Qi Yan unconsciously bit his lips repeatedly with his teeth, not even noticing that they were bleeding. He watched the figure getting closer and closer, and then stood in front of him.
Sijiu looked down at him.
He looked like a puppy that had been beaten and abandoned by its owner, with his hands on his knees, his chin resting on the back of his hands, and his head tilted back to look at her.
Those dark eyes were filled with mist, unblinking, as if a single blink would bring down huge tears.
Sijiu sighed, squatted down to his eye level, looked at him and said, "Your mouth is all bitten."
Qi Yan turned a deaf ear to her and just stared at her blankly.
Si Jiu moved, and he instantly grabbed her clothes, as if he thought she was going to leave.
She didn't know how many times she had sighed. She put her finger to his mouth and pushed it to save her lips that were being tortured by his teeth, but he suddenly sucked the tip of her finger.
Sijiu: "..."
Si Jiu frowned, and Qi Yan hurriedly let go of her. Before Si Jiu could speak, he said in a trembling voice, "I was wrong."
"I was wrong, Huanhuan." He changed his hands from grabbing the hem of her clothes to circling her waist, and threw himself on her, burying his head in her shoulders.
"Don't leave me, don't ignore me. I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again."
A warm dampness soaked into her shoulders.
"I was wrong, I was wrong." Qi Yan choked and said, "I was just too jealous. I didn't mean to betray you. I was wrong, please forgive me."
Si Jiu was knocked to the ground by him, and she supported herself with one hand to avoid being crushed by him.
Well, I changed my clothes in vain.
But he cried so pitifully, with one of his hands broken and hanging miserably at his side, it was really hard to be kind to him, and Sijiu was completely out of temper.
She never got angry when dealing with Qi Yan who was crying and acting like a spoiled brat.
Even if he made me very angry, it seemed that all of this would turn into helplessness as he admitted his mistakes and begged for forgiveness and shed tears.
"Your hand..."
As soon as she said that, Qi Yan suddenly looked up, his eyes still red, and he looked at her without blinking with his wet eyes, "Huanhuan, it hurts. My hand hurts..."
As he spoke, he pulled her hand to his face and said in a tone that was both aggrieved and cautious, "This is where it hurts the most."
"It's not even red, how can it hurt more than a dislocated bone?"
"It hurts." Qi Yan lowered his eyes, "It hurts a lot."
"It's good that you know it hurts. Now that you know it hurts, you'll learn your lesson next time." She said it harshly, but her fingers subconsciously stroked his cheek a few times with a soothing look.
"No," he said. "There won't be a next time."
Sijiu poked his forehead and said unhappily, "It's always quickest to admit your mistakes, so you have to correct them."
"I will change it. I will definitely change it."
"Stop rubbing and get up. The ground is so dirty." Sijiu pushed him.
He was a little reluctant, but he would not provoke her at this time, so he took her in his arms and stood up.
"Take your hand back yourself."
Qi Yan's idea, which was about to arise, was immediately suppressed by Si Jiu's words.
"Oh." He responded dejectedly, holding his broken hand and snapping the bones back in place twice.
His eyelashes didn't even twitch, but when Si Jiu turned his head to look at him, he frowned and showed an expression of pain.
Sijiu was too lazy to expose him and pretended not to see it.
Seeing that it didn't work, Qi Yan stopped making trouble and just followed Si Jiu with his head down. It didn't look like he was originally a very arrogant, pretentious and coquettish person.
Speaking of which, his beautiful boy image does give him a lot of advantages. He can act coquettishly, cutely and pitifully more easily than before.
But everything is excessive, and Huanhuan is not a fool.
A little bit is fun, but too much will have the opposite effect.
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