Chapter 122 You did a great job.

Pei Yu frowned and half-knelt beside Shen Zhiyi, wanting to reach out to help her, but he hesitated for some reason. "Where are you hurt?"

He was about to withdraw his outstretched hand before it touched her, but Shen Zhiyi grabbed it and looked at him intently, "Aren't you pretending not to know me?"

Well done.

Pei Yu lowered his eyes and saw the barely noticeable bruise on her wrist. He paused and let her hold his hand. "No... Let me see where you are hurt."

He obviously didn't want to talk, and this wasn't the right place. Shen Zhiyi loosened his grip and turned away coldly, "No need."

She looked at Qin Fang, who was approaching because he was confused about the situation, and raised her head slightly, and said politely, "Mr. Qin, can you give me a hand?"

Qin Fang paused for a moment, wondering if he had heard it wrongly, "W-what?"

With Pei Yu here, how could it be his turn?
He took another step forward hesitantly, "Brother Pei?"

what happened?
The atmosphere was tense for a moment. Some people looked over here, not knowing what had happened. Shen Zhiyi saw that Qin Fang couldn't move, so she supported herself on her knees and tried to stand up. As soon as she moved, Pei Yu immediately reached out his hand, but was pushed away by Shen Zhiyi.

Pei Yu stretched out his hand and slowly clenched it into a fist. He sighed silently, knowing that he had really annoyed her. He said softly, "Let's take a look at your injury first, and then talk, okay?"

"Mr. Pei," a female voice interrupted. It was the lady who had just been introduced to Pei Yu. She came out of the box and saw this scene. She stopped a few steps away in shock.

From her angle, she could only see Shen Zhiyi's profile, but she was undoubtedly a beautiful woman. However, what surprised her was Pei Yu's posture at the moment - the man who was always high and mighty bent his knees and whispered something. Even if she couldn't hear what he was saying, she could tell something from the soft lines of his eyebrows and eyes.

She spoke subconsciously, and regretted it as soon as she spoke because she didn't know what to say.

Pei Yu didn't look at her, but Shen Zhiyi looked over here following the sound. However, before she could see her appearance clearly, her view was blocked by Qin Fang who suddenly moved closer.

Her gaze fell on Pei Yu again.

When this man saw her just now, he had a cold and expressionless face, as if her existence was not worthy of his attention at all. But now he lowered his head and looked submissive, as if she was making things difficult for him. It was really infuriating.

She pursed her lips, not wanting to pay attention to him, nor did she want to be watched here. She moved her ankle and only felt a slight pain, which did not affect her walking, so she stood up.

Almost at the moment she stood up, Pei Yu put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. He hooked his other hand around her knees and picked her up.

Shen Zhiyi was startled and lowered his voice, "Pei Yu!"

There are so many people watching here!
Knowing what she meant, Pei Yu comforted her, "It's okay."

He walked towards the exit of the hall, passed by Qin Fang, and signaled to him with his eyes. Qin Fang handed him the coat that Pei Yu had asked him to hold before, and covered Shen Zhiyi with it to hide her face.

The coat was stained with the familiar scent of agarwood. Even though her face was covered, Shen Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed and regretted coming here to find him - she was angry and irritated, so she wanted to see him urgently.

Pei Yu carried her for a few minutes and then placed her on the soft sofa. He took off her coat. Shen Zhiyi lowered her head and saw Pei Yu squatting beside her legs, gently touching her sprained ankle.

"Does it hurt?"

In fact, it was just a slight twist, and Shen Zhiyi's big reaction was half due to psychological effects.

She rushed to find someone, but was met with a cold face. She was angry and aggrieved, and so annoyed that she couldn't bear even the slightest pain.

It didn't hurt anymore. She pulled her legs back and didn't let him touch her. "It doesn't hurt, not at all."

Worried that she was saying this out of anger, Pei Yu was worried and asked again and again, "Really?"

He was half squatting, taller than the seated Shen Zhiyi. He looked up at her with his head slightly tilted back. The light reflected in his dark eyes, and his pupils were a light amber. Both his posture and tone were humble.

Shen Zhiyi suddenly stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, "It doesn't hurt as much as here."

Her skin was white, and under the cold light it looked almost transparent, and the bruises that had not yet faded away became even more obvious, making it impossible for Pei Yu to ignore them.

He gently held her wrist, not daring to use force, and pressed his lips to the bruise, "I'm sorry."

He knew that he had really lost his composure that day and had no control over his strength at all. It was reasonable for her to be angry with him, annoyed with him, and even hate him.

"Three days," Shen Zhiyi's face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to be letting up at all. "It took you three days to apologize to me."

She was shocked and angry that day, and was exhausted both physically and mentally. She didn't calm down until she arrived at the set to film the next day. As a result, Pei Yu never contacted her actively. This man actually ignored her for three days.

"I'm sorry," Pei Yu apologized again, his lips pressed against the inside of her wrist, and he whispered, "I was afraid you would hate me."

He didn't know how to face her look of disgust or even resistance.

"so what?"

Shen Zhiyi looked at him and frowned, "So you plan to just ignore it and keep avoiding me?"

She pulled her hand back and continued to guess his thoughts, "So you decided to draw a line between us and part ways, just like I did to you before?"

It was he who said he wanted to start over. When she wanted to break up, he didn't want to, and when she didn't want to get back together, he didn't want to either. Does that mean he has to have the final say on both the beginning and the end?

"No," Pei Yu grabbed her hand that was about to be taken back and organized his words as quickly as possible, "I don't think so."

"I just," he paused, rarely showing such a dejected expression, as if he really had no idea what to do, "I just don't know what to do."

He swore to Meng Qiming that he knew how to please Shen Zhiyi, but there was no confidence in his words, like a balloon that would burst with a poke. Everything he did was based on the basic principle of "wanting to make Shen Zhiyi happy", but he was not sure whether she was happy or not.

In front of her, he was always a person who didn't know how to make up for his mistakes.

"Zhizhi," Pei Yu put his face in her palm, "Can you teach me?"

His gaze seemed to be warm, burning Shen Zhiyi so much that she wanted to avoid it. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as he finished speaking.

"You don't need me to teach you," she tilted her head, her palms burning, "you're doing great."

If he really didn't know what to do, if he really wasn't doing it well enough, then she wouldn't be here today.

Isn't it what she has always wanted to be able to draw a clear line between herself and him?
It was he who changed her mind. Shen Zhiyi had always been ashamed to admit it, but she could not deceive her own heart.

(End of this chapter)