CHAPTER 560: CHAPTER 561: THROWING HER ONTO THE BED

Tang Jingming rarely got this angry, and for some reason, he felt a tightness in his chest right then.

Ye Tiao, caught off guard by being pushed away like that, was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It doesn’t hurt," Tang Jingming said with a dark face, abruptly standing up, "Go on your date then!"

Ye Tiao’s first thought was that perhaps Tang Jingming had already burned his hand when she was making the call.

After all, a pot of soup that size is no small matter, a burn could be severe if the temperature was high enough!

And with so much soup, besides hurting his hand, it might have burned other parts as well.

Was that why Tang Jingming was so angry because of the way she acted on the phone just now?

Once Ye Tiao had sorted it out in her heart and understood some of the reasons for Tang Jingming’s anger, guilt started to rise within her.

If only she had asked a few more questions, Ye Tiao realized, her concern for him had been far too little.

Ye Tiao was about to step forward when Tang Jingming turned and retreated to his room, violently slamming the door with a loud crash.

Hearing that tremendous sound, Ye Tiao’s heart also skipped a beat.

She approached and turned the doorknob.

Luckily, the door was unlocked.

Ye Tiao turned on the light and immediately saw Tang Jingming lying on the bed.

Tang Jingming lay face down on the bed, looking utterly dejected.

When he sensed Ye Tiao’s entry, he showed little reaction until she sat down.

Tang Jingming suddenly sat up violently, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and said, "What the hell do you mean by this!"

Ye Tiao was utterly flustered, "What do you mean by what?"

It was right after she uttered those words that Ye Tiao suddenly noticed Tang Jingming’s eyes were slightly red.

Subconsciously, Ye Tiao looked towards Tang Jingming’s hand.

The room’s lighting wasn’t particularly bright, but Ye Tiao saw the redness on the back of Tang Jingming’s hand in an instant.

It was not only red and swollen, but the veins on the back of his hand were also very prominent due to his exertion, making it look contorted and ghastly, a sight that was startling.

The way she gazed at Tang Jingming’s hand seemed to stir something within him, making his heart feel ticklish and slippery, causing an involuntary tremor deep down.

This foreign sensation was roaring inside his soul, trembling inside it, making him lose control!

Tang Jingming couldn’t help wanting to get closer, even closer.

Ye Tiao, seeing the redness and swelling on Tang Jingming’s hand, couldn’t help but imagine the excruciating pain of all that soup spilling over his hand. A shiver ran through her, and when she lifted her head, she met Tang Jingming’s eyes without any warning.

This brother of hers was holding onto her arms at that moment, the distance between them was precariously close, an unexpected closeness that took Ye Tiao by surprise, facing his intensity.

A strange feeling transmitted from Tang Jingming, and Ye Tiao instinctively wanted to dodge away, feeling somewhat embarrassed for some reason.

In an attempt to alleviate the tension, Ye Tiao let out a dry laugh and said, "Go to the hospital..."

The red in Tang Jingming’s eyes seemed to fade a bit, then he almost awkwardly released her hands, turned around, and threw himself on the bed, mumbling, "No."

Ye Tiao thought he was just being childish. She reached to pull his shirt and said, "How can you not go, it clearly looks very painful..."

The agitation inside Tang Jingming was about to explode. When she tugged at him like that, it was as if he reached a breaking point. In the next instant, the impulsiveness in his mind took over, and he abruptly got up, seized Ye Tiao’s hand, and flung her fiercely onto the bed.