Ning Qing, Do You Think I’m Caring For You?

At night, Ning Qing sat in the living room in a daze.

Nian Lie returned in wet clothes.

When he saw her in the living room, he was a little surprised.

Ning Qing was also surprised. As he ignored her, she stood up and said, “Is it raining?”

Nian Lie stopped in his tracks when he passed by her. He turned around, his gaze dark.

“It’s raining so heavily. Can’t you hear it, Madam Nian?”

Ning Qing’s face turned pale.

“Or are you so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn’t hear me?”

Ning Qing clenched her fists. “…No.”

She was so calm and obedient, unlike her yesterday.

Was it because she was so sad about the man who had been waiting outside for the entire day that she could not even be angry at him?

Nian Lie’s face turned cold as he mocked, “Who are you so lost for? Ning Qing, you can’t possibly say that it’s because of me.”

Ning Qing opened her mouth and was speechless.

Nian Lie’s cold gaze moved past her neck and he did not want to say anything else to her.

He strode forward and was about to leave when he saw something familiar from the corner of his eye.

He frowned and walked over.

In the clean trash can was a box of untouched ointment.

His cold eyes suddenly returned to her.

Ning Qing suddenly panicked. “No, I…”

With a cold laugh, he suddenly turned cold.

Under her flustered gaze, the man squatted down and reached into the trash can.

Under the dim yellow light, Nian Lie’s face flickered. Ning Qing could clearly see that it was the calm before the storm.

She pursed her lips, wanting to explain, but she did not know how.

Nian Lie weighed the things in his hand and came to her.

“Ning Qing, the stupidest thing about you is that you think you can threaten me by hurting yourself.”

Cold air invaded.

“In fact, the only people you can threaten are those who really care about you.”

He opened his mouth coldly and looked at her with cold interest.

“Don’t tell me you think I’m actually concerned about you?”

Coldness seeped into her limbs and bones. Ning Qing’s mind went blank from the humiliation in his words.

She took a deep breath. “I know my limits.”

She would not think too much of herself to think that he cared about her.

Hearing this, the light in his eyes settled and turned into a wisp of black on this night.

The cream was thrown on the table as he brushed past her shoulder.

The footsteps walked away and the door to the room on the first floor was slammed shut.

Ning Qing pursed her lips and then moved upstairs with difficulty.

After confronting the man, she felt a cold sweat on her back.

She went to the bathroom to shower. When she came out again, there was someone standing in the room.

Ning Qing was stunned.

She was only wrapped in a towel, her fair skin exposed. Under the orange light, she was charming and attractive.

She clutched the towel around her chest and looked at the tall man nervously. “What’s wrong?”

Nian Lie had already changed into gray pajamas. He was handsome and expressionless. His hair was not as meticulous as it was in the day. His short hair was a little messy, and his slightly wet hair indicated that he had just finished showering.

This way, he no longer had the imposing aura he usually had. He felt more real.

Ning Qing never denied that Nian Lie was good-looking.

That beauty was fierce and oppressive. With just one look, one would be afraid of him from the bottom of their heart.

However, in this fear, there was also yearning and curiosity about his cold and melancholic temperament. It was like a poison that made one afraid and unable to help but pursue.

Wasn’t it like a moth flying into a flame?

Nian Lie looked at the shy woman and sat on the sofa. His voice was still cold as he said, “Come over.”