He turned to leave, only to feel his clothes being gently tugged.
He wore a black t-shirt that outlined his body, like a majestic and well-formed peak.
Turning his head, his brows were fierce.
"What?!" His temper was close to breaking.
Shen Yue was not intimidated by his ferocity; instead, she smiled at him.
Sang Fan furrowed his brow slightly, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly dropped a few degrees, as if he found it very speechless and displeased.
The air hung still. Bathed in the scorching golden light, the pale-skinned girl was like white jade. Her dimples were shallow, and her voice was soft and gentle, "Are you leaving?"
The man appeared impatient. He sneered, "What else?"
Shen Yue nodded and let go.
Sang Fan merely frowned and left without looking back.
After he left, Shen Yue buried her head and couldn't hold back anymore, bursting into tears.
Her nose hurt so much.
Shen Yue almost felt her nose bridge was broken, but with the man beside her, she was too embarrassed to cry. After he left, the physiological tears could no longer be held back.
It hurt so much...
As Shen Yue was secretly wiping her tears, a shadow suddenly loomed over her.
"Why are you still squatting here?"
Sang Fan's tone was displeased. When Shen Yue looked up, his expression froze on his face.
The girl's red-rimmed eyes were filled with tears. Drop by drop, crystal tears rolled down her pale cheeks, making her look pitiable, as if she had been severely bullied.
"Why are you crying?"
Shen Yue blinked, looking at the man who had returned. She wanted to say it was nothing, just that her nose was a little sore and it would get better with time.
But in the next second, his voice weakened, carrying a hint of panicked unease.
"Were you scared?"
"Don't cry..."
He squatted down. Sang Fan didn't know how to comfort people. In his life, he had only scolded people, never comforted them.
His voice softened, but his young, handsome face was taut, his eyes dark.
He raised his hand, then put it down.
Finally, he just rubbed his fingertips in frustration, his brow becoming increasingly overcast.
Seeing Shen Yue still crying silently, he suddenly stood up and paced back and forth agitatedly like a trapped beast. He glared at passing dogs, which then scurried away with their tails tucked between their legs.
Later, her face was suddenly grabbed. The man's warmth enveloped her, his palm feeling like a hot brand.
Almost instinctively, Shen Yue wanted to pull away, but was forced back. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he exuded an air of impatience. His tone was particularly vexed.
"You're just too delicate. I wasn't scared into crying by you, yet you started crying first."
However, his gesture of wiping her tears was surprisingly gentle, very light and careful, and lingering.
Shen Yue's nose felt a little better. Her face was very pale, and her nose was red. She earnestly explained, "It's not from being scared, it's from bumping into something."
Clearly, Sang Fan hadn't expected his good intentions to be questioned. His face turned ashen. "You're blaming me?"
Though he said that, he leaned in again, and couldn't help but ask,
"Does your nose still hurt?"
Shen Yue stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and looked down at Sang Fan, who was still squatting on the ground.
"No."
Sang Fan also stood up. He looked at Shen Yue several times before his gaze fell on the bag of medicine in her hand, and he asked casually,
"What medicine is that in your hand?"
Shen Yue instinctively hid the medicine behind her. Her raven-black hair fell before her chest. She blinked her eyes, lying innocently.
"It's just, cold medicine."
Sang Fan didn't doubt her. He merely lingered on her excessively pale face for a few more seconds, his brow furrowed.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.
It was just noon. To repay his life-saving kindness, Shen Yue had specifically invited the man to lunch.
Sang Fan was different from how he had been at the hospital. When they first met at the hospital, Sang Fan had seemed strange; that was a more subtle way of putting it. To be more precise, he had been like a lunatic.
Now, although Sang Fan's tone was fierce and his attitude unpleasant, he was at least acting normally.
There was a mala tang restaurant nearby. Shen Yue rarely ate it, but this meal was to be centered around Sang Fan's preferences, so she asked him first.
Sang Fan rarely ate mala tang. As an athlete, his meals were specially prepared by a nutritionist. But under the girl's expectant gaze, he inexplicably agreed.
The restaurant was very crowded at noon. Shen Yue, with her sharp eyes, spotted a table and quickly secured it.
After ordering their food, the two of them sat down.
The restaurant had air conditioning, but it was still a bit warm. Shen Yue took off her light blue jacket.
Sang Fan instinctively looked up at the sound and saw the girl wearing a plain white, round-neck t-shirt. It was loose-fitting, and from the neckline, he could even see the shape of her ribs beneath a thin layer of skin.
She was so thin.
How could she be so thin?
When the mala tang was served, Sang Fan got his answer.
Shen Yue's portion of mala tang was vegetarian and bland, without a speck of meat, just clear broth. It looked unappetizing.
Judging by the clothes the girl wore, they were from niche brands, yet they were expensive, costing tens of thousands of yuan to buy. This indicated that the girl came from a wealthy family.
However, the girl's eyes were bright as she stared at the mala tang, as if it were some exquisite delicacy. She eagerly tasted it, making one's appetite improve just by watching.
Sang Fan took a few bites. The taste was mediocre, but the girl ate with such relish that he found himself eating more.
Shen Yue ate slowly, chewing each bite carefully, her movements elegant.
Sang Fan ate like a whirlwind, finishing his meal in no time.
By the time Shen Yue had eaten half of hers, Sang Fan was already done.
She looked at Sang Fan, her dark, moist eyes beautiful and clear, her pale skin somewhat translucent. "You're already full?"
Sang Fan nodded. His gaze briefly lingered on the oil stain at the corner of her mouth. He rubbed it with his fingertip, his throat dry.
The urge to smoke had kicked in.
Shen Yue pursed her lips and continued eating.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and placed it in his mouth. The lighter clicked, and smoke billowed out.
Shen Yue smelled the smoke, her brow subtly flicking.
The man lowered his eyes, oblivious, puffing away. The white and grey smoke obscured the restless darkness in his eyes.
Shen Yue wrinkled her nose and couldn't help but sneeze.
Sang Fan held the cigarette between his fingers, his dark, deep eyes looking over. His voice was hoarse, emitting a low, sexy sound, "Hmm?"
Shen Yue was about to speak, but the strong smell of smoke was too much for her nose, and she sneezed again.