The next morning, sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves onto the ground in the garden, creating patches of mottled light and shadow.
Shen Xiujin, dressed in a white training suit, stood tall and straight in the center of the garden, performing a set of boxing techniques that flowed smoothly, combining both strength and softness. As he finished his last move, he slowly exhaled, a slight bead of sweat on his forehead.
Just then, he caught a glimpse of a petite figure wandering not far away from the corner of his eye.
She was a little maid in a light green dress. He remembered that it was the little maid he saw yesterday. He saw her stealing glances at him from time to time.
Shen Xiujin was curious and couldn't help but look at the little maid a few more times. Unexpectedly, these few glances were mistakenly thought by the other party that she was interested in her.
The little maid took a deep breath, as if she had mustered up great courage, and walked quietly to Shen Xiujin's side with small steps.
When she got closer, she bowed, then pulled out a neatly folded pink handkerchief from her sleeve and said in a soft voice:
"Oh, Second Young Master, you've been practicing boxing for so long and you've sweated so much. Quickly wipe the sweat off with this handkerchief." As he said that, he handed the handkerchief in his hand to Shen Xiujin.
Shen Xiujin glanced down at the pink handkerchief, subconsciously took a step back, and waved his hands repeatedly to refuse: "No need, thank you very much for your kindness."
Seeing this, Su Qianqian hurriedly explained, "Second Young Master, please don't misunderstand me. This handkerchief is new. I've never used it before. It's really very clean..."
After saying this, she deliberately unfolded her handkerchief to reveal several elegant orchid patterns embroidered on it.
However, Shen Xiujin only glanced at the exquisite embroidery on the handkerchief, but his brows were slightly wrinkled, which was not easy to detect.
Although this handkerchief does look like new, who can guarantee that it has not been used?
He is a mysophobe, so how could he use other people's things, let alone a strange woman's handkerchief, which he would definitely not touch.
At this moment, the originally silent atmosphere around him was broken by a sudden scream. He suddenly heard that very familiar voice, constantly coming towards him:
Ahhhh…
This sharp and slightly excited cry instantly captured his full attention. Then, the familiar excited voice rang out again.
[Here we go! Isn't this the classic, ambiguous scene between the male and female protagonists that often appears in picture books?! I want to see...]
Shen Xiu Jin listened to this extremely familiar voice, and heard the uncontrollable expectation and joy in her voice.
[Hehe, what a coincidence! I was just out for a stroll, and I happened to run into the hero and heroine performing such a wonderful drama...tsk tsk tsk!]
Her words were full of teasing, and this undisguised joking tone made Shen Xiujin feel a little uncomfortable.
He frowned and looked in the direction of the voice. As expected, the figure that came into view was none other than his nominal "mother".
When Shen Xiujin saw her, the corners of his mouth twitched speechlessly.
It seemed that the "mother" was very satisfied with her hiding place, and she was crouching complacently behind a sparse patch of flowers.
But the dress she was wearing was particularly eye-catching. He was hiding there like he was trying to cover up his crime, and he was speechless. It was difficult for him to ignore it at this moment.
At this moment, Jiang Mianmian was peeking with her big butt sticking out. From time to time, she raised her head and stretched her neck, took a few furtive glances at the opposite side, and then quickly lowered her head to hide herself.
At this moment, a gentle female voice came into my ears: "Ah, Second Young Master, are you dissatisfied with the fact that my handkerchief is not clean enough? Second Young Master, please believe me, this handkerchief is absolutely new, I..."
At the same time, the onlookers squatting there exclaimed again:
[Oh my! Look, the plot is really developing according to this routine. Next, the two of them will definitely share the same handkerchief, and then...]
Su Qianqian couldn't suppress her inner impulse and took a small step forward involuntarily. As the distance got closer, she could feel the unique masculinity emanating from Shen Xiujin more and more clearly.
She couldn't help but stretch out her hand, wanting to personally wipe away the fine beads of sweat on Shen Xiujin's forehead.
However, something she had not expected happened - Shen Xiujin, who had been standing there calmly, suddenly became like a frightened mouse seeing a ferocious wild cat.
He suddenly jumped backwards and in the blink of an eye he jumped two meters away!
"You...don't want to come over here?"
Then he hastily added, "Also, stay away from me!"
These words were like a bolt from the blue, mercilessly striking Su Qianqian's heart.
"Second... Young Master?"
Su Qianqian's call was gentle and melodious, with a hint of grievance in it.
She looked at Shen Xiujin quietly. She didn't expect that her good intentions would be so despised by him. This made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Shen Xiujin, who is usually elegant and gentle, suddenly felt a sense of guilt when he saw Su Qianqian's hurt expression.
He also knew that his reaction just now was a bit extreme and might have hurt the little maid in front of him.
So, he reached out and touched his nose a little embarrassedly, explaining that he was a mysophobe and didn't like to use other people's things, so he lost his composure just now. It was not directed at her, and he asked her not to take it to heart.
After hearing his explanation, Su Qianqian paused, holding her handkerchief high, and then slowly lowered it. A bitter smile played on her lips as she said, "Second Young Master, I... I'm sorry... I didn't understand you..."
Before she finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lips, then quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Shen Xiujin's eyes, for fear that the tears in her eyes would roll down uncontrollably.
Shen Xiujin was confused. Hey, he didn't say anything excessive!
And hadn't she already told him that? He was a germaphobe and wasn't used to using other people's things, so why was she suddenly crying?
Her crying made him feel flustered and at a loss. What's more, there was a person hiding in the dark, watching the fun and hoping for chaos in the world. He was watching everything that was happening here.
If he couldn't handle this matter properly in front of her, wouldn't she, the bystander, laugh at him? And she wouldn't know how to laugh at him later.
Thinking of this, Shen Xiujin quickly whispered: "Okay, okay, stop crying."
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