avoid his burning gaze.

The man pressed his lips against his ear and rubbed it carefully, and the hot air sprayed lingered on Yan Ning's neck.

"Can't I stay here? Aren't we friends?"

Yan Ning was frightened by the strange emotions in his body and began to sob.

"Well... don't push me anymore, my brother's face was scratched trying to save me..."

Xie Jingyu woke up as if from a dream. What was he doing? The person in front of him at this moment is not Wei Qingcheng who was raised with love, nor is he his wife who was always close to him.

He has no memories of these.

He was just Yan Ning who had been imprisoned in the Sifang Courtyard for three years.

Here he only has his mother and brother. Family affection is the only and most important thing to him.

I cruelly put him on the fire of friendship and family affection to burn his immature consciousness, hoping to use these to coerce him and get close to him. What is the difference between me and Yan Zijie?

Xie Jingyu watched the crystal tears of the person under him flow down his smooth and delicate cheeks to his ears, falling on his smooth black hair, half falling. The eyes that used to look at him affectionately were now filled with fear and helplessness.

He stiffly raised his body and stepped away from the bed. He was too impatient. He lost his sense of proportion because of Yan Zijie's desire to control Yan Ning and hurt his beloved.

The man stood by the bed and waited for him to stop crying. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

I'm sorry, I can't wipe your tears this time.

Then the man walked out of the door in a daze.

Yan Ning stared at the door blankly. Will he come? Is he angry?

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In the days that followed,

Although Yan Zijie didn't say anything about this matter, he watched Yan Ning even more strictly. Now he was only allowed to stay in the house and was not allowed to stay in the yard.

Yan Ning was very confused. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know why his brother treated him like this. He felt guilty for making his family worried during that trip.

He felt as if someone had pushed his head into a water tank, or as if someone had grabbed his throat, and every breath became painful.

Sister Qi Yu hasn't been here for a long time.

He...never came again...

Yes, who would want a friend as bad as him?

He can't be a good brother, and he can't be a good friend. What else can he do?

Yan Ning opened the window, closed his eyes and felt the wind blowing into the house with the sound of birds singing.

He murmured, "So free, can I be like them?"

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then excitedly rushed to the bed and pulled down the bed curtains with all his strength.

Humming an unknown ballad happily, twisting the bed curtains into long strips while humming.

The singing became more and more melodious. Yan Ning laughed loudly and threw the twisted bed curtains to the beams. He happily moved the small stool and kicked off his boots.

"Yan Ning!"

The man jumped in from the window. Sweat was pouring down his forehead. He didn't dare to move rashly. He just stood there trembling all over, with tears covering his entire face.

Yan Ning ran over barefoot with an innocent smile on his face.

"You finally came to me, can we still be friends?"

Xie Jingyu could no longer control his thoughts, he stepped forward and hugged Yan Ning tightly.

"A Ning, we have always been friends, I have always been here,"

Yan Ning patted his back and asked in confusion: "You have been here all the time, so why didn't you come to see me? Did I make you sad that day? I'm sorry."

The man felt as if his heart was about to break in two. The intense pain made it impossible for him to breathe.

He stroked Yan Ning's waist-length hair lovingly and said with a choked voice: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone."

"Then I forgive you. Please stop crying," Yan Ning was still patting Xie Jingyu's back mechanically.

He was wrong, extremely wrong. In this situation, Yan Ning wished that someone could talk to him, play with him, and listen to him.

But what are you doing? She thought she could protect him by staying away from him, but she pushed Yan Ning into another abyss.

Aning, what should I do with you?

How should I love you?

The two of them just hugged each other in front of the window, quietly...