The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Leng Che pushed open the door of the balcony floor-to-ceiling window and saw the person who had upset him.

She was wrapped tightly in a large down jacket and was curled up in a small ball, sleeping on her side on a bench outside.

His eyes were so gloomy that they could squeeze water out of them. He really wanted to ask her if she was crazy. It was so cold...

"Mu Qianxi, what are you doing outside?" He tried his best to control his emotions, but still spoke in a bad tone, "Go back to your room and sleep."

She sat up at the sound of his voice.

"I know you've been avoiding me." Her face was crisp under the coat and hood, and her nose was red from the cold. She looked up at him, her big, watery eyes revealing stubbornness and a bit of anger. "I'll come out, so you can rest inside, right? That's your room. You don't have to stay in the study all the time to avoid me."

These days, he either stayed in the study or ran out to work on a project, and of course, to avoid her.

The more he saw her, the more he feared his heart would waver.

But when I saw her red nose tip from the cold, a crack was torn in my hard heart.

"Come in." His low voice was mixed with some displeasure, and he turned back to the house, but found that she did not follow him. He sighed helplessly and turned back to the balcony again.

"Mu Qianxi, do you want to get sick from the cold? Come in!" His anger was ignited, and the resentment in his eyes grew stronger.

"Aren't you going to draw a line between you and me? What does it have to do with you whether I'm sick or not?" Mu Qianxi glared at him, sitting outside stubbornly, not moving at all.

"Yes, it's none of my business, and I don't want to get involved." He looked tense, and his cold voice contained suppressed anger. "But my mother will know, and then I will have to intervene even if I don't want to."

His heart was filled with bitterness, but his tone was as cold as ice: "Mu Qianxi, since we are not interfering with each other, don't cause me any trouble."

He said this deliberately to provoke her to go back to the house.

He would rather endure her anger than see her sick, at least she could live healthily out of his sight.

Sure enough, Mu Qianxi glared at him, obviously very angry, her breathing was a little disordered.

"I won't cause you any trouble, okay!"

Her blood boiling, she stood up angrily, walked past him and went straight back to the house. Then she took off her coat and threw it aside, got on the sofa, pulled the quilt over her, lay down, turned her back, and said nothing.

In the past, she would always chatter and talk to him until the lights went out.

But until Leng Che turned off the lights and went to bed, no words were exchanged between the two.

The light disappeared, and Mu Qianxi finally poked her head out from under the quilt. She sobbed silently twice, and tears fell down in large drops as if a dam had burst.

I asked her to be taken care of not because I was afraid she would get cold, but because my aunt...

Maybe he took care of me the whole night when I was sick with a fever, and that was also my aunt's idea...

Maybe every time he showed concern, it was not out of his own will, but because he was entrusted by someone. Just like he said just now, he didn't want to care, but he had to.

Maybe I have misunderstood it all along.

Mu Qianxi bit her lips tightly, swallowing all the sobs, leaving only tears flowing silently. She cried until she couldn't breathe, and then she made a slight sound.

She would never cry in front of him again.

In the darkness, Leng Che lay on the bed, but his mind was unusually clear.

Although she tried her best to suppress her voice, he knew that she was crying again.

The suffocating pain in his heart spread little by little, and his attention was uncontrollably focused on the other end of the sofa. It lasted until she seemed tired of crying and fell asleep, and he was barely able to catch his breath.