Jiang Qingli froze for a moment at his words.
She belatedly realized this seemed to be the first time Ye Linyuan had ever said something like that.
Even with that deep knife wound on his waist before, Ye Linyuan's attitude had been nonchalant, like it was nothing.
For him to actually admit he was in pain this time, it must be really serious.
A sense of responsibility welled up in Jiang Qingli. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
She cupped his face and took the initiative, her upper body pressing down on his arm as she moved.
The young man beneath her stiffened, like a silent statue.
Several minutes passed. Suddenly, Ye Linyuan grabbed Jiang Qingli's wrist, overpowering her and pinning her down. His fingers dug into her waist, trapping her tightly in his embrace.
At some point, his legs had transformed into a snake tail, which coiled around her with a force so strong it felt like he was trying to merge her into his very body.
