He is a paranoid schizophrenic

  "Right!" she said. "If you're injured, I can help you with your wounds, but that doesn't mean I can undress you at will or look at your body as I please."

  "If I said you could?" His tone was somewhat urgent.

  "That won't work either," she refused.

  A beautiful face with a hint of injury. He suddenly raised his hand and began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt one by one.

  Xia Qi's eyes widened in shock. What was he doing?! Taking off his clothes?!

  Time seemed to have stood still as she stared blankly at him unbuttoning all the buttons on his shirt, taking it off and revealing his bare chest.

  Under the light, it looks like this pale and slender figure. Unlike his youthful and adolescent physique, his body is now that of a mature man. Even though he's still lean, he gives off an air of subtle intimidation.

  "Is it going to be like that, only if you become my boyfriend?" he asked, his footsteps closing in on her step by step.

  At this moment, her mind was a mess, watching him getting closer and closer, instinctively backing away, but forgetting that there was a stove behind her.

  "Ah!" A cry of surprise, Xia Qi's waist suddenly crashed into the stove, just as her back was about to crash into the pot that was cooking dumplings, Jun Jianyan had already grabbed Xia Qi's hand and pulled her heavily towards himself.

  Bang!

  The excessive force caused both of them to fall to the ground, her nose heavily colliding with his chest, and her body piling on top of his.

  And he, his entire back crashed onto the ground, the sound of bones and ground colliding, sounded excruciatingly painful.

  Her body was pressed against his, although there was some dull pain, but compared to him, it should be much better. With a lingering fear, her hands were propped up on the cold ceramic tiles, and she looked down at Jun Jianyan under her.

  He closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes, at such a close distance, looked even thicker. His white skin, straight nose bridge, every line on his face seemed to be God's meticulous craftsmanship. If not for the paleness of his lips at this moment, he would have been even more perfect.

  "Be careful with your words, what's wrong with you? Did you hit your head?" She was somewhat anxious, stretching out one hand to touch the back of his head.

  Her fingers slipped into his hair, she stretched her arm as long as possible to feel if there was a bulge on the back of his head.

  It was only when she inadvertently discovered that his originally closed eyes had unknowingly opened, staring at her without blinking.

  Clear and pure, yet in the deepest blackness, a heavy emotion is hidden.

  It's as if he could be the purest person in this world, or the darkest.

  Xia Qi's body went limp, her hands that were originally supporting the ground weakened and could no longer hold up her body weight. Her entire person once again pressed down onto Jun Jianyan's body.

  Her face was pressed against his bare chest, and the touch of each other's skin made her suddenly flustered.

  "I...I'll get up first," she said, trying to stand up in a flurry, but her waist was caught by his hands and pressed back against his chest.

  She was on top of him, and he was below her, pressed against each other like this, actually making her feel his chest rise and fall with every breath.

  "Speak carefully, you let me get up first, I'll take a look at where you've hit." she shouted.

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