Chapter 78 ...No, you made my legs numb
When Yanqing came back with Yinzhi, even the corners of his clothes were not dirty.
Therefore, when "Yan Qing" entered the door, he had uncontrollable worry and irritability, and he had the momentum of killing gods when he met them.
Especially Jing Yuan put down the hair dryer, looked at them carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I feel relieved to see that you are all safe and sound."
Hearing this, Yan Qing's worry and irritability became even stronger. "Don't you have anything to say?"
"What?" Jing Yuan asked in confusion, and then hesitated, "Sorry for making you come here for nothing?"
"That's not it!" He angrily took a few steps closer, sniffing carefully with his nose flaring. There was no smell of blood, only the faint smell of milk shower gel. "You even took a shower and changed your clothes!"
"My clothes are dirty." Jing Yuan obviously knew what he was asking, and even turned around to show it, "Look, I have no problem at all."
"I won't listen! You have completely lost your credibility!" "Yan Qing" threw the man directly on the bed and took off his clothes as if to vent his anger.
"Wait!" Jing Yuan's tone revealed a rare hint of panic, "This is not the way to untie it. Be gentle and don't tear it!"
"No, Yinzhi and Potio are here, can you please stop touching me like that?!"
Yinzhi nodded without any concern and said, "It's okay. Brother Yanqing just wants to check if Mr. Jingyuan has any wounds. Such pure and beautiful feelings will not change because of an anxious heart."
Bottiou put it more succinctly: "He loves it, so it's OK if we're not here?"
He simply went to the side to help hold down Jingyuan's arm, and consoled him: "We are both exiled, there is nothing we cannot see."
"Oh, what a fugitive you are." "Yan Qing" sneered, causing the person who was still struggling to freeze instantly.
"No, "Yanqing" please listen to my explanation..."
Seemingly angered by such words, "Yan Qing", who was originally just threatening out of madness, really started to take off his clothes.
Jing Yuan explained at the fastest speed in his life, "It was Poteo who said he wanted to be my partner in exile. We really didn't do anything dangerous that might lead to our exile!"
However, "Yan Qing" turned a deaf ear to him, and skillfully removed his waist belt and took off his outer coat, pulling the corners of his clothes out of the waist belt. Even when he lifted up his shirt, Potio cooperated very well and locked "Jing Yuan"'s hands above his head.
"Jingyuan", whose face was covered by clothes, was completely motionless.
How did things come to this? !
I clearly didn't do anything, so why did it end up like I was playing two-timing and ended up in trouble? !
Is this correct? Can this be right? !
Being too frank with each other made me subconsciously want to pull my hand away to cover it up, or if that doesn't work I could just quietly crawl under the quilt.
However, Portio's mechanical arm was exerting its full strength at this time, and I couldn't pull it out no matter how hard I tried, let alone kick away "Yan Qing" who was pressing down on my legs.
......I can only say that it’s a good thing that "Yanqing" remembered to cover my face, otherwise I would have been twisted into a catworm!
Bah, what a cat and a bug, it’s all Poteo’s fault!
I thought with gritted teeth, but I had to soften my tone and coax, "Look, there's nothing. Can you let me go?"
Suddenly, I felt a chill slowly moving across my abdomen. I subconsciously took a breath, trying to avoid the feeling. Then, with an involuntary shudder, I realized that it was Yanqing's hand.
"Yanqing?" I asked tentatively, but got no response. "Are you okay?"
Still no answer.
I subconsciously wanted to get up, but Potio still didn't let go, and didn't even help me put down my clothes. Let me see "Yan Qing"'s expression!
I struggled hard, raised my voice and spoke again: "Yanqing, speak, don't scare me!"
A drop of cold liquid fell on my body, and then another drop.
Is he...crying?
I stopped and whispered to comfort him, "Don't be afraid. Look, I'm fine, right? I know you want to protect me, but it's not your fault that you're in danger. Going into battle is something that will happen sooner or later. It's not your responsibility. Do you understand, Yanqing?"
"I don't understand, General." "Yan Qing" tried to keep his voice as calm as possible but there was still a hint of crying in his voice.
He put his shirt down and straightened it for me, staring at me with red eyes, and said stubbornly, "I can't understand, because I have seen the surveillance photos in the corridor."
There were corpses all over the ground and bloodstains on the walls. He was even afraid of finding a figure that was even slightly similar to "Jing Yuan" in the stack of photos.
He didn't see "Jingyuan" among the pile of corpses, he only saw "Jingyuan" in the last picture that revealed the winner.
He won, and won beautifully. But "Yan Qing" noticed the cut marks on his abdomen and the pool of blood.
——There should have been a wound here, but now it has healed and is as smooth as new.
