"It hurts!"
Dali fell to the ground with sweat on his forehead. The chair beside him was shattered into pieces.
"What's going on?"
Lu Ziqiao hurriedly asked Qiao Ye when he saw the situation.
"She sat on Zhang Wei's chair, and then the chair cracked.”
Qiao Ye replied calmly.
"A chair! My chair!"
Upon seeing this scene, Zhang Wei was filled with sorrow. He rushed over and hugged the chair.
"A chair? Zhang Wei, what kind of chair is this? Dali's figure was so slim that he could even collapse from sitting?”
Lu Ziqiao looked at Zhang Wei, who was mourning for his chair, and said unhappily.
"My chair-"
Zhang Wei ignored what was happening outside the window and continued to cry.
"It's okay, Lawyer Zhang. I'll compensate you for your chair.”
Da Li gritted his teeth and stood up with Qiao Ye's help.
It was obvious that there was a bruise on the outside of her right leg, and her left calf was still bleeding internally.
He wouldn't have ended up like this even if he had fallen to the ground, but the shattered chair had become a lethal weapon.
"That's great!"
Zhang Wei 'broke into a smile' and stood up.
"Are you alright?"
Lu Ziqiao was stunned." Zhang Wei, your actions have completely explained what it means to be destined to be lonely for life!"”
"What woolen Qiao! If someone else is already taken, even if I care about her, I won't be able to repay her. I might as well ask for compensation to stop the loss. Didn't you do this often in the past?”
Zhang Wei glared at Lu Ziqiao and said.
"I don't know that girl. She's living next door now and we see each other every now and then.”
Lu Ziqiao covered his face and said speechlessly.
"It's fine, Dali doesn't blame you. But Zhang Wei, you really have to thank Dali. If this chair is for that couple to sit on later, things won't be so easy to resolve.”
Qiao Ye supported Zhuge Dali, who was trembling, and said.
"That's right! If the chair had broken at that time, not only would I have lost money, but the studio's signboard might have also been ruined.”
Zhang Wei realized what Qiao Ye was saying and realized that it made sense.
"Why don't you guys pay for the chair?”
Zhang Wei asked tentatively.
"Forget it, a chair isn't expensive. I'll buy you a better quality one as a belated gift to celebrate your opening.”
Qiao Ye replied speechlessly.
"Are you alright? Can you walk?"
Qiao Ye looked down at Dali and asked.
" I can try... Ah!"
Just as Dali was about to stand up and try, Qiao Ye picked him up by the waist.
"I'll bring her back to the next room to get her bandaged. You can let Ziqiao deal with that couple, Zhang Wei.”
After saying that, Princess Qiao Ye carried the dazed Zhuge Dali and returned to Dali Room 3601.
"I can do it myself."
Sitting on the bed, Da Li lowered her head. Qiao Ye was helping her stop the bleeding and bandage her wound.
Qiao Ye didn't say anything and his hands didn't stop.
"Alright, I'll give you a day off today. Science has proven that sleep helps wounds heal.”
Qiao Ye carefully placed Dali's legs on the bed and covered them with the blanket. He then drew the curtains and said before leaving.
"It hurts. I can't sleep."
Dali didn't know how to act coquettishly, but she didn't realize that her current tone sounded like she was acting coquettishly.
"It's okay. It won't hurt anymore if you close your eyes.”
Qiao Ye, who was standing at the door, smiled and said.
“……”
Da Li thought that Qiao Ye was coaxing her, but he still obediently closed his eyes.
“HeavensDoor！”
Looking at Zhuge Dali, who had already fainted and had his face turned into a book, Qiao Ye picked up the fountain pen in his shirt and walked over.
"I'm very sleepy. I'll sleep for eight hours until night.”
"The wound won't feel pain, and the pain won't travel to the brain.”
After writing these two sentences, Qiao Ye walked out of the room, closed the door, and removed the Door to Heaven.
"Hmm?"
Da Li, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes in a daze. She felt a wave of sleepiness. Before she could think further, she fell asleep.
Qiao Ye, who was standing at the door, did not leave. After waiting for a while, he used Reaper 13 again and entered Dali's dream.
Just like last time, Qiao Ye used the minuscule healing ability of Death God 13 to heal Zhuge Dali's injuries in his dream.
"Oh, right."
After completing all these actions, Qiao Ye was about to leave and return to his room when he suddenly thought of something. He grabbed the doorknob, opened Dali's door, and walked in.
Qiao Ye lifted Dali's blanket and stretched his hand towards Dali's slender legs.
Was he going to take the opportunity to do something beastly?
Of course not. Qiao Ye removed the bandage on her leg.
Holding the bloodstained bandage, Qiao Ye casually threw it into the trash can in the living room. This pile of trash would be thrown away by the hardworking Hu Yifei later. This was something that happened every day.
Although Qiao Ye wasn't afraid of exposing his ability, in order to prevent Zhuge Dali from having any doubts, it was better to eliminate the things that would cause problems.
Eight hours later-
"Dali, Dali, it's dinner time!”
Hu Yifei knocked on Dali's door and shouted.
"Oh?"
In the room, Zhuge Dali rubbed his eyes in a daze. He opened his eyes and looked around.
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