Really There's Nothing I Can Do about This Lousy Child

Just as he walked a few steps, the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind him. Just as Xu Nian was about to go downstairs, his wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by someone from behind. He did not have much strength left, but Xu Nian did not struggle free, and slowly turned around.

Xu Ling stood behind him and raised his tender little face, his pitch-black pupils stubbornly staring straight at Xu Nian. His pale white cheeks still had one or two drops of sparkling sweat on them, and before Xu Nian could wipe them away, his perspiration had slowly trickled from his forehead to his lower jaw.

"Brother, do you really not want me anymore?"

Xu Ling couldn't care less about the sweat that was pouring down his head, he just sat on the cold floor like an abandoned dog, with both of his hands tightly holding onto Xu Nian's palms, as if he was afraid that Xu Nian would throw him away again.

Small body, red pupils, stubborn expression, quiet corridor.