Han Bohai was helping Ying down from the bed when Ying noticed his expressions. She hadn't actually looked at him earlier since that idiot Ling Wanwan had been bugging her. Now, that she went, she couldn't finally heave a sigh of relief.
"Did you cry?" asked Ying all of a sudden.
"No, I didn't," replied Han Bohai as he avoided her eyes and helped her wear her shoes. "Can you walk? How about I pick you up?"
"Just lend me your hand, I can walk on my own," she retorted trying to show her tough side.
"I've given all of myself to you and yet you're only asking for my hand?" he pouted pitifully. "It's no fun. It's not like you're asking for my hand in marriage!"
Ying hit his arm, "Do you think about anything else?"
Han Bohai shook his head and grinned, "Since you came into my life, only you live in my heart and on my mind. You should really start paying rent now."
"Rent?"
