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"Are you crazy?" Qiao Dongyang's face changed color as he grabbed her bleeding hand and stared into her eyes for two seconds. Frustrated with her obstinate persistence and feeling powerless, he impulsively pulled her into his arms and held her tightly and dominantly, his tone both angry and resentful, "Can't you just rest properly? Can you? I said I'd handle it, why can't you just trust me?"
"Why should I trust you?"
Chi Yue pushed him, unable to get free, then looked up at him decisively.
"Mr. Qiao, what are you to me? What right do you have to treat me this way? Huh?"
Taking her phone, hugging and cuddling her.
This isn't something a normal person, not even a normal friend would do...
Qiao Dongyang was taken aback by her question, his arms stiffening.
Before this, he never thought about that question.
At least, not seriously.
"Chi Yue." He loosened his grip and slowly "released" her from his embrace, looking down into her dark eyes, his lips twitching, speechless.
