Rong Yan had already rushed up to Qin Ye's face.
"You came out?"
Her tone sounded very unpleasant.
Qin Ye: ...
With such a commotion outside, could he still call himself a man if he just lay there?
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
Rong Yan glared at him, "I'm fine, but you're the one with problems now. Why did you run out here? Do you think your injuries aren't severe enough, or that your legs will heal too well, or maybe that your ribs were set too perfectly?"
Qin Ye looked at her intently, "I was just too worried about you..."
Rong Yan continued to glare, "You're worried about me? So are you about to go and fight someone now?"
Qin Ye spoke softly, "Don't be angry, it's my fault. I was just really uneasy. From now on, I'll listen to you."
His voice was already pleasant to hear, and now, lowering his stance purposefully, it worked quite well on Rong Yan.
Most importantly, this man was good-looking. His vulnerable demeanor really triggered something scarce in her.
