Chapter 8 Liu Jiao's Appearance
Liu Jiao and Sang Ji's relationship became more amicable.
After several days of getting to know each other by collecting eggs, feeding the chickens, and catching them, the two of them became increasingly skilled at working together.
At least that's what Liu Jiao thinks.
She attributed it to the human heart being made of flesh and blood.
After all, my parents said that we are all from the same village and we see each other all the time, so how can people always be cold to each other?
Seeing that her long-standing enthusiasm for Sang Ji had been reciprocated, Liu Jiao also subtly and quietly began to regard Sang Ji as a friend worthy of reciprocation...
She cherished him very much.
He was one of the few people Liu Jiao could talk to in this isolated village, someone who didn't naturally reject her as an outsider, someone who didn't think she was rustic and ugly, and someone who wouldn't bully her for no reason.
Liu Jiao consciously became friendly with Sang Ji, which is a representative example of this.
For example, at noon today, the two of them were eating face to face in a cubicle filled with thatched roofs.
Is it because summer is approaching?
The rain these days has made it even more humid and hot, making the room eerily quiet and dimly lit, causing one to feel dizzy. Mother specially prepared several large buckets of iced tea, pear juice, and perilla drink for Liu Jiao to relieve the heat and humidity.
Sang Ji's dining posture has never changed. He is proud and elegant, holding the food box upright, and his hands holding the chopsticks are always pleasing to the eye!
Liu Jiao, she has a great appetite now.
Sang Ji still didn't pay much attention to Liu Jiao.
But when Liu Jiao, with a grain of rice stuck to the corner of her mouth, bent down to take a handkerchief from the cloth bag beside her shoe, and accidentally tripped and fell—
He no longer coldly watched her ridiculousness, but instead helped her like he did now, supporting her with both hands.
However, that's all.
After Liu Jiao was successfully lifted up by Sang Ji, avoiding the tragic fate of hitting her head on the ground and getting a mouthful of mud—
Liu Jiao showed no intention of getting up from Sang Ji's grasp, and just stared blankly at Sang Ji's pants without moving.
When Sang Ji realized where she was looking, her face immediately turned ashen, and flushed with shame and anger.
I immediately wanted to just throw her away.
He shouldn't have meddled in other people's business.
Before Sang Ji could pull his hand away in anger after being offended, Liu Jiao suddenly grabbed his trouser leg and exclaimed:
"Sir, how could you be so careless? You tore your trouser leg while you were working!"
"It's easy to trip over!"
Sang Ji: "..."
The action of pulling his hand away came to an abrupt halt.
I knew it.
You can't hit them, and you can't scold them.
But she was just that innocent-looking person, looking at him directly with her bright black eyes without any romantic thoughts.
Even if he wanted to scold him, he couldn't find the words to vent his anger.
After all, she was incredibly sincere and genuinely cared.
Sang Jidi regretted countless times why he had said, "You don't need to overthink it, working together makes it easy to touch each other," when he touched Liu Jiao's hand.
This silly girl, she really believed it.
And carry it through to the end.
They were even more obedient than Sang Ji's men.
He used to admire people like that. But now, he doesn't want to admire them anymore.
Suddenly, a small, wriggling figure appeared in his arms. Sang Ji instinctively looked down and saw a furry head trembling slightly beside his leg.
He felt the fabric on his legs being pulled down, like a fearless chick pecking at his trouser leg.
Sang Ji was completely dumbfounded.
In that moment of relaxation, a restlessness reminded him that his body was responding to her.
Sang Ji, who was always vigilant, widened his sharp, eagle-like eyes slightly at this moment.
While she was still in a daze, Liu Jiao had already turned away with a flick of her sleeve and taken out a needle and thread from her cloth bag.
She quickly continued to squat beside Sang Ji's legs, bending down to mend the gap.
To provide support, he casually draped his arm over Sang Ji's thigh.
Sang Ji wanted to remind her that her movement was wrong, but Liu Jiao grabbed his leg as he tried to pull away:
"Ouch... Hey hero, don't move! Or you'll get pricked!!"
Liu Jiao almost poked his leg, which scared him so much that his face turned pale.
What if she accidentally hurts the hero, ruins his mood, and kills him?
Although the two of them had become much more friendly, she still couldn't quite grasp Sang Ji's mood. He was so unpredictable! He would often have a sour face.
Liu Jiao worked quickly, and her sewing technique was beautiful and efficient.
Unfortunately, Sang Ji didn't appreciate it.
After Liu Jiao had received five stitches, he realized what was happening, grabbed Liu Jiao's hand without hesitation, then pushed it away and pulled out and tore off all the stitches.
"stop."
"I don't need you, I can do it myself."
The atmosphere was oppressive and eerie.
His face had never looked so frightening before; it was so gloomy that it seemed as if a puddle of water could be squeezed out.
Sang Ji walked towards the door of the cubicle.
His steps looked steady, but if someone looked closely, they seemed a little hurried compared to usual.
His haste was fully exposed when, after he pushed open the cubicle door, a nail caught on his torn trouser leg, and he was mercilessly tripped and fell flat on his face by the low threshold.
The eagle, which had been so fierce just moments before, was now a drenched "eagle" with a red head and red tail, because its legs had fallen into a small puddle of water.
Liu Jiao: "..."
This is what a confident person looks like.
Liu Jiao was helpless.
Why do men always have this natural confidence?
