Chen Qingyue held back the pain and was about to stand up.

"Does it hurt?" A familiar man's voice sounded behind him.

Chen Qingyue naturally didn't know that when she came out of the wooden house, Nangong Youlin was always by her side, and she appeared without the slightest hesitation.

Chen Qingyue didn't look at him, and her petite body subconsciously retreated.

"Qingyue, don't be reckless, the night by the sea is very cold." The man looked at Chen Qingyue, his slender fingers casually resting on the door, and his elite eyes flashed with a touch of anger.

"I want to be alone?" Chen Qingyue raised her head and looked at the man standing tall, and a trace of pain could be faintly seen on her pale face.

The man didn't speak for a long time, and Chen Qingyue was fortunate not to look at him and lowered his head.

Suddenly, Chen Qingyue felt that her eyes were covered by shadows, and before she could raise her head, the whole person was already in the man's arms.

"You put me down." Chen Qingyue looked at the man's handsome side face in shock, and a familiar sandalwood fragrance made the sound of breathing slightly shorter.

"Don't move." The man looked at her loose hair, and there was a little sand on her forehead and face, which made her whole pale face feel lifeless.

The huge figure of the man surrounds Chen Qingyue's petite body, and the lines of the side face are resolute and tough.

"Chen Qingyue, do you think you can stay safely by the beach for one night?" The man looked up into her eyes, and his beautiful lips curled into a mocking smile.

Chen Qingyue's movements stiffened suddenly, she knew very well in her heart that the temperature difference between day and night on the seaside was large, if she really stayed here for one night, she would probably freeze to death tomorrow morning.

Realizing this, Chen Qingyue still struggled, not letting the man hold her, but following the man to the house to rest.

The man's house has a bedroom and a living room, he settled Chen Qingyue, and he went to sleep on the sofa in the living room.

Chen Qingyue was lying on the bed, the wound on her body was faintly painful, and Chen Qingyue was a little physically exhausted by walking too many miles just now, so she fell asleep after lying on the bed.

It was late at night, and before the man could sleep, he quietly opened the bedrooms, stood at the door and looked at Chen Qingyue's curled up appearance slightly, frowning but not speaking in the end.

Let her sleep like this, and forget the unpleasantness of being in the cabin for a while.

Nangong Youlin thought like this, and a smile appeared on his face.

No one knows his feelings for Chen Qingyue.

Maybe it was because of Baili Qingwu at first, but gradually, whether it was Baili Qingwu or Chen Qingyue, he loved it.

It's just that the man inadvertently looked at the wound on her white palm, he went to find some disinfectant and the like, and quietly opened the door, I looked at Chen Qingyue, who had fallen asleep, and the man raised her scratched hand without saying a word, and the cotton swab stained in the disinfectant wiped the dirt on her wound at a gentle speed.

And all this, Chen Qingyue didn't know at all, he supported his side face with one hand and looked at Chen Qingyue who was sitting not far away, her soft hair covered her side face, and this woman even had a tired look between her eyebrows.

Chen Qingyue's height is less than her chin, but the strength contained in her small body makes him not to be underestimated.

Thinking like this, the man's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at her.

The handsome and extraordinary face was gradually shrouded in a haze, and the picture of her running away in embarrassment could not help but appear in my mind.

The slender fingers gently rubbed Chen Qingyue's face with a warm temperature, her long curly eyelashes trembled, as if she felt uncomfortable and frowned slightly, and the eyebrows never calmed down after they were raised.