Chapter 69 Mr. Lin, are you injured?
In her sleep, Ye Qingning's clear and flawless face appeared exceptionally calm and serene.
Without her daytime liveliness and playfulness, she exuded an air of mystery that drew people in.
At this moment, Lin Feiyan's curiosity about her grew even stronger.
She is Ye Qingning, yet she doesn't seem to be Ye Qingning.
She has the same appearance as Ye Qingning, but her style of doing things and temperament are completely different. However, she is extremely familiar with the things around Ye Qingning.
He knew her so well that he had no choice but to believe that she was Ye Qingning.
What could possibly cause such a change in a person?
Lin Feiyan frowned slightly and squatted down to look at her.
At this moment, Ye Qingning's dream seemed to suddenly turn terrifying, and a look of fear appeared on her face.
"No," she murmured, "Don't lock me up, no, I'm afraid of thunder, I'm scared..."
Her hands began to wave restlessly, and by sheer coincidence, she scratched Lin Feiyan's cheek. A burning pain shot through him, and Lin Feiyan hissed as he grabbed her hand and pressed it down hard.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as Lin Feiyan's sharp gaze fell upon her face.
At that moment, Ye Qingning stopped struggling, a tear rolled down her cheek and silently disappeared behind her ear and down her neck.
The violence emanating from Lin Feiyan vanished instantly.
His palm still held the woman's slender fingers, each one as white and delicate as jade.
Without any nail polish, her fingertips were a touch of pure white.
Lin Feiyan used one hand to wipe away the tears that were about to overflow from the corner of her eyes. Following the previous tear tracks, his fingers moved to her neck and pinched her chin with his other hand.
"Who exactly are you!" he asked in a deep voice.
His only response was the usual thunder and lightning outside the window.
Seemingly, the nightmare had passed, and Ye Qingning's expression returned to calm as she drifted off to sleep.
Lin Feiyan released her chin and touched her face with his fingertips; the smooth and delicate touch was just as before.
He chuckled softly and released her hand. As he stood up, he noticed the blanket she had kicked up while she was flailing around was now scattered on the floor, and her silk pajama bottoms had slipped down to her knees, revealing her slender and delicate calves.
After a moment of intense staring, Lin Feiyan bent down, picked up the blanket, covered her with it, and then turned and went to the bathroom.
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The wind and rain had stopped by early morning.
When Ye Qingning opened her eyes, she saw warm light shining through the open curtains, which softened her mood.
She stretched and sat up from the sofa, only to find that Lin Feiyan was no longer in the room.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, lost in thought, recalling her dream from last night. Besides dreaming of walking the red carpet, she also seemed to dream of being locked in a dark room when she was a child.
As far as I can remember, she got into a fight and scratched a little boy so badly that his face was covered in bloody welts.
Ye Qingning suddenly laughed. Look at her, so pathetic. If she had had that ruthlessness in her dream, she wouldn't have been bullied like that.
For a moment she heard the sound of the door opening, and then the man in the wheelchair pushed the door open and entered, his noble and aloof aura sweeping over her.
As the wheelchair spun around and came closer, Ye Qingning's gaze remained fixed on him before she noticed a band-aid on his right cheek.
But this did not affect the overall look of his face at all; his refined and handsome features only added to his tough guy aura.
Beneath his striking eyebrows, his deep, dark eyes were even more captivating, seemingly possessing an inexplicable attraction that made one want to leap into that deep pool to find out what lay beneath.
He seemed to have just come from outdoors, his body still damp, but the smell was exceptionally refreshing and pleasant.
Staring at him with those unbridled eyes, Lin Feiyan raised an eyebrow: "Have you seen enough?"
Ye Qingning suddenly came to her senses and subconsciously scratched her head: "Um, Mr. Lin, are you injured?"
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