Chapter 1830

When Qing'er returned to the room with the cooked milk, A Yao had already changed into pajamas and lay on the bed. His tightly bandaged right hand was placed on the bedside, and his left hand was holding a mobile phone and making a call.

"No, don't come over now." His tone was somewhat helpless, "I don't want to be disturbed... No, no, Sister Qing'er doesn't want to either... You should pay more attention to Dad and Xiao Mu... I should go to bed, and you should also go to bed early, good night."

He hung up the phone, took a long breath, and shook the phone at Qing'er, "My mother. She said she would come to see us..."

"You didn't tell Aunt Jingtong about your injured hand?" Qing'er sat on the edge of the bed, handed him the milk, and her eyes fell on his injured right hand again.

"Of course I can't tell her, my mother is so noisy, and she can talk about a small injury for two months." A Yao said, and drank the milk obediently. He put down the cup, and saw that Qing'er was still worried and apologetic, and couldn't help laughing, and then raised his right hand, as if he wanted to touch her.

"What are you doing!" Qing'er was furious and grabbed his wrist, "Put it down obediently, don't move!"

"I'm really fine..."

"Shut up! If you don't listen, I'll call Aunt Jingtong!" Qing'er was almost mad at him.

The boy's black eyes seemed to darken a little, his Adam's apple slid, and he spoke in a low voice: "Qing'er, are you very distressed?"

"... Nonsense." Qing'er glared at him.

He laughed, stretched out his left arm and held her in his arms: "I'm very happy."

Qing'er suddenly felt sour in her heart. She put her chin on his shoulder and said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have distrusted you. At night... I was just taking advantage of the situation. As for why..."

"I know." A Yao pressed his thin lips on her cheek, and said seriously, "I shouldn't have put so much pressure on you. I was willing to do it. Don't blame yourself. I will have more patience in the future... I won't be so impulsive and childish."

Qing'er rubbed his hair and smiled: "At your age, it's inevitable to be childish and impulsive... It's okay for you to lose your temper and quarrel with me, but the situation at night will never be allowed to happen again! You can obviously run away, but you have to fight with others. What's wrong with this?"

At the end, Qing'er's tone gradually became harsh.

"They dared to bully you..." When mentioning this, A Yao's tone became cold again.

"Am I so easy to be bullied?" Qing'er interrupted him rudely, "Promise me that you won't fight unless it's necessary!"

A Yao pondered the words "unless it's necessary" in his mind, and readily agreed: "Okay."

Qing'er was satisfied: "Good boy." Then he raised his head and kissed him on the chin.

The boy took a deep breath and lowered his head to grab her lips.

He kissed her fiercely, so he lost control soon. His left hand on her waist tightened. Qing'er opened her eyes wide and pushed him away in time, gasping for breath: "...Don't make trouble, you are injured now..."

He was a little dissatisfied and kissed her forehead again.

Qing'er laughed and pinched his face and said: "Okay, okay, you are good, there will be rewards when you recover."

His eyes lit up: "Yes..."

Qing'er raised her hand to cover his mouth in time, revealing a mysterious smile: "You will know when your wound recovers."

He nodded vigorously, not to mention how well-behaved.

Qing'er just thought it was funny, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, go to sleep."