20demayo Chapter 87 He Pities Her
Chapter 87 He Pities Her
Chapter 87 He Pities Her
Yue Yirou stared at him blankly, but she was waiting for an answer.
But even after they got out of the elevator, Yan Ye still hadn't given her an answer.
It seems there's no escaping it again. Yue Yirou sighed inwardly, slowly closed her eyes, and let Yan Ye carry her towards the bedroom.
No matter when, she was powerless to stop him, unless Night Baby appeared.
She tried to provoke him, and Night Baby would appear, but when she remembered seeing him clutching his head in pain in the garden, she suddenly realized she couldn't bear it.
She decided that she would never again deliberately provoke Night Baby in order to make him appear.
Because she couldn't bear to hurt him anymore.
Not only could she not bear it, but the thought of that scene also caused her heart to ache inexplicably.
She hated Yan Ye so much, she never imagined that one day she would feel sorry for this man.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of running water. When she opened her eyes, she found that Yan Ye had carried her into the bathroom again.
However, this time seems different from the last one.
He turned on the tap on the countertop, then placed her on the countertop to sit, with her facing the sink sideways.
After quickly washing his hands, he placed her arm under the tap, held her arm with one hand, and used the other hand to catch water in his palm to gently wash her arm, helping her clean off the mud stuck to it.
"Yue Yirou, you've misunderstood this time," Yan Ye said calmly as he carefully washed her arms.
She was wrong; he didn't carry her back to the room to have sex with her.
Staring blankly as he carefully and meticulously washed her arms, Yue Yirou felt increasingly confused.
Was he being so careful because he was worried about hurting her?
Is he showing her pity?
"It's not that I'm tired of you. Didn't you complain before that I was too much of a handful? Even if I wanted to, I couldn't possibly wear you out, could I?"
Suddenly, she remembered what Yan Ye had said to her here last time. Could it be that he really was pitying her?
These days, he hasn't been trying to overcome any weakness he can't control over her; instead, he's been feeling sorry for her.
He pitied her!
There's a soft, gentle place in my heart.
She couldn't help but want to softly call his name, but Lu Tingyun's face suddenly flashed through her mind, like a blow to the head, and Yue Yirou instantly came back to her senses.
That's when she realized she had missed the point.
The point is not that Yan Ye pities her, but that Yan Ye is not trying to overcome any weakness she has that he cannot control.
She had too much of an imagination; Yan Ye never even considered trying to control his infatuation with her.
This is how to do?
When will she be able to get rid of him?
She thought she would be able to get rid of him soon, but it turned out that he never even considered getting tired of her.
Feeling extremely agitated, Yue Yirou habitually raised her hand to grab her hair.
"What are you doing?"
An unpleasant voice rang in her ears, and Yue Yirou realized that she had been ignoring Yan Ye. She immediately put her hands back into the sink.
"I didn't do anything, my scalp just suddenly got a little itchy, so I scratched it."
Yan Ye glared at her, but said nothing.
Her arms felt smooth and soft to the touch. As he washed them, he became somewhat aroused. If she hadn't suddenly raised her hand to grab her hair, he probably would have been hugging and kissing her nonstop by now.
Her sudden outburst brought him to his senses instantly.
After forcefully shaking off those thoughts, Yan Ye continued to carefully scrub the last bit of mud clinging to Yue Yirou's slender, fair arms.
After washing her thoroughly, he took a towel, dried her off, and then carried her outside.
After leaving the bathroom, Yan Ye put her down and went to the wardrobe. He opened it, intending to take out a suit to change into, but after hesitating for a while, he took out a set of dark gray loungewear instead.
Then, as if Yue Yirou were air, she naturally took off her cartoon pajamas and put on this dark gray pajamas.
When Yue Yirou saw Yan Ye walk towards the wardrobe, she guessed that he was going to change his clothes. At that moment, she turned around without hesitation and faced away from him.
She thought to herself, "How can this man be so shameless? He never asks me to leave before he changes his clothes."
After changing his clothes, Yan Ye walked to the coffee table, picked up his phone, checked the date, and couldn't help but frown.
This time, the night baby appeared for a full five days, the longest in the past two years.
Yan Ye put his phone in his pants pocket, walked over, picked up Yue Yirou again, and walked out of the bedroom into the study next door.
He hadn't worked for many days and needed to quickly deal with some work-related matters.
His study was large. After carrying Yue Yirou inside, he put her down, then moved a single sofa to a place far enough away from his desk to ensure that it was not exposed to computer radiation and that he could see it clearly while sitting at his desk, before putting it down.
Then, he beckoned to Yue Yirou: "Yirou, come here."
Yue Yirou felt confused ever since he carried her into the study, and she felt even more confused when she saw him move the sofa.
What does he want to do?
Hesitantly, she took a small step and walked towards him.
"Yan Ye, you..."
"Sit down." Yan Ye pointed to the sofa next to him.
Feeling uneasy under his chilling gaze, Yue Yirou sat down on the sofa, then looked up at Yan Ye with a puzzled expression.
"Sit still, sit still. You are not allowed to go anywhere while I am working. You need to ask me for permission to go to the restroom. I will go with you if I think it is reasonable."
"..."
Is he mentally ill?
Yue Yirou's eyes widened in surprise as she glared angrily at Yan Ye.
Yan Ye narrowed his eyes, and a sharp, cold, and chilling light shot out from his star-like eyes, frightening Yue Yirou into immediately adopting a docile and obedient demeanor.
"Okay, I'll be good."
Yan Ye turned and walked toward his desk with a cold face. The moment he turned around, a pleased and satisfied smile appeared on his handsome lips.
Unbeknownst to him, almost the instant he curled his lips into a smile, Yue Yirou stood up and began punching and kicking his back, silently cursing as she did so.
It wasn't until he walked to the desk and was about to turn around that Yue Yirou sat down, instantly transforming into a docile little lamb.
Seeing how obedient and docile Yue Yirou was, Yan Ye's expression softened.
He sat down, turned on his computer, and started working.
Yue Yirou outwardly appeared as a docile little lamb, but inwardly she had cursed Yan Ye hundreds of times.
As she continued to curse, she suddenly remembered that Yan Ye wasn't overcoming some weakness that he couldn't control over her, and that he wouldn't get tired of her so quickly, which made her feel incredibly irritated again.
When will she finally be able to get rid of him?
When will he get tired of her?
Why isn't he tired of her yet?
Now, she no longer thinks about being unable to accept things and contemplating suicide; she thinks about how to get rid of Yan Ye and why Yan Ye hasn't gotten tired of her yet.