Leng Yu Yan hastily said, "Aunt, Uncle, just help me up, and that'll do."
Yet Ye Yiheng, as if he hadn't heard, nodded slightly to the elderly couple and then turned around to carry her into the house.
After setting her down on the floor, he asked, "Does it hurt?"
His voice carried a teasing tone, mixed with amusement.
Leng Yu Yan furrowed her brows, rubbing her sore backside; to say it didn't hurt would be a lie.
She had suspected that he had seen her in her "heart clothes" and felt uneasy about it. As she passed by him, she didn't want to be too close to him, so she walked on the cleared path's edge.
Who would have thought that the remaining snow on the pathway's edge, though flattened, had turned to ice in some places, slick enough for her to fall right on her bottom.
He was actually laughing at her!
Ye Yiheng laughed again, "If it hurts, you should rub it more yourself. I'll be going out."
"Hey…"
