"Stay away from me, don't touch me, don't come near me, can't you understand human language?"
The words were spoken.
A flowerpot suddenly fell from a great height, heading straight towards Shen Zhiyi!
Lu Yanzhuo's pupils suddenly contracted.
He pulled her close, hugged her tightly, spun around, and shielded her head.
Snap!
The bottom of the flowerpot shattered violently!
The flying porcelain shards grazed Lu Yanzhuo's right shoulder, lower back, and calf before hitting the ground with a sharp, crisp sound.
Shen Zhiyi clutched the hem of his clothes and lifted her head from his embrace.
Innocent, bewildered eyes.
It was as if he was demonstrating how absurd what he had just said was.
Lu Yanzhuo silently released her.
His gaze swept over her entire body from top to bottom, and only after confirming that she was not injured did he coldly push her aside and walk forward.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Shen Zhiyi asked, following behind him. "You're bleeding."
Lu Yanzhuo looked at the wounds on his body.
For him, it wasn't even a wound.
"I told you not to follow me."
"I'm going back to the neighborhood too," Shen Zhiyi said, following closely behind.
Lu Yanzhuo turned to look at her, his whole aura was cold and gloomy, and even his eyebrows and eyes were full of ferocity.
Shen Zhiyi was indeed frightened by him.
Looking at her slightly timid appearance, Lu Yanzhuo immediately felt a desire to protect her, but at the same time, he felt a sense of self-mockery.
She's good.
He should have lived his whole life in pain and guilt, in endless self-torture.
Where is the right to touch happiness?
Not to mention that once he falls ill, he will only bring her endless trouble.
He might even hurt her unintentionally.
He turned around with a cold face.
The two arrived at their doorstep one after the other.
Lu Yanzhuo was about to open the door.
"Ouch!" Shen Zhiyi suddenly exclaimed.
Her cry of pain acted like a switch, triggering him to turn around reflexively.
"It hurts." Shen Zhiyi frowned, looking at her calf. "It looks like I got a cut..."
"Why didn't you say so when you were in the hospital?" Lu Yanzhuo's voice was stern.
He walked up to her, squatted down, and asked, "Where are you hurt?"
Shen Zhiyi pulled her leg back, preventing him from seeing.
"I don't have a first-aid kit at home."
"I remember you have some at home, could I borrow it to apply?"
Lu Yanzhuo looked up and bumped into a wrinkled, aggrieved, and tearful face.
My heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Can you leave?" he asked coldly.
Shen Zhiyi shook her head.
Lu Yanzhuo's face darkened, and he picked her up in his arms, saying, "Let's leave as soon as you've applied the medicine."
"Mmm." Shen Zhiyi leaned against his chest and said with a smile.
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