Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 112 Are you confessing your feelings to me?
She seemed to have made up her mind, but the trepidation about the unknown and the concerns brought about by honesty still made her frown, and her light eyes carried a faint sorrow.

Shen Yanci looked at her, his hand already raised.

Qin Zhao stared blankly at the hand that was about to touch his face, his lips parted slightly, and he blinked.

The next second, Shen Yanci's hand, which had been close to hers, turned into a pinch, grabbing her face and tugging at it lightly twice, his tone inexplicable: "You're such a good baby."

"..."

Qin Zhao frowned and pushed his hand away. Don't think she didn't know he was being sarcastic towards her.

"Hmm—" Shen Yanci groaned, curled up, and closed his eyes in pain.

Qin Zhao then realized that Shen Yanci was still injured.

She apologized and then noticed that the gauze on his hand had become slightly red again.

Qin Zhao stared at the red for two seconds, then his lips twitched down, his shoulders trembled, and he burst into tears.

It wasn't a suppressed cry, but the kind of cry a child makes when they know they've done something wrong; it's a cry used to express emotions.

Shen Yanci found it somewhat amusing: "I'm the one in pain, why are you crying?"

I just told her to cry, but I'm holding it in.

He hasn't even started playing the victim yet, but she's already started crying.

"It's just calling you 'baby,' can't you just call me back?"

"Are you still unhappy about me pinching your cheek? I'll let you pinch it back."

Qin Zhao kept crying, and the tears kept flowing.

Shen Yanci initially genuinely wanted to comfort her, but then he found her crying so adorable, her brows and eyes relaxed, and he turned his face away with a smile.

He controlled his expression and turned to look at her again.

So back and forth.

I'm not going to try to coax her anymore.

Just watch.

Judging that she had cried enough, Shen Yanci raised his hand to wipe her tears, but Qin Zhao dodged and wouldn't let him touch her.

But considering his injured hand, she didn't push him.

Shen Yanci's lips curled up slightly, his dark eyes gleaming with a subtle light, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Don't cry, your gauze is all soaked with tears."

"..."

Qin Zhao sobbed, her eyes blurry with tears as she stared intently at the gauze in his hand.

Shen Yanci chuckled lightly, clenched his fist, and tears dripped from the gauze.

The redness on the back of my hand has become even more pronounced.
"No—" Qin Zhao's voice was hoarse from crying. Seeing his actions, she was both angry and anxious. Her shoulders trembled more, and there was a hint that she was about to cry again.

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed: "It hurts so much, Qin Zhao."

"It's all because of you." Qin Zhao's voice was hoarse as she lowered her head and changed his bandages again.

Shen Yanci unscrewed the bottle cap with one hand and handed over the mineral water.

Qin Zhao glanced at it and said, "Wait a minute."

She continued to focus on unwrapping the gauze, which was stained with blood and ointment and stuck to her skin. It was painful to peel it off, so she moved very gently.

Shen Yanci casually asked, "How long has it been since you last cried? Every time you cry, you shed so many tears?"

Qin Zhao pursed her lips and didn't speak. She laboriously rewrapped the gauze. Then she saw Shen Yanci twisting the bottle cap with his other hand injured. She didn't know where the fire came from, but her rationality was burned away: "Shen Yanci, can you please stop doing this!"

Shen Yanci lowered his brows slightly, looked at her expressionlessly, and after half a second, he turned his head away: "I understand, I won't pry into your thoughts and secrets anymore."

Qin Zhao regretted her words as soon as she finished speaking. She pursed her lips and raised her eyes, not knowing what was wrong with her.

She's just so annoying; Shen Yanci got hurt because of her.

It's disgusting that she hurt Shen Yanci.

I really dislike Shen Yanci; he doesn't cherish himself.

She hated this feeling; she hated herself, and felt like she was losing herself.

She turned her head to the side, adjusting her breathing.

Shen Yanci remained silent and did not speak.

Qin Zhao paused for a moment and then let out a breath.

She looked at Shen Yanci, her gaze falling on the bottled water in his hand: "Can I have some water?"

Shen Yanci closed his eyelids slightly and then opened them.

"I can do it myself!" Qin Zhao frowned and stopped her. Realizing she had been too hasty, she softened her voice and explained, "I'm afraid your wound will reopen." She took the water and sipped it slowly.

She finished her drink, screwed the cap back on, glanced at Shen Yanci, then looked away: "Going home?"

Shen Yanci hummed in agreement.

Qin Zhao tidied up his things and followed him to the roadside.

Shen Yanci remained silent the entire way. Qin Zhao hesitated for a moment before finally steeling herself and tugging at his sleeve.

Bad news, we missed it.

To make matters worse, she pulled on his ring finger.

His knuckles were badly injured, and the bandages were wrapped tightly, with only the first knuckle showing.

She touched the first knuckle of his ring finger.

Shen Yanci lowered his eyelids and looked at her.

Qin Zhao felt as if he had touched a hot potato, and he quickly loosened his grip.

Shen Yanci was about to take a step.

Her separated fingers gripped his again.

Hold tight.

Qin Zhao cut to the chase: "Can you please stop being angry?"

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids slightly to look at her.

“I wasn’t angry with you just now.” Qin Zhao squeezed his fingers. “I just saw you were straining your hand and I was worried that your wound would reopen, so I was very anxious. My tone was rude. I know I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

She pursed her lips: "What I meant by 'don't do this' was that Shen Yanci shouldn't get hurt, and shouldn't neglect his own health."

I will be sad.

It's even more painful than being injured myself.

"I hope Shen Yanci will always be full of vigor, safe and healthy, and that all his wishes will always come true."

The wind blew through their hair, and the streetlights cast long shadows of the two of them; her hand was holding his.

Shen Yanci looked at her and licked his slightly dry lips: "Qin Zhao, are you confessing your feelings to me?"

"..."

Qin Zhao: "I'm apologizing to you."

Shen Yanci said "Oh," and replied, "I thought you were going to confess your feelings to me."

"..."

My heart was racing.

Qin Zhao was speechless: "Is it appropriate for me to confess my feelings to you?"

I'll scare you to death.

Shen Yanci's mouth moves too much, which is inappropriate, but not impossible.

It's not actually that inappropriate.

Actually, it's quite suitable.

"..."

Qin Zhao saw that his expression was no longer cold, so he released his fingers from holding him, but they were grasped again in mid-air and held in his palm.

Seeing that Shen Yanci was still not paying attention to his wound, she raised her voice: "Hand!"

Shen Yanci let go, as if he had suddenly lost all his strength. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and nuzzled his head against her face.
"I feel so dizzy, Zhao Zhao."

"I lost too much blood today and I'm a bit anemic."

"..."

His hair clung to her face and neck, pricking her. It felt like she'd been electrocuted by something, the shock traveling from that spot all the way to the top of her head and her spine, leaving half her body numb.

Qin Zhao's mouth opened silently; how strange.

Her breathing was unsteady. She put her hand between the two of them, hunched her shoulders, and tilted her neck to the side: "Brother Yanci, don't move."

"If you feel dizzy, I'll take you to the hospital."

"..."

The next chapter will be a little later, posted before 1 PM.

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