Chapter 1807: Has Sister Qing'er Softened Her Heart?

Ah Yao blinked his eyes and frowned before he could speak. The next second he turned his face to one side and let out a loud "sneeze", making an earth-shattering sneeze.

Qing'er was angry and funny, so she quickly took out a few tissues and handed them to him: "If I ask you to do it again, I will have to come here in the heavy rain. Are you feeling better now? Do you have a cold?"

He silently took the tissue and covered his nose, his eyes became more misty and looked pitiful.

"Sister Qing'er..." He finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "Stay away from me to avoid being infected by me..."

"You got a cold from the cold, and it's not the flu. You can't infect me." Qing'er glared at him, poured a glass of hot water and handed it to him.

Ah Yao took it and drank it all in one go.

"Aren't you in good health? You were very vigorous on the basketball court that day." Qing'er poured another glass of hot water and handed it to him. She couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Who knew it was so useless? Are you sick after being caught in the rain?"

He pursed his lips, raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyes stubborn and aggrieved.

Qing'er couldn't bear such a look, and couldn't help but get angry: "Stop pretending to be pitiful for me! Tell me, did you deliberately get caught in the rain and let me see it, so that I could feel softer?"

"Then...cough cough cough cough..." He was interrupted by a series of coughs just as he started.

"Slow down!" Qing'er subconsciously leaned over and patted his back. He took the opportunity to stretch out an arm from the blanket and hug her, resting his chin on her neck. It took a while to calm down.

"Then...is Sister Qing'er soft-hearted?" His thin lips were close to her ear, his voice was hoarse and his breathing was unstable.

However, the heat brought up by her breath sprayed all over Qing'er's cheeks and ears. Qing'er felt a little uncomfortable, but the boy in her arms was weak, so she couldn't push him away, but she became more and more angry. : "You want to die on your own, why should I be soft-hearted!"

He didn't speak, just sniffed, and he didn't know whether it was because he felt uncomfortable or he was trying to hold back tears.

Qing'er's heart beat wildly: "Ah Yao, you...you won't cry again, will you?"

"No." His voice was muffled, "Sister Qing'er won't feel sorry for me anyway, so what's the use of crying?"

Qing'er almost laughed.

This damn boy...has become arrogant again...

"Okay, then I can't help but feel sorry for you." Qing'er patted his shoulder to express comfort, "You haven't answered me yet, what are you afraid of."

If he was just jealous normally, Qing'er would understand even if he slandered Ling Yunzheng for a few words, but his behavior today was completely beyond her understanding.

This guy's possessiveness is a bit too much...

"...I'm afraid that sister Qing'er will run away with him." His voice became muffled and hoarse.

"Can you have some confidence in me?" Qing'er was dissatisfied.

Is it that easy for her to be abducted by a man?

"Yes...Sister Qing'er never gave me confidence." His voice became hoarse and aggrieved, "Sister Qing'er, do you like me?"

Qing'er suddenly became speechless.

After a while, she felt a little embarrassed and said, "Weren't you very sure before? Why are you asking me now?"

"I want to hear it from Sister Qing'er's own words." The young man let go of her slightly, raised his face, and looked at her, with a bit more urgency and anxiety in his foggy black eyes.