Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 270 Loved

Wendy's expression seemed calm at first, but became uglier the more she listened.

She interrupted him directly, "You and Morax have already... have both done something to Yanyan..."

Dotore frowned, a little impatient, "What are you listening to? I have been talking about this all along."

Wendy's body seemed to be hollowed out all of a sudden, and countless things called jealousy were roughly stuffed into it, but he couldn't vent it, and his cheeks turned red from holding it in.

"You, you actually..."

Her fingers tore the fabric apart and Wendy sat on the bed, feeling uneasy.

He had only kissed her.

Never even slept in the same bed.

It’s not fair! It’s not fair!

He wants it too!

The cloth under her hands was torn into pieces, and Wendy's eyes turned red with anger.

At this moment, Cheng Yan pushed open the door, which was Wendy's door.

The first thing I saw when I entered the room was Wendy sliding softly off the bed to the ground.

I ran over anxiously, helped him up, and saw his red eyes again.

"What's wrong? I just walked away for a while..."

His eyes unconsciously turned in the direction of Dotore, with obvious speculation in his eyes.

Dotore saw Cheng Yan's reaction clearly, his back stiffened for a moment, and a flash of blood appeared in his eyes.

"Why, I made him angry, do you want to seek justice for him?"

The words he spoke were extremely stiff, like an angry question, but his heart felt a sudden pain because of Cheng Yan's unhesitating suspicion, as if a short sharp thorn was stuck in it.

Cheng Yan held Wendy's hand weakly, but spoke to Dotore.

"Zanzan, I think we still need to calm down."

Dotore's throat felt sour and his Adam's apple rolled over and over again.

"Oh, maybe you should consider something else."

When I like someone, I treat them like a treasure and I want to pay attention to your every move all the time.

When I feel disgusted, I blame myself for all the bad things that happened.

That guy was right, he wasn't even hurt. Cheng Yan had already started questioning himself.

What if you get hurt?

Will Cheng Yan force himself to apologize?

Force himself to apologize to another person who likes him.

Dottore had never experienced such a world-shattering feeling.

His world originally belonged only to him.

It was Cheng Yan who barged in blatantly.

Unable to stay here any longer, Dotore stood up mechanically, his eyes open but lifeless. Only the unusual watery gleam in his eye sockets revealed some emotion.

Cheng Yan's heart was numb and he watched Dotore's back disappear while his hand mechanically stroked Wendy's back.

Why did it become like this?

Don’t he and Zanzan talk about everything?

Everything in his sight became blurry, and it took Cheng Yan a while to realize that it was his own tears.

Tears fell in strings, along the corners of the lips, and burst into a salty and bitter taste on the tip of the tongue.

Really bitter.

Cheng Yan thought.

"Wendy."

Wendy should have felt happy as he watched Dotore leave.

But an endless feeling of depression swept over my heart.

"Yanyan, he didn't do anything to me just now."

Cheng Yan's tears seemed to never stop falling.

"It's okay, we should go, I don't want to stay here anymore."

The climate of Xumi has always been polarized: the desert is dry and hot, while the rainforest is so humid that the air you breathe tastes of water.

Dotore stood in the eye-catching green rainforest, his eyelashes wet by the moist air, as if they were about to shed water.

Cheng Yan, you are a liar.

The departure speed is much slower than the arrival speed.

Cheng Yan was about to board a small boat with Wendy when he suddenly realized that he didn't have to go back to Inazuma.

"Let's go back to Liyue by land."

Wendy has been holding hands with Cheng Yan, but she doesn't feel the sweetness in her heart as before because of this intimate gesture.

Cheng Yan's heart followed Dotorei, and now all that was left by his side was an empty shell.