After the cast was applied, as they left the doctor's office, Xiao Mo insisted on supporting Yao Yifan.
"I injured my hand, not my foot," Yao Yifan said, his tone full of helplessness.
Sometimes he thought Xiao Mo's observation skills were sharp, but other times he felt she was dense. She was truly unfathomable.
Xiao Mo realized her mistake. "Then I'll support your hand."
"..."
Yao Yifan looked at her hunched posture and said, "Do you know what you look like right now?"
"An old man."
Yao Yifan was stunned. "You know that too." He then put his hand down. "Alright, there's nothing else. You can go home."
"No!" Xiao Mo said. "You got injured because of me, I have to be responsible for you."
Yao Yifan almost bit his tongue in surprise. Although he knew she didn't mean responsibility in *that* sense, he still thought she was far too unguarded.
"No need," he refused, and kindly reminded her, "Don't be so casual in the future, especially when you say things like that to a man late at night."
"Why?" she asked, her expression innocent.
Yao Yifan's brow furrowed into a small knot. He walked forward. "Dangerous."
Xiao Mo ran up to him, stopping in front of him and backing away as she seriously asked, "You?"
She shook her head. "Assistant Yao isn't dangerous, you're a good—"
Before she could finish, Xiao Mo, not watching where she was going, missed her step and nearly fell down the stairs. Fortunately, Yao Yifan reacted quickly, pulling her waist with his other arm.
Xiao Mo, her heart still pounding, said, "Tha... Thanks! See, I told you you're a good person."
"Oh?"
Yao Yifan stared at her, his arm tightening abruptly. The distance between them became incredibly intimate, their breaths mingling. Xiao Mo felt her hands and feet freeze. She felt a bit uncomfortable. "Assistant Yao..."
"Do you still think I'm not dangerous?"
His dark eyes gazed at her, then he slowly leaned closer. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Xiao Mo suddenly screamed.
Yao Yifan stopped appropriately, moved her to a safe spot, and then let go.
"When you're out, don't trust any man too easily."
With that, Yao Yifan turned and went down the stairs.
Xiao Mo clutched her chest, still not understanding why she had suddenly screamed, nor why her heart was beating so wildly. Most importantly, in that moment, she hadn't instinctively performed an over-the-shoulder throw on him, which was completely out of character for someone who had trained martial arts for over twenty years.
*Buzz buzz—*
It was Yao Yifan's phone. He hadn't had a place to put it when he got his cast, so Xiao Mo had kindly kept it for him. Xiao Mo looked around for Yao Yifan but found he had already disappeared. He was truly quick on his feet.
Xiao Mo had intended to wait until the vibrating stopped, but the same number kept calling, relentlessly. Text messages followed, pinging incessantly. Although Xiao Mo couldn't see the content due to the lock screen, she had a vague feeling it was the same person. Torn between not wanting to delay important matters and the impoliteness of answering someone else's phone without permission, she finally decided to answer.
"Hello?"
The call had finally been answered! Leng Xiao Yi was about to show Ke Chu Yao her results via video call when she heard a woman's voice on the other end. Instantly, Ke Chu Yao's expression on the screen changed.
"Who are you?" Leng Xiao Yi frowned, her temper flaring. Was Lou Yu Ming playing games with her? "Speak, what's your name! Where is the owner of this phone number, tell him to take it!" Her tone was aggressive, even overbearing.
Although Xiao Mo was a little annoyed, she kindly said, "He's left. Is there something you need?"
"Left where? Tell him to come and take the call!" Leng Xiao Yi urged. "Hurry!"
Xiao Mo took a deep breath, her smile gone. "If it's urgent, you can call him back when he returns."
"Who exactly are you?" Leng Xiao Yi demanded. "Where are you now, tell me the address!"
"Are you sick?" Xiao Mo muttered to herself, but it slipped out.