Chapter 164 Does It Hurt?

When they reached the door of the room, An Shijue finally let her go.

Her hand was finally free, but Cheng Anyue felt a sense of loss in her heart.

"Go to bed early." An Shijue said, turning around and preparing to leave.

"Brother!" Cheng Anyue shouted, and her hand quickly grabbed his hand.

An Shijue paused and turned back to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Anyue looked at his face and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

A trace of surprise flashed across An Shijue's deep eyes, and then he shook his head.

"Liar!" Cheng Anyue curled her lips, "It must hurt."

Just by listening to the sound, you can tell that An Zhengyang's slap was very strong.

"Go to bed early." An Shijue said again.

"No!" Cheng Anyue refused, and she suddenly pulled An Shijue forward.

An Shijue looked at her thin figure, and it was rare for him to cooperate, so he followed her and wanted to see what she wanted to do.

This night, she brought him too many shocks.

Maybe there would be nothing more surprising.

When they got downstairs, Cheng Anyue asked An Shijue to sit on the sofa, and she ran to the kitchen.

The housekeeper looked at An Shijue's slightly swollen face and asked, "Master, I'll get you some medicine."

"No need." An Shijue said indifferently, his eyes fixed on the kitchen door.

"Yes!" The housekeeper stepped aside, but he was a little dissatisfied with An Zhengyang in his heart.

The master never took the young master seriously. Now that the young master is the head of the family, why is he still so ignorant of the importance.

No wonder the young master doesn't like him.

At this moment, Cheng Anyue came out of the kitchen with a piece of ice in her hand.

"Grandpa housekeeper, give me a towel." She shouted to the housekeeper beside her.

"Yes!" The housekeeper responded.

Cheng Anyue walked to An Shijue and sat down. Looking at his slightly swollen face, she became even more angry.

It was fine, but my brother's beautiful face became like this.

"Miss, here's the towel you asked for." The housekeeper came over and handed the towel to Cheng Anyue.

"Thank you, Grandpa Housekeeper." Cheng Anyue took it and put the big piece of ice in the towel.

She looked at An Shijue and said seriously: "Brother, if it hurts, just make a sound. I'll give you a cold compress now."

An Shijue looked at her and didn't say anything, which was considered as tacit agreement.

Cheng Anyue took the ice and rolled it carefully on the side of his face where he was beaten, with a very serious expression.

It was the first time that An Shijue looked at her at such a close distance. Her face was very small, probably only the size of his palm, and her eyes were black, like gems.

In addition, her eyelashes were very long, fluttering, and she looked very cute.

Sister... He murmured in his heart.

Perhaps only at this moment can he understand the meaning of these two words.

In this world, except for the deceased mother, there is probably no one who will protect him like her.

Being protected by a girl who is several years younger than him, he actually feels good.

He finally understood why he had behaved so strangely before. Maybe she was born to be his sister.

After all, God had taken away too many things from him, and it was time to give him something in return.

Cheng Anyue was concentrating on applying facial mask to An Shijue at this moment, and she didn't notice that the way he looked at her had changed at all.

When she felt that it was almost done, she took off the ice cubes, looked at An Shijue's face carefully, and nodded with satisfaction, "Brother is still as beautiful as before."

As if she realized that there was something wrong with her words, she secretly glanced at An Shijue and happened to meet his eyes.

She smiled awkwardly, "Brother, I mean you are handsome."

An Shijue looked at her like a kitten, and there seemed to be warmth flowing in his heart.

His eyes fell on her red hands, "Hands are cold?"