When Lu Lingche arrived home, it was already close to four o'clock.
He turned on the light and was about to go upstairs when he saw someone lying on the sofa in the living room.
He walked over with a frown, "Yuyi?"
Lan Yuyi opened her eyes and complained in a playful tone, "Lingche, why are you only coming back now? I waited for you until I fell asleep."
As she finished speaking, she looked at Lu Lingche, covered her mouth in shock, "Your face, your clothes, did you get into a fight?"
"No."
"Then what happened? Who hit you?"
Lan Yuyi's eyes quickly reddened, her face full of pain. She stood up and extended her hand, wanting to touch his face.
But Lu Lingche took a step back to avoid it.
Lan Yuyi's hand awkwardly hung in midair.
She explained in bewilderment, "I don't mean anything else, don't reject me like this, I just feel pain for you."
