After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE Chapter 164

“Xie Xinglin, you can't even take good care of your belongings. You're worse than a kindergartener.”

The storm was getting heavier. The wind howled as the rain poured down.

The broken umbrella in the girl's hand was being dismembered by the wind, but she still stubbornly tried to cover his body with the umbrella, as if she could somehow beg for more blessings for him from the heavens.

A white light flashed across the dull gray sky. When the deafening thunder roared, Xie Xinglin looked at the person in front of him, feeling that his heartbeat was clearer than this thunder.

He stared at the girl in the pink raincoat. The blood on his arm was being carried by rainwater that flowed down his arm and disappeared into the gap in the ground.

All his hurt, everything inside that had yearned to be noticed by someone, seemed to be within her eyes, erased by this moment.

The past ten-or-so years have felt like a long, drowsy dream. In the dream, he wore a stiff mask, his heart frozen, and lived like a corpse.

It was like falling into an icy bottomless ocean, drowning with his eyes closed.

The sun couldn't touch him, and the moon would not pity him.

But now, a faint starlight penetrated the surface of the sea and shone into the bottom of the sea.

It was the only light illuminating him in the endless darkness.

He's no longer falling.

He closed his eyes slightly and heard his own heartbeat, loud and clear.

He knew, understood, accepted—

He's a goner.

He took the bait willingly and accepted his fate.

In the end, Xie Xinglin insisted on not going to the hospital.

Su Qiuge had no choice but to take him home.

He was silent the whole way. Su Qiuge sometimes felt that he was staring at her, but when she turned her head, she saw that he was looking down, thinking about something.

Maybe it was her own imagination; she was thinking too much.

Back at home, Su Qiuge was fortunate to find that the old wound on his arm was not severely torn. It's something she can treat.

Su Qiuge changed her shoes and found that her socks were also wet, so she took off her socks and put them on the shoe cabinet.

Then, she went barefoot to the cabinet to get the first aid kit. There were slight water stains in the places she walked.

Xie Xinglin's coat was mostly wet, and of course she was no better. The rain was too heavy, making the raincoat useless. Now the entire pink raincoat was sticking to her skin, and she was wet from the inside out. The clothes on her felt several times heavier.

Su Qiuge brought out the first aid kit and put it on the coffee table in the living room. After a few steps, she let out a sneeze she had been trying to hold in.

Su Qiuge was talking to him before, but he had been ignoring her.

This man seems to be living in his own world.

After a while, he raised his eyes and stared at her for a while.

This made Su Qiuge feel a little inexplicable.

Xie Xinglin looked down at the first aid kit, and finally opened his mouth slowly, “Go take a bath. I'll treat the wound myself.”

Su Qiuge let out a sigh of relief. At first, she wondered was being silent because he was not feeling well, but he seems fine now.

Su Qiuge hesitated: “But…”

Xie Xinglin lifted his eyelids and said slowly, “Don't worry, I'm not crippled. I can take care of myself.”

Su Qiuge: “…”

Halfway through speaking, Xie Xinglin looked up at her with a hint of ambiguous flirt in his eyes, “Judging by how you're acting right now, if something does happen to me, are you planning to take care of me for the rest of your life?”

Su Qiuge: “…”

Okay, she's overthinking.

If this person is still in the mood to joke, there must not be much problem with his body.

But when her eyes fell on his jacket, she changed her mind again, “Go change your clothes, dry them, and they will be wearable when the rain stops.”

After thinking for a while, she said hesitantly, “But I might not have clothes that you can wear here. I have a bathrobe, why don't you make do with it?”

She went to the closet to grab the bathrobe for him, then sneezed again.

Only then did she realize that her legs were shaking.

She gasped faintly, “I'm going to take a bath. You go ahead and treat your wound.”

Xie Xinglin glanced over her subconsciously. The girl was barefoot, her small and dainty toes moved slightly, and up there was a pair of fair and delicate ankles.

The door of the bathroom was closed, although it was far from the living room, but for some reason, the faint sound of water in the bathroom seemed to fall on the apex of his heart.

He paused slightly as he applied the medicine, then raised his eyes and looked towards the bathroom. Through the frosted glass, you can see a little silhouette moving inside.

For some reason, at this moment, the image of the girl standing in the bathroom, her skirt slipping off and hanging on her smooth and beautiful calf appeared in his mind.

Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his throat felt a little dry.

He looked away immediately.

It's just that the sound of water coming from the bathroom hooked onto his ears. The more he didn't want to think about it, the clearer it became. More and more indescribable images generated in his mind.

Before other beastly thoughts appeared, Xie Xinglin expressionlessly exerted more strength while applying the medicine.

The dense pain came from the wound, waking him up, and the restless heat of his body gradually subsided.

He threw the cotton swab into the trash can and scoffed lightly.

He was laughing at himself for acting as if he had never seen the real world before.

When he was previously in a nightclub, it's not like there weren't any women who tried to seduce and tease him with their bodies. But it's a pity that the deliberate actions of those people were far inferior to that of her unintentional, subtle movements that constricted his breaths.

Even if he's really goner, there is no need to be so vulgar, thinking about doing such things to them.

If he scared her away, wouldn't the loss outweigh the gain?

He lowered his eyes, looking at the pendant on his wrist.

He won't lose it again.

Since the lost star had somehow stumbled into his arms, he would hold her firmly within his grasp.

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