The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

Yan Su never expected Su Heng to interfere at this moment. The sudden punch almost made him lose his balance.

"You're going to kill me?" After stopping, Yan Su subconsciously touched his numb cheek, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think you can kill me?"

"How long are you going to keep putting on that condescending attitude!"

Yan Su's mocking tone was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. Su Heng was so angry that he gritted his teeth and strode towards Yan Su.

Before he could even get close to Yan Su, Yan Su suddenly kicked him in the chest.

The kick was so powerful that it knocked Su Heng to the ground, his head hitting the ground with a loud "thud".

The shout startled Chen Cuo and Chen Yuan, who had just been stunned by Su Heng's actions, and they quickly ran to Su Heng's left and right sides to check on him.

Chen Yuan helped Su Heng sit up, leaning against Chen Cuo beside him.

Su Heng sat on the ground, his head aching and his ears ringing.

He pressed his dizzy head and vaguely saw Yan Su walk in front of him.

“Don’t fantasize about things you can’t possibly do,” Yan Su said bluntly. “Besides, you’re not qualified to stand up for Liang Qing.”

As he spoke, he pulled Su Heng up from the ground just as Su Heng had grabbed his collar earlier, completely ignoring Chen Cuo and Chen Yuan who were standing on either side of Su Heng.

"Wait, senior!" Chen Cuo sprang up from the ground like a spring and caught Yan Su's fist, which he was about to return to Su Heng.

Although Chen Cuo still addressed Yan Su with respect, it was easy to see from his expression that he was already dissatisfied with Yan Su.

"Is this a two-on-one situation?" Yan Su shifted his gaze from Su Heng to Chen Cuo, looking at the hand that was gripping his, and said with a hint of disdain.

“Senior, you’ve misunderstood…” Chen Cuo immediately let go, forcing a smile as he explained, “Su Heng only acted impulsively, and now he’s already…”

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Su interrupted him sharply, "Then you can just consider it a momentary impulse."

Before Chen Cuo could react, Yan Su had already punched Su Heng in the right cheek, knocking him to the ground again.

This punch actually brought Su Heng back to his senses. Su Heng endured the pain and got up from the ground, then pounced on Yan Su, "I don't believe I can't take you down!"

He rammed Yan Su to the ground like a bull, and then, in a frenzy, punched him several more times in the face, yelling, "What makes you think I'm not qualified!"

"Get out of here! You idiot!" Yan Su slammed his forehead into Su Heng's face, and Su Heng covered his nose in pain.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yan Su pinned Su Heng to the ground and returned all the punches he had taken to Su Heng.

The two were fighting so fiercely that no one else could intervene.

"Stop fighting!" Chen Cuo went over to separate the two of them, but before he could touch either of them, his chin was bumped by someone.

Chen Yuan quickly pulled him back, "Brother, I think you should just stay put! They're all angry and won't listen to anyone. If you go over there, you might get caught in the crossfire!"

Chen Cuo touched his injured chin and gasped, "Are we just going to let them keep fighting like this?"

"But you can't stop them!" Chen Yuan sighed, looking at her brother's swollen chin.

"Miss, what exactly happened inside? You have to let us in to see!"

A loud noise came from outside, and it seemed that Mo Xue was about to lose control.

"No, we can't let them keep fighting." Chen Cuo frowned, took a breath, and walked over again, rubbing his chin.

During this time, a figure rushed in front of Yan Su and Su Heng.

"Stop hitting him!"

Su Heng was currently in the upper hand. He was obviously not good at fighting, and his fighting style was very simple. He just kept hitting Yan Su's face.

Yan Su groaned a few times as he was hit, but he kept his lips tightly pressed together, stubbornly refusing to let out a cry of pain.

He looked utterly disheveled; his hair was a mess, his face was bruised and swollen, there were several red marks on his cheeks that looked like fingernail scratches, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The two people, who were both hitting and being hit, stopped instantly upon hearing that familiar voice.

Yan Su and Su Heng both turned to look at her. When Yan Su met Liang Qing's gaze, which was filled with worry, he felt his heart suddenly start beating faster.

Then, without thinking, he suddenly kicked Su Heng away, turned his face away from her, and used his hand to cover the side of his face that was facing Liang Qing.

When he had finished doing all of this and had time to reflect on it, he was the first to be incredulous at his own actions.

He knew he was covering his face because he knew he must look terrible.

But he...

When did you become so concerned about your face?

"let me see."

Liang Qing reached out to pull his hand away from hers, and the hand that Su Heng had struggled to pull away was easily pulled away by her.

Looking at his bruised face, Liang Qing frowned. "How did you get so badly injured?"

Yan Su looked up at her; she was staring intently at the injury on his face.

Through her pupils, he saw the various scars on his face.

It turns out that her gaze could be so focused on him.

The moment the thought flashed through his mind, Yan Su's heart began to beat faster.

The first thing that struck was an indescribable panic.

Because at that moment he felt a joy he had never experienced before.

He derived this pleasure solely from Liang Qing's gaze lingering on him for a moment.

Having received this answer, he suddenly realized why he had been behaving so strangely these past few days.

Like a thunderbolt suddenly striking the dark night sky, Yan Su felt a thunderous roar in his heart.

It turned out that what affected his mood was not the wounds, the hunger, or the exhaustion, but her.

But when exactly did it begin? Was it tonight, or last night?

Was it when she ignored him, or when she stood up for him when he was being harassed?

Or perhaps even earlier, before he even knew it, she had already taken control of him.

"You..." Yan Su opened his mouth unconsciously, but could not say anything.

It wasn't because he couldn't express it, but because he simply didn't know what to say to clearly explain his feelings at that moment.

She wiped away the bloodstains from the corner of his lips with her fingertips, accidentally tugging at his wound, causing Yan Su to hiss reflexively.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"It's dirty." He lowered his head, took her hand stained with his blood, took out a handkerchief from his coat, and began to carefully and gently wipe the blood off her fingers.