"...Friend?" Yu Feilong was taken aback. He looked at Xing Luo beside him with a dull expression, and there was a rare blank emotion in his eyes.

This is the first time someone has said to Yu Feilong that he wants to be friends with him...

Since childhood, he has never made a friend.

When I was young, everyone avoided him, but unlike now, when I was young, everyone avoided him and isolated him.

Later, when he grew up a little bit, he became Yu Feilong unwilling to let others be close to him. Of course, others were unwilling to be friends with people like him.

Although it wasn't someone who didn't try to get close to him, but...it was to use him, from beginning to end, they were making him happy.

Except when he was a little younger, his mother loved him very much, Yu Feilong did not experience any warm feelings, and he did not need it.

But now, Xingluo offered to be friends with him?

It's ridiculous.

Yu Feilong doesn't need friends, things that only drag him down...

Yu Feilong's eyes gleamed, then, he stretched out his hand and squeezed Xing Luo's chin, "Why are you friends with me? You are just my subordinate, do you think you have that qualification? How do you know that I am lonely? Are you too passionate?"

Xingluo met Yu Feilong's gaze without fear, "Then why don't you let others treat your wounds? Waiting for me to help you?"

Yu Feilong was clearly expecting Xing Luo to care about him. For this reason, for so many days, he didn't let others deal with his wounds, so that there was no improvement for so many days.

Just because Yu Feilong has no relatives, no friends or lovers, everyone around him is afraid of him, and no one really cares about him.

Only Xing Luo didn't want to help him deal with the wound for any purpose, or that she did it only out of concern for Yu Feilong.

In order to get more attention from her, Yu Feilong did not care about the wound, because the more serious the wound, Xing Luo would notice...

Yu Feilong was obviously a twisted and arrogant man. He clearly wanted Xing Luo to care about him, but he didn't say anything.

If Xing Luo didn't remember to ask about his wound, or thought someone changed his dressing, and didn't ask at all, would Yu Feilong plan to let the wound worsen?

This man is really stupid...

"I just don't like letting others touch me." Yu Feilong said adamantly, but when he said this, his eyes moved away, not looking at Xing Luo, which was obviously a guilty conscience.

Moreover, if you observe carefully, you will find that the tips of Yufeilong's ears have turned slightly red, which is embarrassing...

A smile appeared on Xingluo's lips, but he didn't expect this man to have such a cute side!

Xingluo smiled and said, "Why are you awkward? Long Ye, you obviously want to be friends with me."

"..." Yu Feilong was silent, neither responding nor denying it, but Xingluo had probably guessed it correctly.

Xingluo: "Long Lord, since you have no objection, then we will be friends from now on~ We have become friends, and you should treat me better~"

"Who...who wants to be your friend!" Yu Feilong turned his head away, but his ears became more and more red.

Xingluo saw through but didn't tell it.

This man is really not ordinary awkward...

But such a Jade Flying Dragon made Xing Luo feel that he was alive with a little more aura.

Xingluo stood up, "I don't care. You didn't object just now. It's too late to object. We are already friends. Okay, it's too late. I won't interrupt you anymore. Good night~"