Ling Yin opened his bruised and swollen eyes, drank so water but didn’t close them, lay there holding Hua Hua’s hand, muttering: "Little Chu... don’t go... I won’t say things you don’t like to hear anymore... Little Chu..."
Hua Hua’s arm was gripped painfully by him.
Even though he looked like a pig’s head from the beating, his grip strength was not small at all.
Hua Hua was practically defeated by him, pulling a chair to sit beside him: "I haven’t left, let go of first."
"No!" Ling Yin mumbled: "No, I won’t be a nobody!"
Hua Hua’s eyes beca wet, then she angrily scolded: "Are you out of your mind or what, I’m utterly speechless with you, why take everything so seriously? I thought you were a mature man, turns out you’re no more mature than , just a hotheaded fool pretending all along? And you even went and got into a fight!"
Hua Hua stared at his face, couldn’t bear it, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter: "Do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now? My brother used to scold for being immature, but I think you’re the immature one."
Ling Yin, half awake and half drunk, just stared at Hua Hua, "Don’t leave, okay, Little Chu?"
"Why are you calling Little Chu, such a weird na."
Ling Yin’s head was splitting with pain, he struggled to keep his eyes open: "You are Little Chu, you are Little Chu."
"Alright, alright, really can’t win against you, you’re drunk now, I won’t argue with you, do you want to drink water?"
Ling Yin shook his head, murmuring: "Headache."
"Serves you right, picking fights with others!" Hua Hua huffed: "Where did all your skills go? Bullying the weak, try taking on those six people without getting hurt yourself!"
Ling Yin’s head really hurt, his face too, if not for the alcohol, it would probably hurt more, he slightly turned over, pressing down on Hua Hua’s arm, afraid she’d run off, "I’m not Nightingale or Little Yan, they’re good fighters."
Hua Hua’s arm was pinned down, she glared at him fiercely.
Ling Yin ignored her, unable to hold on, like a wronged child, he sleepily drifted off again.
The whole night, Hua Hua couldn’t free her arm, she was furious but could do nothing with the sleeping Ling Yin, she was as tired as a dog, so she awkwardly leaned on the edge of the bed, resting her head on his arm and fell asleep.
When she woke up in the early morning, the hospital bed was raised, Ling Yin was sitting there eating porridge.
The sll of porridge was faint and inviting, Hua Hua’s eyes were still drowsy, she looked up and saw Ling Yin, her head nearly tilted from sleep, her neck sore, massaging it herself, she said to Ling Yin: "You’re awake?"
Ling Yin didn’t speak for a mont, both of them quietly looked at each other.
Hua Hua then stood up, yawned, stretched her stiff bones, then glared at Ling Yin fiercely, but Ling Yin said: "Are you hungry? Go wash your face in the bathroom, there’s breakfast on the table."
Sobered up, Ling Yin had reverted to the mature and steady elite man again, though with bandages and ointnt on his face, he was calm, not looking to crawl into a hole, his voice a bit hoarse, but in good spirits.
How could he not be in a good mood?
The person he thought had fallen out with him had stayed up all night by his side, her exquisite face the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes in the morning, akin to a dream.
Hua Hua fully woke up, raised her hand and knocked on Ling Yin’s head hard: "You’ve sobered up, huh? Do you even know what a stupid thing you’ve done?"
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