A fashion queen

When Lu Yu heard these caring words, his heart instantly felt as sweet as honey, and he couldn't help but feel happy secretly. However, this guy was a master of acting. Although he was already very happy in his heart, he pretended to be miserable and pitiful on the surface.

He frowned tightly, his facial features squeezed together, and he hummed, "Oh, it's no big deal. I think I should still be able to walk, but... the speed may be a little slower than usual." As he spoke, he reluctantly tried to straighten his body, wanting to appear strong.

"Oh, stop holding on!" Cui Xueying looked at the man in front of her who was trying hard to hide the pain, and couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in her heart. "Let me help you walk. This way we can walk faster and get to the hospital for treatment sooner. Isn't that good?"

Lu Yu raised his head slightly, his eyes meeting Cui Xueying's. After a moment's hesitation, he finally nodded gently, indicating his agreement. Then, as if finding support, he naturally leaned towards Cui Xueying, letting her carefully support him as he slowly and painstakingly moved forward.

Throughout the journey, the two remained silent. The air around them seemed frozen, and the atmosphere was particularly strange and subtle. Lu Yu lowered his head, slowly moving his feet, thinking to himself: What a shame! It's a pity that you are Mo Yunting's woman. If it were someone else, there might be room for change, but you are his woman, so don't blame me for being ruthless! Humph, blame yourself if you want to blame someone. Who told you to be so blind as to get involved with that Mo Yunting? And...

In this way, the two of them walked silently in silence for a long time. Before they knew it, they had already walked a considerable distance. However, at this moment, Lu Yu, who had been relatively stable, suddenly felt his feet weaken and he stumbled involuntarily. Then he pretended to lose his balance and his whole body suddenly tilted forward like a tree blown down by a strong wind.

Cui Xueying was horrified by this sudden turn of events. Her heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and she was completely stunned. But in a split second, she regained her composure and quickly used all her strength to support the shaky figure in front of her. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead from the intense tension.

Her originally fair face was now full of anxiety and worry, and her beautiful eyes were wide open. She asked anxiously, "Oh! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see!" Her concern was beyond words, as if she was the injured person.

At that moment, Lu Yu seized the opportunity and, taking advantage of the inertia of his body, he grasped Cui Xueying's soft, delicate hands tightly. He lowered his voice, as if afraid anyone around him might hear, and spoke with an extremely sincere and grateful tone, "Thank you so much! If you hadn't come to my rescue today, I'd have been bruised and battered. I don't know how to repay you for saving my life. You're such a kind-hearted person."

After saying that, Lu Yu slowly raised his heavy head, and his originally lowered gaze shot straight at Cui Xueying's beautiful, clear eyes like a flash of lightning. His gaze was sharp and deep, as if to penetrate her eyes as transparent as crystal, reaching the most secret corner of her heart, and seeing through every thought and emotion hidden deep in her heart.

For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other quietly. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the air around them seemed to be affected by some mysterious force, solidifying in an instant, becoming solemn and depressing.

Cui Xueying's fair and delicate face suddenly turned red under Lu Yu's fiery gaze, a blush of shyness appearing on her face. She subconsciously trembled slightly, trying to pull her hand back from Lu Yu's tight grip, but Lu Yu's palm held her hand tightly like an iron clamp. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from this powerful bond.