Chapter 401: She Got Hit on the Head with a Stick

Yaen Chi hurriedly turned his back.

Nan Jiaojiao looked down to check herself—the bathrobe was long, covering her ankles.

She was fully covered, just the style was somewhat inappropriate.

Nan Jiaojiao originally wanted to tell Yaen Chi to close the door so she could change clothes first, but she caught a glimpse that Yaen Chi seemed to be holding someone in his arms.

“What happened?”

“It’s Ye Wanting, something happened, I’ll put her here with you for now.”

Just as Nan Jiaojiao was about to respond, Yaen Chi added, “Jiaojiao, you go inside and change clothes first.

I’ll wait.”

Ye Wanting was unconscious, and Nan Jiaojiao was a bit anxious, “It’s okay, hand her over to me, let me see what’s wrong with her.”

“No, no, change your clothes first.

I swear I didn’t see anything just now, but I’m afraid Brother Yan will have my head.

Please, have mercy on me.”

Yaen Chi was holding someone in his arms, yet his back was still so straight.

Probably too worried about appearances, scared stiff.

“Then wait for me a moment.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t dawdle with him, closed the door, changed her clothes, and also told Chu Yao and Lu Zhenzhen to dress as they had visitors.

Afterwards, she hurried to open the door, and Yaen Chi was still facing away.

“Alright, hand her over to me.”

Yaen Chi turned around, glanced tentatively, and seeing Nan Jiaojiao properly dressed, he sighed with relief.

As he was about to hand over Ye Wanting, considering that Nan Jiaojiao was a girl with less strength, he worried she might not handle the weight and could hurt herself.

He said, “I’ll carry her in, just point me to the sofa.”

Nan Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment, “Okay, come in, you don’t need to change shoes.”

Yaen Chi walked in; he didn’t change shoes, but he took them off, entering with just his socks on.

He had just knocked on the door upstairs, and after a long time with no answer, he had called Bo Yanching and learned that Nan Jiaojiao was at Chu Yao’s place.

He dared not to provoke Chu Yao either, that girl’s obsession with cleanliness was severe; even a few footprints might lead to a terrible situation.

“I’ll leave her here for now, she was hit on the head, but I managed to stop the bleeding.”

He went out again, bringing in the stuff left at the door, “She seemed to have been coming here to find you.

Brought you some gifts, I brought them all in as well.

I need to leave for a bit, tell her to call me when she wakes up.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows.

Since when were these two so familiar?

Clearly, this wasn’t the time to ask questions.

Nan Jiaojiao fetched the medical kit, as Yaen Chi was just at the door, putting on his shoes.

“Who came?”

Lu Zhenzhen came out, her bathrobe draped over her but not tied, the three inner flaps subtly visible.

Her hands hung by her sides, and as she walked, the wind occasionally lifted one side of her robe, hanging it on her finger.

Yaen Chi wished he could gouge out his own eyes and hurriedly turned his head, only to slam hard into the shoe cabinet with a “bang.”

“Heh.”

After a brief pause, Lu Zhenzhen caught on and leisurely tied up her robe, walking barefoot over.

“Did you see?”

Yaen Chi’s nose bled from the impact, and he hurriedly grabbed two tissues to press against it.

“Miss Lu, please don’t tease, I didn’t see anything.”

Lu Zhenzhen leisurely leaned against the shoe cabinet, arm bent, flicking her hair, “I know you saw, but it’s okay, just take responsibility for it.”

“Responsible—”

Yaen Chi choked on his own saliva, his face as white as a ghost.

“You’re joking with me, Gao Zhe would tear me apart.”