Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 254 Cold War

"what happened?"

Cheng Yan went up to Wendy, saw him crying out in pain, reached out to grab his arm, and looked left and right.

Judging from the appearance, there was no blood, and there was no problem with the movements, but he kept crying out in pain.

"Where's the injury?"

Wendy grabbed the hem of his shirt and was about to open it, but another person walked in through the open door, someone he hated even more.

There was blood on the corners of Dotore's lips, and his mask was shattered, barely hanging on his face. He looked as pale as gold paper and seemed like he would faint in the next second.

“Great…”

Cheng Yan took a deep breath, and before he could react, his body had already rushed to Dotore and tried to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips.

"Words..."

Wendy's tone was sad and aggrieved, and she glared at Dotore with her eyes almost blazing with anger.

"Why are you pretending to be pitiful? You just clearly..."

"Wendy, I have some medicine here, take some."

Cheng Yan interrupted him, not wanting to watch the two arguing anymore.

Wendy's expression was fierce. "Yanyan, you don't know. He wasn't injured so badly. He even vomited blood. His mask wasn't even broken just now!"

Dotore stood quietly, saying nothing.

Cheng Yan sighed softly, raised his head and walked in front of Wendy.

He lowered his head and kissed Wendy on the forehead.

The fierceness on Wendy's face had not completely disappeared yet, but he was kissed unexpectedly, which made him blush suddenly.

And it happened in front of her arch rival. As she watched Dotore's face grow paler, Wendy felt a subtle sense of satisfaction rising in her heart.

He took the medicine from Cheng Yan's hand, walked out, and snorted heavily when passing by Dotore.

The tone he used when speaking to Cheng Yan was still as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Yanyan, I remember what you told me. I will come to see you tomorrow."

The room returned to silence, with only the occasional sound of Cheng Yan sorting out medicines.

Dotore felt his heart tighten as he watched him treat him like a stranger.

Just now Cheng Yan kissed someone else in front of him, and now he is so cold to him.

Dotore strode behind Cheng Yan and held his waist tightly.

Cheng Yan did not move. He was having difficulty breathing due to the strangulation, and his wound, which had not yet fully healed, was touched. He still endured it and did not make a sound.

"Why are you doing this to me."

Cheng Yan's eyes were wide open, his eye sockets were dry, and no tears came out.

The voice of Dotore behind him was filled with suppressed anger, and if you listened carefully you could hear a hint of grievance.

Grievance...an emotion that I have never seen in Zanzan.

Cheng Yan picked up the medicine he had just put down.

"I'll help you apply the medicine."

The waist was tightened even more, almost breaking.

Cheng Yan's fingertips as he held the medicine bottle turned frighteningly white, and he bit his lower lip tightly without crying out in pain.

Grievances...Who could he tell about what he had to endure last night?

"You can treat me like you did last night again until you calm down."

There was no expression on his completely pale face. Cheng Yan was hugged by Duotole, like an unconscious wooden man.

A strong feeling of powerlessness surged in Dotore's heart, and his heart throbbed with pain.

"Cheng Yan, I don't want to argue with you."

Cheng Yan turned around, and the hand that was around his waist just now loosened with a slight struggle.

"Take medicine."

A more powerless atmosphere.

Dotore sat beside the bed and let Cheng Yan apply medicine to him.

I had so many things I wanted to say, but as soon as I saw Cheng Yan's face, I suddenly felt powerless.

Even if he was wrong last night, Cheng Yan did that kind of thing with someone else when he was out. Does he expect him to remain indifferent?

The corners of his eyes were stained bright red. Dotole looked at Cheng Yan's expressionless face and just wanted to pin him down and question him harshly.

He used to be able to admit his mistakes so easily, but now he treats himself like this.

Just because of last night, everything that happened before will no longer count.