Jian Ning: “………”
Qiao Yu became even more heartbroken: “You have nothing to say now, Ge Hao. You actually didn’t fall, and your waist and back aren’t injured. You just……” Qiao Yu choked up: “You just don’t want me to get too close to you, you want me to stay far away from you, right?”
“……..You’re overthinking it.” Jian Ning admired him, truly. A grown man who could cry at the drop of a hat, without any buffer, “Okay, stop crying. I really am injured, I’m not lying to you.”
Qiao Yu stopped crying, looking at her with watery eyes, half-believing and half-doubting: “Really?”
Jian Ning nodded firmly.
In any case, whether she had fallen or not, her waist and back were uncomfortable now and couldn’t be pressed. Qiao Yu wasn’t a doctor, so if he insisted on saying so, she couldn’t prove otherwise.
Qiao Yu pouted: “But……you won’t even let me touch you!”
Jian Ning: “……….”
Seeing her go silent again, Qiao Yu’s eyes welled up, and tears started falling like a faucet had been turned on.
Jian Ning pinched the bridge of her nose, not knowing what to say to him.
Exhausted, totally done.
“Fine, go ahead and touch.” Jian Ning collapsed onto the bed listlessly, threatening: “Warning you, my waist hurts. You better remove your hand after just one touch. If you dare to touch randomly and hurt me, we’re not done!”
Qiao Yu responded with an “Mm”, immediately stopped crying, sniffled, nervously clenched his fist, and lifted her clothing’s hem slightly, sliding his hand inside.
Jian Ning’s back stiffened instantly, straightening up.
Midway through touching, Qiao Yu’s gaze suddenly wavered. When he realized what he was doing, his hand suddenly stopped.
Jian Ning had already gotten up early and gone out for a run before coming back.
She wiped her sweat as she walked in and asked casually, “I’ll go to the film set after breakfast and probably won’t be back until dark. Do you want me to leave a note for my alternate personality?”
Qiao Yu’s face immediately darkened: “No need.”
Fine, no need then, saving her the trouble.
Jian Ning shrugged her shoulders, passed by Qiao Yu, and went upstairs to change.
Breakfast was still made by Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu was truly despising himself while cooking.