She quickly approached Sang Ji to check on the condition of this guardian beast—Sang Ji had already gotten up quickly. The proud eagle brother remained noble, aloof, and expressionless, but the mud on his body made him look somewhat comical.
Even though the work clothes are black, they still look dirty.
We can't keep this uniform.
Liu Jiao shook her head and instructed, "Hero, please wait here. Our chicken coop owner has spare work clothes. I'll go get them for you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Jiao stuffed the thread she was using to sew Sang Ji's trousers into Sang Ji's hand, and then ran away in a flash.
Sang Ji: "..."
He was left all alone on the spot, his long, dark shadow looming over him.
Sang Ji, whose hands were frighteningly large, was suddenly holding a tiny embroidery needle, as thin as a hair. He, who was always dressed in black, was holding a bunch of brightly colored balls of thread.
No one had ever dared to order him around like that.
Sang Ji coldly scoffed.
No one has ever dared to leave him hanging like this.
Sang Ji scoffed and waited obediently.
After a long while, Sang Ji finally saw Liu Jiao's figure at the end of the corridor.
She smiled radiantly and jogged towards him.
While running, she stretched out the large work clothes she had given Sang Ji, shook them vigorously to make them straight.
But besides Liu Jiao, behind Liu Jiao, Sang Ji saw an uninvited guest with a sinister gaze.
A burly man with a fierce look and an unfathomable depths lurked in the shadows of the chicken coop.
Sang Ji recognized him; it was her fiancé.
tractor.
It seems the engagement has already been called off.
Tie Niu, who had been following Liu Jiao, finally caught her alone. A wicked thought arose in his mind, and just as he was about to pounce on her, he suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head.
An inexplicable sense of oppression struck, which Tie Niu found particularly repulsive.
He was extremely disgusted by this feeling of being oppressed. He was a grown man, a fine young man, who had been pampered since childhood.
Over the years, only one man has made him feel this crushed.
Others are not worthy.
He was extremely impatient and was about to ask who was so inconsiderate when he turned his head to look—
Directly above the corridor, Sang Ji's chilling gaze lingered beneath his high-bridged brows.
It was cold and damp, devoid of any warmth.
The man in black who had easily taken him down with a flick of his finger during their first meeting overlapped with him.
He could not forget the tragedy of that time. He hadn't even seen how the man in black made his move before he was forced to kneel on the ground in submission.
Holy crap!
That great killing god.
What a coincidence!
Tie Niu's fierce gaze vanished instantly, and his impatient, sinister expression transformed into a harmonious and friendly one in a flash.
Under Sang Ji's "sword love" gaze, the leg that was lunging at Liu Jiao suddenly turned around, walked towards the donation box in the chicken coop, took out some money, stuffed it in with a clatter, and then turned a corner and left.
Silky smooth.
The wind was gentle and the clouds were light.
Even after the ball went in, he kept looking back, clearly unwilling to give up, his eyes still glancing towards Liu Jiao.
Sang Ji didn't take Tie Niu seriously at all. After a few breaths, he turned his gaze away and looked at Liu Jiao, who had run up to him and whose head only reached his shoulder.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed tightly.
Liu Jiao was holding her work clothes in her hand. She was sweating profusely, probably because she was hot from running, and you could tell she was moving very quickly.
Because of the heat, Liu Jiao accidentally lifted her bangs up, and sweat, or perhaps the cold spring rain, stuck them firmly to her head.
This revealed Liu Jiao's entire face.
The girl's features still retained a touch of childishness, yet her beauty was undeniable; she was as delicate and charming as a fresh lotus root. She possessed neither rusticity nor ugliness, only a lively and exquisite grace.
She moved with lightning speed, tidying her disheveled hair in front of Sang Ji. She wore a water lily hairpin, her hands hanging slightly at her sides, adorned with a licorice ring and a peach branch jade bracelet.
It's hard not to notice Sang Ji.
Once her full face is revealed, her natural elegance becomes apparent.
She is the embodiment of Jiangnan. With her fair skin and the warm fragrance of Maojian tea, she is clearly a girl raised on white rice, a typical Jiangnan girl.
Even Sang Ji, who was born in the capital and had seen countless beauties in the palace, had to admit the woman's beauty.
In the capital city of China, she would probably have to earn the title of the most beautiful woman.
Sang Ji suddenly raised his hand and brushed Liu Jiao's bangs down.
Liu Jiao looked up, feeling quite puzzled by Brother Ying's sudden action.
Sang Ji merely glanced at Tie Niu, who kept turning back.
Just before Tie Niu saw it, he pulled Liu Jiao's bangs back down.
Liu Jiao asked, puzzled, "Why did you pull my bangs down?"
Sang Ji ignored the confused look in her eyes and simply said, "Because, he's just flirting with other women."
Flirting with other women?
What's the meaning?
Liu Jiao didn't understand this word.
Are you praising me for mentioning flowers and plants?
He probably praised her because she brought him his work clothes.
That's right, she deserves to be praised for sweating so much!
Liu Jiao tossed her pigtails, indicating her happiness.
"Thank you for praising me, hero!" Liu Jiao expressed her heartfelt gratitude.
Sang Ji: "..."
After that, he ignored Liu Jiao for the entire afternoon.
Liu Jiao: ? ? !
Oh no, why is the hero angry again?!
What did she do to offend the great hero this time?!
Waaaaah, she's guilty, she deserves to die!
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