...Isn't this Xia Weiyi, whom he has been longing for dozens of hours?
How did she get to his side without him noticing?
The young girl was clutching her fists, furrowing her brows, and looking at him sideways with such a wronged expression.
It was then that Ye Che realized he was still holding her wrist and he instantly let go, hurriedly calling out, "Yiyi, how could it be you?"
"If it's not me, then is it a ghost..." Xia Weiyi pulled back her hand and lowered her head to rub the red mark on her wrist from being gripped. She cast a disgusted glance at Ye Che and said irritably, "Ye Che, I've found you're always picking on me lately; a few days ago, you threw a slipper at me, and now you're grabbing me. The look on your face, are you thinking of hitting me next?"
"Hey, do you have a problem with me? If you don't like me, I'll just leave!"
As she spoke, Xia Weiyi stood up from the bed, huffed through her nose as if in a huff, and turned her head away from Ye Che.
