Li Yeqi's gaze softened as he looked at the girl who was resolutely blocking him, her frail body trembling with fear, yet insisting on protecting him. How could that not move his heart?
"Xixi, be obedient and stay aside. I'm alright."
Yan Luoxi stared intently at the stick in Uncle Zhong's hand. One strike would tear flesh and draw blood. He seemed fine now, but soon he wouldn't be. How could she just stand by and watch that happen to him?
With a choked voice, she said, "Li Yeqi, I'm dragging you down. If it weren't for your concern about me, you wouldn't have gone to the film set. I'm younger than you; I can take a beating. It will be okay soon."
Li Yeqi's eyes darkened—did this girl think he was old, that his body couldn't heal itself quickly?
If not for the situation, he would have liked to show her just how 'old' he really was.
