As an assassin, there must be an assassin's intuition. This moment, Little Ben became alert.
But right before him, Yan Yu's gaze was naively straightforward, entirely without any intentional allure.
Besides, she was so clumsy...
Moreover, there never had been any men around her—except for Xue Jiangqiu.
Yet even so, he still heard his own breathing falter, blood rushing fiercely to his head.
He quickly frowned and pushed her away: "Holding you like this will aggravate your leg. You need to lie flat and rest. Be good, get some sleep."
She still held onto him, tilted her head, brushed aside her messy hair, glanced at him shyly, and then like a startled rabbit, quickly looked away.
"...But I think there's a way to have both."
