er.After reading the message Liu, the steward, had sent, Leng Yechen couldn't help but let out a cold smile.After that night, Leng Ye Chen thought Su Man Xue would have something more unique about her...After getting in the car, Leng Ye asked her address, his handsome brows slightly furrowed.

The girl sitting in the passenger seat had a pale face and beads of sweat trickling down her forehead.

Cold Night didn't think much, and directly started the car.

The car sped toward her residence, stopping fifteen minutes later in a narrow alley.

"Thank you!" Luo Yiqing softly thanked him, hurriedly getting out of the car. The pain in her ankle hit her heart, and her frail body staggered.

After the car door closed, she took a deep breath. The pain in her ankle was getting worse. She carefully took a few steps back, nodded her thanks, and watched his car drive away.

"Uh..."

Luo Yirou couldn't help but squat down, wincing in pain and taking shallow breaths. She lowered her head and realized that her ankle was terribly swollen, which explained the excruciating pain.

As she closed her moist eyes, gritting her teeth and about to stand up, an urgent screeching sound came from her side, followed by heavy footsteps...

"What are you doing" Leng Yechen's domineering tone held a hint of confusion.

Luò Yī róu unnaturally arched her back, staring in astonishment with her star-shaped eyes into a pair of cold and deep black pupils. She wondered why he had returned after leaving.

"I asked, 'What are you doing'"

In the cold night, Leng Ye sank his hands across his chest, leaning against the side of the car door with a half-turned body. His indifferent attitude seemed to be asking something insignificant.

"I'm fine..."

Her voice was weak, her clear eyes evading his intense gaze as if frightened. Then she suddenly straightened up, an unexpected pain causing her to tremble and her eyebrows to furrow.

Her hawk-like eyes narrowed, scanning the dimly lit deserted street under the weak glow of streetlights. Her dark pupils shone brightly, like ultraviolet rays, moving from head to toe.

Her left foot was bent in an unnatural way.

Just then, he unconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror and saw her shadow crouching in pain on the street. He swerved the car around to check what was wrong...

"Where do you live I'll take you up." Leng Yechen continued, a strong arm casually half-supporting her.

"I…" Luo Yirou met his gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly as she stammered, "Just... in the first unit of that building ahead."

In the cold night, Leng Ye Chen held Luo Yi Rou and walked onto the dilapidated building. The dim light and stifling air made his handsome brows involuntarily wrinkle. He calmly supported her to a corrugated iron shed on the third floor and went to the door of the first room on the left.

A low, warning voice came down from above: "Give me the key."

Luo Yiyou obediently took the key from her bag and handed it to Leng Yeshen without a word.

In the cold night, Chen took the key and opened the door, pushing her into the room and following her into the small cramped space.

At a glance, he had seen through everything in the small fighting room.

The floor was covered in apple-green plastic, with two single beds stacked on top of each other. It was clear she slept on the bottom bunk, while the top bunk was piled high with boxes. The desk was filled with neat and orderly books, along with a closet, a small tatami table, a tiny bathroom, and a kitchen remodeled from the balcony.

"Sit over there and take your shoes off," Leng Yechen ordered again.

In the face of this man's domineering, Luo readily obeyed with absolute submission, meekly taking a seat and removing her shoes.

Cold Night sank to his knees in front of her and began kneading her injured ankle.

As he kneaded his muscles, she gasped in pain, her face beaded with sweat. Her hands clutched the backrest, her complexion turning pale and ashen.

With a screech, the moment Leng Yechen's grip tightened, Luo Yijiu cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

“Okay, it’s back in place now. Tomorrow, you can go to the drugstore and buy a bottle of medicinal oil, rub it on, and that should be fine.” Leng Yechen said as he got up.

For the same ankle sprain, his attitude towards this girl was completely different from his attitude towards Yimo.

That time at Leng's grand manor, Yimò twisted her ankle. He was heartbroken and gently helped her realign the joint before wiping away her tears and comforting her to cheer her up.

Therefore, Leng Ye Chen was crystal clear. Mo was in his heart, holding a place that no one else could replace.

"Big brother, thank you," Lu Yi whispered, rubbing her hands together awkwardly. "Big brother, it's getting late, and you look very tired. Would you like to rest here for a while before leaving"

In fact, when she first rode in his car, she noticed that he was already yawning while driving.

Cold night lowered his head subconsciously, glancing at the watch on his wrist. It was past one in the morning.

He was indeed very tired today, as he still had over an hour's drive from here back to his private residence.

Drowsy driving is very harmful to him.

"I'll sit here for a while, you go to sleep first!" Leng Yechen went to the small sofa beside him and sat down, rubbing his temples with a headache.

Luo nodded gently, lowered her head, and dared not speak. She walked to the wardrobe, took out her pajamas, and moved with difficulty toward the small bathroom…

The next day, the alarm clock still woke Lu Yirou at the exact time of 7:00 AM.

After Luo Yi Cong climbed out of bed, she realized the man had been sleeping on her small sofa all night, one hand elegantly supporting his head.

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