Ninety The Love Buried by Time (Ninety)

She couldn't help but quicken her pace. Yu Zeyao followed behind her, and seeing her walking faster and faster, he was even more worried, thinking that she had been hit hard.

"Jingyu, stop!"

Jingyu didn't listen to him, nor did he respond.

He lost his patience. The man had long legs, and it was quite easy for him to catch up with her by taking several steps at a time. He caught her on the stairs. He grabbed her shoulders and said helplessly and angrily: "Why do you walk faster the more I ask you to stop?"

Jingyu refused to turn around or speak, and just silently pried his hands apart. How could Yu Zeyao let her push him away? He grabbed her two slender arms with both hands, and with a little force, he turned her whole body over.

It would have been better if he didn't look at it. When he looked at it, his breathing tightened.

At this moment, her beautiful face was full of tears, and she cried very hard. Her gloomy appearance made him feel distressed.

Yu Zeyao had never seen her like this before. When Jingrong was kidnapped, he didn't see her crying like this. Her heart tightened for a moment, and her breathing became much heavier. Facing so many of his tears, for a moment, he actually felt at a loss.

In the end, he held her head with one hand and pressed her into his arms. Then, he slowly took her hand down from under her nose with his free hand, "Let me see."

Even her voice was extremely gentle.

Jing Yu bit her lips hard, and her hands grabbed his shirt, and pulled it tighter. She could smell the scent on him, which was still the faint masculine fresh scent, not the fragrance from other women.

Yu Zeyao didn't know how she was thinking at the moment, so he just sighed and gently stroked her nose, "Zhuang Yan was too careless, and it was bruised."

His eyes fell on her tightly clenched fingers, "Cry if you want to cry, don't hold it in."

As soon as these words came out, Jing Yu suddenly buried her face in his chest and really cried. However, when she cried, she just shed tears quietly, holding back, without even sobbing.

However, Yu Zeyao felt so distressed.

He made her cry as soon as he came back. I'm afraid that she would feel more relaxed during the days when he was not at home.

She couldn't stop crying. It seemed that she was really hurt this time. Yu Zeyao had to pick her up and prepared to go to his room. Jingyu seemed to be stabbed by something, and her body stiffened. He whispered: "Put me down."

Because he had cried, his nasal tone was very heavy.

"Don't cry anymore?"

Jingyu repeated: "Put me down, I'll go back to my room to sleep."

So that's it.

Yu Zeyao's expression became more serious, and his thin lips tightened. He didn't see her for several days, and he really missed her. Even if he didn't do anything with her, he wanted to hug her and sleep with her.

But, it was obvious that she didn't have the same idea as him. She was not a person who would be reserved and hypocritical. If she really wanted to, she would not reject him like this.

Yu Zeyao turned around and carried her into her room. He said nothing, didn't look at her again, and turned around and went out.

Jingyu cried so badly that she even scared herself. Her nose was about to run, and she took a tissue to blow her nose, but as soon as she touched her nose, she was in so much pain that tears were about to fall.

She stood in the bathroom and looked at herself with red eyes, secretly cursing herself for being so useless. It was just a bump on the nose, it was really not necessary to cry so miserably. But, was it really just because of this bump on the nose? She knew in her heart that it was not the case.

While she was thinking about it, there was a noise outside. The door was pushed open, and she heard his footsteps outside. Jingyu took a piece of paper to wipe off the wetness on his eyelashes, and just as he was about to go out, he had already reached the bathroom door. There was an ice pack in his hand, "Apply it first."

Jingyu took it and whispered, "Thank you."

Her voice was still nasal, and she sounded extremely aggrieved.

"Zhuangyan asked me to apologize to you again." Yu Zeyao held some ointment in his hand.

Jing Yu pursed her lips, pressed the ice pack against her nose, and just looked down at the small carpet on the floor at the door without saying anything. The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time. The atmosphere in the room became a little low. Finally, Jing Yu said, "It's so late, aren't you sleepy?"

Why are you sleepy?

He was frightened awake by her tears.

"Can you sleep after being hit like this?" He asked her back.

Jing Yu shook his head.

Yu Zeyao pointed to the bed, "Go up and lie down, I'll apply some bruise removal medicine to you later. If it still hurts a lot tomorrow, go to the hospital for an X-ray."

"No, it's not that serious."

"It's not that serious, why are you crying like that?" Yu Zeyao looked at her, "When Jing Rong got into trouble, he didn't cry like you today."

His words seemed to hit Jing Yu somewhere. She stopped talking, and didn't get on the bed, but sat down on the sofa with the ice pack. Bend your knees and rest your chin on your knees.

Seeing Yu Zeyao coming over, she whispered, "Go to sleep, leave the medicine here, I can apply it myself."

Yu Zeyao's hand holding the medicine tightened a little. She had been trying to drive him away, but he always wanted to stay with her for a while, and then stay for a while. Obviously, their minds were not balanced.

Feeling boring, and really a little tired - the tiredness from deep in his heart swept him, he didn't stay any longer, put down the medicine, turned around and went out.

Jing Yu had been sitting there stiffly, pressing the ice pack on his nose, his hands were frozen red. Until the sound of the door was closed, she turned around and looked at the closed door. As if powerless, she put down the ice pack and lay down on the sofa without any energy.

Yu Zeyao finished taking a shower and lay on the bed. It's already four o'clock in the morning, but I'm not sleepy at all. Through the window, I glanced into the next room. The curtains on her window were tightly closed tonight, not letting out a trace of light, and she didn't know if she was asleep at the moment.

He frowned, thinking that he would have to tell her to completely change the curtains in her room tomorrow. Being too opaque is not a good thing.

After a long time, she got up and walked towards her room wearing slippers and gray pajamas. Tonight, she didn't even lock the door. No need to bring a key, go in smoothly. The light inside was still bright, and there was no sign of her on the bed. He looked over to the sofa and saw her lying on the sofa asleep.

Her long hair was spread out, the back of her head was pillowed on the armrest of the sofa, she slept uncomfortably, and her eyebrows were wrinkled. He was dressed so thinly and had nothing to cover him, so he was definitely going to catch a cold.

Yu Zeyao was very suspicious that she was at home alone these days and she didn't know how to take care of herself.

He stepped over and easily picked her up from the sofa. Being moved, she was half asleep, her eyelashes fluttered, and she half-opened her eyes. The light in the room was too bright. She felt uncomfortable and covered her eyes with her hands. He accidentally touched his nose and made a 'squeak' sound in pain. Yu Zeyao sighed: "Be careful."

It looked like he was really seriously injured tonight.