She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

living room.

Xu Fangli's slender body was nestled in the outermost sofa, her left hand nervously twisting the hem of her skirt, and she would occasionally peek outside.

Yang Miao has already returned to school, with only Aunt Rong by her side, her eyes filled with worry.

After an unknown amount of time, a sound finally came from the entrance hall, and the two of them looked over at the same time.

Seeing the man enter the room, shivering in the cold, Fang Li immediately jumped off the sofa and ran towards him without even putting on her shoes.

The vast space was completely silent.

Only the light sound of a woman's footsteps could be heard.

Han Xi changed his shoes and looked up, only to see a slender woman in a light purple satin skirt rushing towards him with a worried expression.

"Are you alright?" Fang Li asked softly, her eyes fixed on him anxiously.

Han Xi: "......"

The two stood facing each other in the entryway. Han Xi looked at her quietly for a long time, his dark gaze shifting down to her right forearm, which was covered by layers of clothing. His brows suddenly furrowed.

Fang Li saw the deep self-blame in his eyes. She had just moved her lips to say that she was fine when the man's tall figure suddenly leaned down. Before she could react, she was pulled into a pair of strong arms.

"Han Xi..."

"You were scared, weren't you?" The deep, hoarse voice trembled slightly.

Fang Li paused with her left hand hanging by her side, then slowly raised it to rest on his waist and back. "...There was a little bit at the time, but fortunately Brother Tian appeared in time. Don't worry, I'm fine."

However, her words of comfort did not put Han Xi at ease much.

Without pressing down on her right hand, he tightened his arm little by little, his chin resting heavily on her shoulder, his body tense as if trying to press her into his own body.

Fang Li was being held so tightly that her chin was raised and she was having some difficulty breathing.

Her nostrils twitched slightly, and she frowned gently: "You've been smoking?"

Han Xi didn't speak, his body stiffened slightly as he released her, his gaze lingering on her still slightly red eyes for a few seconds before he lowered his eyes and lifted her right hand again, his gaze carefully fixed on the gauze on it, "I'm sorry."

Fang Li's eyes flickered, and she gently smiled, "It's really nothing. This has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to blame yourself."

Han Xi stared intently at her.

Fang Li's barely suppressed grievances suddenly surged back, her nose stinging and her eyes welling up with tears. She pursed her lips and forced a smile: "I shouldn't have called you this morning. I made you worry for nothing and caused you to miss work..."

"So, if I hadn't noticed, you were planning to keep it from me forever?"

"It wasn't always like that... You saw it when you came back from your business trip..." Fang Li's eyes were red, and her aggrieved little face looked very innocent.

"Xu Fangli." Han Xi interrupted her, his brows furrowed deeply, his warm palm carefully supporting her slender wrist, his thumb unconsciously tightening.

Fang Li couldn't help but frown slightly, "It hurts..."

Han Xijun's handsome brows suddenly furrowed, but he quickly relaxed: "Now you know what pain is."

Fang Li lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and didn't say anything.

Seeing her like this, Han Xi couldn't help but reach out and pull her into his arms again, his hard chin gently resting on the top of her head.

Fang Li's gaze was fixed on the man's slightly bobbing Adam's apple. After a moment, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "It's my fault. I didn't protect you well."

Fang Li's eyes flickered, and the moisture she had been desperately trying to suppress instantly spread. Her lips were tightly pressed together, but she couldn't help but choke back a sob.

Han Xi tightened his arms, but his embrace was loose. Fang Li could feel the tremor in his throat. He said, "It hurts my heart."

"..." Tears welled up in Fang Li's eyes in an instant: "It's just a minor injury, it'll be fine in a couple of days, why do you keep saying that, making me sound like I'm being dramatic."

“I actually wish you were a little more dramatic,” Han Xi said.

Fang Li turned her head, rested her forehead on his shoulder, and buried her face in his chest.

......midnight.

"Woof! Woof! Woof woof!!"

A colossal, jet-black creature lunged at him with its gaping maw.

"Get out of the way!" Fang Li tried to dodge, but her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot and she couldn't move at all.

Her eyes widened in terror, and she raised her arm to shield her face...

hiss!

As a piercing pain suddenly struck, Fang Li sat up in bed, covered in cold sweat and pale-faced.

The room was pitch black and so quiet that only her uneven breathing could be heard.

Fang Li always thought she wasn't afraid.

Clearly, she overestimated herself.

She closed her eyes, and the foul-smelling mouth full of fangs lunged at her, as if she were reliving the despair she felt that morning.

Fang Li covered her face with one hand and let out a heavy sigh, forcing herself to calm down.

After a few seconds of silence, she turned to reach for her phone on the pillow to check the time.

Unexpectedly, just as she turned around, the blanket draped over her lap was pulled, and the phone beside her pillow fell to the ground with a thud.

Fang Li's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to bend down to pick it up, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The man, dressed in soft loungewear, strode in with a nervous look in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Is your wound hurting again?"

Fang Li paused while lying on the edge of the bed, and then the man quickly helped her up. As the bedside lamp was turned on, she squinted and saw the man's face clearly.

The man who was dressed in a suit and tie and looked cold and aloof last night was now wearing gray lounge pants and a black T-shirt. His sharp bangs had fallen down and were softly hanging over his forehead. He was not cold at all, as if he had stepped down from his pedestal. He was so gentle that it made people's hearts tremble.

Fang Li looked at him, her heart inexplicably fluttering.

"No...no, I just had a nightmare..."

"..." Han Xi frowned.

Seeing her slightly pale lips, he suddenly reached out and half-lifted her back onto the bed, carefully covering her with the blanket and tucking the corners in. Then he leaned down and sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "Sleep, I'll stay with you."

accompany......

Fang Li blinked, her expression suddenly becoming somewhat unnatural: "I'm fine now, you, you should go back to sleep, I..."

"you sure?"

Fang Li was startled.

She saw the man by the bed suddenly get up, as if he was about to leave. She didn't know what was going on, but her hands moved faster than her brain. Before she could react, she had already reached out and grabbed his clothes.

Han Xi lowered his eyes, looking at those slender, white fingers, and the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

Fang Li's cheeks suddenly felt hot. She let go of the blanket and pulled it over most of her face, leaving only her wet, evasive eyes showing.

"I have no intention of leaving," Han Xi said.

Fang Li's long eyelashes trembled, and her anxious heart relaxed slightly.

This was the first time Fang Li had shown such dependence in front of him. Han Xiwu's eyes shone brightly, and he couldn't help but smile.

He suddenly bent down and turned off the bedside lamp.

The room instantly returned to darkness. Fang Li looked up in surprise, her gaze anxiously searching for the figure in the darkness.

"Where are you going?"

The rustling footsteps moved slowly. Fang Li squinted, trying to see clearly, but before she could adjust to the darkness, the blanket behind her was pulled off.

Then the bed beside her suddenly sank down, and the man's unique scent drew near.

Before Fang Li could react, a long arm suddenly appeared around her waist, pulling her close with a slight force.

"I'll sleep with you."