Potio seemed to be very displeased with this kind of drama. After letting go, he ran to the window and looked at the lights of the tall buildings outside, as if that was the most charming scenery in the world.
For no reason, I subconsciously thought of what Portio said about his accomplices, and then I thought: Maybe this is why we can't be accomplices.
They care about me too much, and I care about them too much, so I can't bear even the possible pain.
Just like Yan Qing’s current state.
When I was taking a shower, I made sure there were no wounds left on my body, so "Yanqing" definitely didn't find anything, but he still couldn't help but think about what might have happened to me.
I sat up and held Yanqing in my arms, "I understand, I understand everything."
The front of his shirt was soaked with tears, but Yan Qing was just sobbing silently. Every sound that was swallowed as his breathing was interrupted seemed to hit my heart.
In this heavy atmosphere, Yinzhi advised: "Mr. Jingyuan, opening your heart is a manifestation of pure beauty. Praise always brings positive emotional feedback, and brother Yanqing, I just want to see the most real you."
"...I understand." I patted Yanqing's back gently and promised, "I won't send you away next time."
"Yanqing" didn't look up, but just clutched my clothes tightly.
"Okay, then." I sighed and changed the subject, "I will never send you away again."
After half a minute of silence, "Yan Qing" still did not respond.
I had to add, "I won't lie to you again."
Just as I was racking my brains to think of other mistakes, Yan Qing said in a particularly dull tone, "Okay."
He wiped another tear from my arms, then pulled away, "As long as you say it, I will believe it."
"Yeah." I responded with difficulty, my fingers tightly clenching the sheets on my sides, but I still couldn't recover quickly.
"Yan Qing" was particularly keen to notice this and said sternly, "You said you were fine, you lied to me!"
"...No, you made my legs numb."
In the end, it was "Yanqing" who, with a hoarse voice after crying, went to the hound guarding the elevator entrance to ask for another set of clothes for me.
I don’t know if they thought I didn’t like that one or if they misunderstood something, but they directly brought several different ones and put them in the closet, without looking around the whole time, and never once glanced at the bed.
...My clothes are just a little messy, I'm not naked!
However, I couldn't say this out loud. I could only watch them retreat respectfully to the door, salute me without even looking up as I sat on the edge of the bed, then considerately close the door and leave.
After the door was closed, "Yan Qing" immediately picked up a set of clothes and looked at me eagerly, "Why don't you try this?"
Generally speaking, I would agree to it softly at this time.
but! This treasure of his is basically sexy pajamas!
I closed my eyes, pretending that I had just taken a nap and didn't hear what was said. Then I dug out a piece of clothing that was exactly the same as the one I was wearing from the pile of normal clothes.
"Jing Yuanyuan~" "Yan Qing" deliberately held it up, but because he had just cried, it looked out of place, but he still did not give up and continued to hold it up, "Really can't I wear it and see?"
"Don't even think about it!" I slammed the bathroom door, kicked the bloodstained old clothes on the floor into the corner, and then changed into new clothes, and changed the sachet as well.
Logically speaking, I can go out now, but...
I held the door handle but didn't open it.
I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted as to agree to "Yan Qing". After all, no matter how you think about it, it is more cruel to let "Yan Qing" witness the process of his own death with his own eyes.
What if, confess? Give "Yan Qing" some psychological preparation, let "Yan Qing" know the fact that he had died, let "Yan Qing" understand his state after resurrection...
But if "Yan Qing" knows it, it means "Dan Heng" and "Ren" will also know it.
Rather than them worrying about me, I am more afraid that they will not care about their physical condition after knowing it.
Is resurrection a gift from fate? What is the price of this gift?
Until these are clarified, I must continue to conceal it and not let them abuse it.
"General—" Yan Qing suddenly shouted in a long voice, "Have you been teleported to the space station?"
If Yan Qing had not been able to vaguely see a blurry figure through the frosted glass, he might have really thought so.
But "Jingyuan" had been standing at the door motionless for more than two minutes. This was even more terrifying than being teleported away while sitting on the toilet!
"Yan Qing" was even prepared to break into the door, but just as he raised his leg to kick it, the door was opened.
Jing Yuan, who had already changed his clothes, stared at him quietly, "Why, do you still want to take a bath together?"
"Is it really possible?" "Yanqing" blinked, took a step forward, and was pushed out by "Jingyuan" again.
"Of course not." Jing Yuan answered calmly.
"What a pity." "Yan Qing" sighed softly, imitating his previous behavior, and asked unexpectedly as if chatting, "What were you thinking about when you were standing at the door just now?"
The playfulness in his amber eyes disappeared, leaving only silence, "Just a friendly reminder, you just said you wouldn't lie to me."
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