Huangfu Xian lay on the ground, in a manner he found exceedingly embarrassing, so much so that when little Jingkong slid down from the windowsill to help him, he ruthlessly rejected her.
With great difficulty, he propped himself up using his hands on the armrests and sat back into his wheelchair.
Whether it was from anger or shame, his cheeks were a deep red.
He felt a strange sensation in his heart, like a tide was surging, and he didn't know what was happening to him.
With her little hands clasped behind her back and tilting her head cutely, Mengmeng asked him, "Big brother, are you shy?"
"I am not!" Huangfu Xian replied, his face flushed red with aggravation.
Mengmeng: "Oh."
Huangfu Xian: What's with this disbelieving tone?
Huangfu Xian said coldly, "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to leave?"
That's not right; the little guy had already left, hadn't he?
After he'd said such hurtful things, why had he come back?