Chapter 1883: Taking a Fall

I can’t even tell where the pain starts.

The pretty boy was lying on the ground, grimacing and gasping for half the day, filling his mouth with cold wind. He felt not only his body ache but also his brain was throbbing unbearably.

He didn’t dare to close his eyes, fearing he’d just pass out like that.

It took him quite a while to recover, slowly standing up, not knowing whether to support his butt or his back with his two hands, as everywhere hurt.

“It wasn’t necessary, right? All I did was retaliate a little, and you threw me down so hard!”

Yaen Chi tied a knot with the bandage and glanced at him, “Try being cheeky again.”

“Don’t… I wouldn’t dare anymore, I wouldn’t dare.”

The pretty boy hobbled over, trying to sit next to Yaen Chi, but when Yaen Chi raised his hand, the boy thought he was going to get hit, his butt reflexively popped him up nearly flying out. He instinctively dodged to the side, only to see Yaen Chi was just putting the medicine back in the box, not intending to hit him, so he shuffled his butt back to sit.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting hit? Still coming over?”

The pretty boy choked on his own air, standing his ground despite it, “Getting hit is better than being alone, out here in the wilderness, I’m scared.”

Yaen Chi snorted coldly.

The flashlight’s beam was turned off, silent for a while, the pretty boy shivered hugging himself, “You’re really not starting a fire?”

Yaen Chi: “You want to gather wood?”

“I’m weak…”

“Then stay put.”

Yaen Chi didn’t seem to want to move either. He took off his jacket, walked under a nearby tree, sat down leaning against the trunk, covered himself with his jacket, leaned his head on the tree. Was he going to sleep?

The pretty boy shuffled over, “You’re going to sleep? Just like that?”

Yaen Chi glanced at the car.

The pretty boy followed his gaze, turning his head back and forth, “It’s fine, she’s lying in the back seat, and I can sit up front with you, each with a place.”

Yaen Chi said: “Cramped.”

“Cramped is still better than catching cold wind outside.”

Yaen Chi closed his eyes, too lazy to talk to him.

The pretty boy was disappointed, hugging his knees, shuffling closer to look at Yaen Chi, his words turned over a few times in his mouth, and by the time he wanted to speak, Yaen Chi’s breathing had stabilized.

He could only sigh, “I really can’t tell who suffers more, you or me. I picked you up in the desert, you torture me daily, yet you managed to save me twice too, wandering with me everywhere. Why bother?”

Yaen Chi had a chance to escape, he knew.

The road where the tanker charged out happened to be a fork, Yaen Chi’s car was behind, he originally planned a different route, it wasn’t surprising the pretty boy was suspicious. When Yaen Chi wasn’t paying attention, he leaned on that car’s window to peek at the navigation inside.

The manor was attacked, such a big commotion, gathering people and sending people away, how could Yaen Chi not know.

He didn’t show up at that time, later drove a car out, keeping a distance, which the pretty boy saw, and when the tanker appeared, Yaen Chi’s car accelerated, swerving his vehicle away just before a collision.

Tsk.

How unlucky, ended up full of injuries again.

No one responded to his words, the pretty boy looked at Yaen Chi, returned to the car and retrieved a thin blanket, wanting to give it to Yaen Chi, biting his lip, he didn’t even open the car door but shifted to the back, covering the woman with the thin blanket.

This night shouldn’t have been slept too deeply, but was too exhausted, and woke up when it was already bright.

The pretty boy raised the reclined seat, rubbed his eyes, squinted outside to see Yaen Chi standing at the car hood.

The pretty boy opened the door to get off, “Up so early?”

Yaen Chi turned his head to look at him, “Do you recognize the people your dad knows?”

“What?”

Yaen Chi gestured for him to look ahead.