Chen Xiao was anxious, quickly tidying his messy clothes and pants while continuing to explain:
"School beauty Ye, don't cry, I really didn't touch you..."
Ye Qingxin, with tears in her eyes, interrupted Chen Xiao:
"If you didn't touch me, why does it hurt here?"
As she spoke, she dejectedly lowered her head to look at her swollen chest, tightly wrapped in the quilt, and then continued to cry.
"I..."
Chen Xiao was momentarily speechless, but being innocent, he hesitated only slightly before arguing:
"We've been classmates for five years, don't we have this much trust between us? I told you I was treating your illness and saving your life. If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital anytime to check if your condition has improved."
He paused, and before Ye Qingxin could reply, he couldn't help but grumble in a low voice:
"To treat your illness and save your life, I even collapsed from exhaustion and fainted. If you don't appreciate it, you actually suspect me?"
Saying this, he made a move to leave.
When Ye Qingxin woke up and saw Chen Xiao sleeping on the same pillow as her, her first reaction was naturally to suspect that Chen Xiao had done something to her. Hearing Chen Xiao's words, she finally realized belatedly that her body did feel much better. She was instantly stunned, as she had been living in pain since contracting the "Oriental Beauty Disease" and had never felt so relieved.
Seeing Chen Xiao about to leave in a huff, she could no longer think about Chen Xiao touching her and sharing the bed for a night. She blurted out instinctively:
"Chen... Chen Xiao, don't go yet."
Chen Xiao frowned slightly and said impatiently:
"What, you want me to take responsibility?"
"..."
Ye Qingxin's eyes were teary, her mouth agape, her expression filled with grievance. After a moment of stunned silence, she forced a strained, shallow smile:
"No... no, I want to apologize. I shouldn't have blamed you just now. I... I'm sorry."
As she spoke, tears of grievance streamed down her face again.
Chen Xiao couldn't bear it in the end. He rubbed his lower back, which still ached from Ye Qingxin's kick, and shook his head with a wry smile:
"No need for apologies. After all, we're classmates, and I couldn't just stand by and watch. Also, you must have seen the true colors of Liu Zihao's family. As an old classmate, I hope you stay far away from them in the future, or you'll be devoured completely sooner or later."
Mentioning Liu Zihao's family, Ye Qingxin's expression suddenly dimmed. The dangerous encounters of the previous night felt like sharp scalpels slicing her heart repeatedly, making even breathing painful.
"Your illness is not fully recovered yet, you need to continue treatment and always control your emotions."
Chen Xiao noticed her pained expression and, feeling unable to bear it, massaged Ye Qingxin's head with the Yin-Yang Strange Hand technique, thereby temporarily alleviating her pain.
Ye Qingxin was initially going to refuse, but the Yin-Yang Strange Hand was too miraculous. The alternating sensation of cold and heat instantly made her pain subside, so she let Chen Xiao continue the massage, comforting herself:
"My cousin's behavior last night was indeed excessive, but since he left voluntarily and didn't harm us, it shows he has some conscience. However, I still thank you for your kind reminder."
Ye Qingxin had not seen Liu Zihao, who had almost made her give up her life, since she woke up. Therefore, she mistakenly thought that Liu Zihao had a change of heart and left voluntarily.
"Heh."
Chen Xiao chuckled, too lazy to explain, and continued to use the Yin-Yang Strange Hand, his left hand as cold as ice and his right hand as hot as fire.
Ye Qingxin, personally experiencing such a miraculous effect, gradually became addicted to it. In less than two minutes, she uncontrollably said with longing:
"Chen Xiao, is the massage on the chest even more effective?"
"Of course."
Chen Xiao nodded without hesitation:
"But there's a difference between men and women. Your condition is now effectively controlled, there's no need..."
Before he could finish, Chen Xiao suddenly clicked his tongue, because he clearly saw Ye Qingxin loosen the quilt tightly wrapped around her chest. She then lowered her head and said softly:
"Thank you for your hard work."
"This..."
Chen Xiao felt a bit awkward. After hesitating for a moment, he placed his hands on her chest.
Coincidentally, at this very moment, Ye Jinhuan suddenly burst into the room like an out-of-control rocket. Then, she exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, grabbed an expensive blue and white porcelain vase beside her, and swung it towards the back of Chen Xiao's head:
"You dare touch my precious daughter, Ye Jinhuan? You scoundrel, I'll beat you to death!"