"Oh, look at you, crying now." Feeling the softness against his chest, Chen Xiaobei's heart stirred as he comforted her. "There, there! Aren't I alive and well?"
"For a piddling man like Li Xinghe to try and deal with me was like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly overestimating his own strength. I took care of them in minutes!"
"Still talking tough," Luo Qingcheng pouted, her heart aching for him.
Turning around, she looked at her cousin with concern and asked, "Xiaoyi, you aren't hurt, are you?"
"Cousin, I'm fine," Murong Xiaoyi replied, biting her lip and feeling deeply wronged.
I'm clearly the one who needs comforting the most! Not only did I fight a tough battle, but I was also bullied by that scoundrel, Chen Xiaobei. Yet you treat me with less than a tenth of the concern you show him!
Truthfully, Murong Xiaoyi felt so aggrieved that tears began to stream down her face.
