Heart Protection (Back from the Brink)

CHAPTER 2

Because of her heartbeats, Yan Hui was dumbfounded for a long time.

But what was puzzling was that Yan Hui had already snapped out of her long spell of absent-mindedness, yet the youth was still blankly staring at her.

Yan Hui thought about it and was immediately filled with astonishment. Could it be......this boy was also touched by her?

But if she remembered correctly, earlier she was soaked, and then she rolled around in a hay pile. Who knew how sorry of a figure she was cutting. Would the young man really be moved by her?

Yan Hui secretly thought it was because her face was too entrancing.

However Yan Hui gradually realized something was wrong with the boy's eyes......

The light in his eyes was too intense. He stared at her like a hawk staring at a rabbit, like a hungry wolf staring at an easy prey, like a prisoner on death row staring at the key unlocking his cell.

"Hey." Yan Hui called out to him. It seemed like she woke him up from a dream. The young man blinked a few times, scattering the intense light. His eyes turned away, no longer meeting Yan Hui's gaze.

Yan Hui actually never looked away from him: "Are you that Old Lady Xiao's grandson?"

This young man looked at most 15 years old. He was slim. His complexion, whether it was because of sickness or malnourishment, was pale. His lips even had a blue tinge. He looked down and focused single-mindedly on the things in his hands. His calm look was completely different from before.

The youth ignored her. Minding his own business, he walked in holding some bowls in his hands. He knelt down in front of Yan Hui and placed three bowls one by one on the floor.

Yan Hui was confused. Wasn't Old Lady Xiao's grandson an idiot? But just earlier the light in the guy's eyes looked......

Why were there so many twists?

"Hey......" Yan Hui's voice just got out when the young man finished putting down the bowls and got up to leave.

Yan Hui blanked for an instant. Her gaze swept over the rice porridge, pickled vegetables, and mantou (Chinese steamed bun). She immediately panicked, forgetting everything else. She hurriedly yelled at the youth's back: "Wait, wait! That's it? I'm still tied up! You want me to put my face in it?"

Leaving after throwing the food there, did he think she was a pig?!

The youth's footsteps paused. He thought for a minute and then walked back. He knelt down in front of Yan Hui. Then he grabbed the bowl of rice porridge and placed it by Yan Hui's mouth. Yan Hui was starved; when the youth tipping the bowl, she gulped it clean. Then she rudely ordered: "Stuff the mantou with the pickled vegetables."

The young man's eyebrows jumped slightly due to the yelled instruction.

Right now, Yan Hui had no patience to spare. She was preoccupied with the things in the bowls: "Hurry up!"

The young man didn't say a word. He only crouched down and did as she said. The pickled vegetables were stuffed into the mantou and fed into Yan Hui's mouth.

Yan Hui didn't pay any particular attention to the man and wolfed down two mantous. She waited until her stomach was no longer starving. Only then did she spare the effort to look away from the food. She chewed and shot a glance at the youth whose hand was outstretched, holding a mantou in front of her. Right now his gaze was dull. It was hard to say if he was an idiot or not, but at least it wasn't the terrifying intense gaze from before.