As soon as he shouted, his heart tightened, and he thought to himself, "Oh no."
Will this be misunderstood?
But there was no time to worry about that now. Pushing aside the people in front of him, he lunged forward with all his might.
"Better to die than for myself, my friend," the male protagonist apologizes.
But don't worry, I definitely won't stop you from having a romantic relationship with the male lead. I'll just steal a melodramatic plot point and leave.
At the last second, Luo Miao successfully grabbed Wen Ran's arm and pulled him hard, switching places with him.
He casually snatched the soy milk from his hand, and with a seemingly uncontrollable force, it spilled out of his own hand.
'slap'
It successfully hit Zong Yujin's white sneakers.
The pure white color was instantly stained into a beige.
The screaming and noisy scene seemed to have been paused, and the sound of the wind could be heard in the silence.
There wasn't even time to gasp for breath.
'Thump!'
'Ouch, that hurts!'
Luo Miao was pinned to the ground, becoming the protagonist's cushion, and couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Her beautiful phoenix eyes welled up with saline solution from the pain.
Her fair face was now pale and weak, looking particularly fragile.
Zong Yujin felt a sudden unease. He quickly pushed the person off Luo Miao, picked her up, and placed her on the hood of the car, his expression anxious. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
He touched Luo Ling's body all over without even realizing it.
Luo Miao was so engrossed in the pain that she didn't react.
He groaned, "My elbow hurts so much."
He moved too hastily and didn't have time to control himself, so when he fell, he used his elbow to cushion the impact to avoid injuring his head.
But there was one thing he never expected.
Damn, the protagonist is so heavy!
He looks frail and thin, like a bamboo pole.
He refused.
Seeing the constantly changing expressions on his face, Zong Yujin's worry turned into helplessness.
She couldn't help but pinch his cheek. "You're still so energetic even when you're in pain. I think you haven't learned your lesson at all."
It makes me angry just thinking about it.
If others are going to fall, then fall; why is he blindly trying to save them?
With so many people, wouldn't others help?
With his skinny arms and legs, he tried to save people; now he's hurt himself.
"Don't do that again, understand?" She flicked his forehead hard with her finger, warning him.
"Ouch." Luo Ling covered her forehead where she had been flicked, glaring at the person who had done it, her face full of accusation, "You're bullying me, I'm injured now."
My elbow is still burning.
Zong Yujin gave him a cool glance and gently pulled up his sleeve.
A large patch of skin, raw and bloodshot, came into view, causing his pupils to contract sharply and his grip to tighten involuntarily.
"Ah." Luo Miao exclaimed softly, and quickly raised her hand to pat Zong Yujin.
"Quickly, let go, let go! Are your hands made of steel? You're crushing my bones! Are you taking this opportunity to get revenge?"
"Let's make it clear beforehand that taking advantage of someone in distress is immoral. You can't do this, or people will laugh at you."
Luo Ling really wanted to stay away from the male lead, who was prone to accidents, but unfortunately, she was powerless to do so.
The other person's grip was too tight; he couldn't break free.
I didn't dare to struggle too hard, it would hurt.
Zong Yujin coldly took out a handkerchief to bandage his wound, and held his breath at the aggressive Luo Ling.
They don't recognize a kind heart.
If it were in the past, anyone who dared to act like that in front of him would have been dealt with long ago.
But when he's facing him, he just can't do it.
He could only be angry in silence.
After deliberately tying a bow, Zong Yujin's mood finally brightened a bit.