Chapter 244 The Blind Martial Uncle was Provoked to Tears by His Black-Hearted Nephew (22)
Feng Ciye deliberately softened his tone, while Yu Sheng, who had buried her head in his chest, only sobbed softly and did not answer him.
Feng Ciye once again despised himself in his heart.
At the same time, they decided to keep the identity of Demon Lord Ye Ci a closely guarded secret, preferably to the point of disappearing.
"It's alright, it's alright, Uncle-Master..." Feng Ciye patted Yu Sheng's back gently like he was coaxing a child, and Yu Sheng's condition improved considerably.
"Aye..."
"Uncle-Master, I'm here."
“Ah Ye, I…” Yu Sheng hesitated, but ultimately did not have the courage to say those words.
Feng Ciye seemed to sense what he wanted to say, and he also knew what Yu Sheng was struggling with. His heart ached, and he gently comforted Yu Sheng, "I know, Yu Sheng, I know everything..."
Do you know... what?
Does Ah Ye know that he likes him?
So did he always know he liked him? It seems he was overthinking things. How could A-Ye possibly like him?
Yu Sheng gave a self-deprecating laugh and slowly pushed Feng Ciye away.
Since that's the case, let's save face for each other. We'll see each other again in the future, so let's avoid making things complicated if we can.
Yu Sheng's hands, hidden in his sleeves, clenched tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, but his face remained expressionless.
"Nephew, please leave. I'm fine now," Yu Sheng said, suppressing the tears welling in her eyes. She turned her head away and gave him a dismissive look.
Feng Ciye was also surprised by Yu Sheng's sudden change in expression.
"Uncle-Master, you have an injury on your neck, let me go first..."
Yu Sheng interrupted him forcefully, but could not hide the sob in her voice, "I said I'm fine, this little injury can't hurt me."
Even if Feng Ciye were slow to notice, he could still sense that something was wrong with Yu Sheng at this moment.
Yu Sheng seemed to have become like this only after she said "I know everything".
Feng Ciye then realized that his words seemed a bit off, and quickly explained, "Yu Sheng, I know you like me, and I also..."
He stopped speaking at this point.
What is he going to say?
Does that mean he also likes Yu Sheng?
But does he really like Yu Sheng?
A look of bewilderment appeared in Feng Ciye's eyes. In both his past and present lives, he had never liked anyone, nor did he know what it felt like to like someone.
Therefore, he was unsure whether he liked Yu Sheng. He only knew that he didn't dislike Yu Sheng and couldn't bear to see him sad and in tears.
The foolish subordinate said he simply liked Yu Sheng.
Perhaps, he must like Yu Sheng.
Thinking of this, Feng Ciye's tone became much firmer: "Yu Sheng, I should like you too."
When Yu Sheng heard the word "should", he almost fainted from anger.
No, what do you mean by "should like him"?
How can this thing be "should"?
Yu Sheng looked pleasantly surprised, but then seemed to remember something, and her expression returned to its previous coldness.
Clearly, he was thinking of Ye Ci.
Being forced by Ye Ci was like a thorn in his heart. Rather than being disliked by the person he liked in the end, he would rather not be together in the first place.
"The person I love is not you!"
Feng Ciye, of course, did not believe his explanation.
"Uncle-Master, don't lie to me. I heard it all from the rooftop three days ago. You said you liked me, and there's no lie about that." Feng Ciye was now confident, and even his tone of voice carried a smugness.
However, when Yu Sheng heard him say that he had been eavesdropping on the roof, his face turned a shade paler.
His voice trembled as he asked, "You...you heard it all?"
Feng Ciye made no attempt to hide the truth. "So, Uncle-Master, you like me, don't try to renege on your promise."
Yu Sheng seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body swayed as if about to collapse. Fortunately, Feng Ciye reacted quickly and pulled him into his arms, which prevented him from falling.
"Then you must have heard about how I was forced by the Demon Lord Ye Ci, right?"
Feng Ciye gave a soft "hmm".
"Sheng Sheng, this isn't your fault. It's that bastard Ye Ci who's sick. Like 888 said, let's just pretend we got bitten by a dog, okay?"
"Damn Ye Ci, if he dares to come again, I'll kill him with one blow!"
888: Really? Do you remember that the "thousand-dead Ye Ci" you mentioned was your alternate account? My friend, we suggest you go back and kill yourself!
"I know this won't be an easy hurdle for you, Sheng Sheng, but no matter what, I'll always be by your side..."
"I don't ask you to come out of Ye Ci's shadow and accept me right now. I just hope that you can be happier, Sheng Sheng. You still have me."
888: Ha, only someone with your thick skin could say something like that. If Sheng Sheng wasn't faking it, you'd already be living the tragic love story of chasing after your wife.
Look at those sweet nothings! Yu Sheng must be thrilled right now!
Yu Sheng looked up at him, her voice filled with undisguised joy, "Ah Ye, you... really don't mind these things? Are you still willing to like me?"
Feng Ciye grasped his wrist and solemnly said, word by word, "I don't mind, I like you."
Concise yet captivating.
"Then... can we try a different way of getting along?" Yu Sheng asked him softly, "Just start dating, and as for everything else, can we talk about it later?"
Although he didn't understand what "dating" meant, it didn't stop Feng Ciye from nodding in agreement.
He would agree to anything Yu Sheng asked.
But what exactly does "dating" mean? We can just ask Yu Chun when we get back.
It was only when Feng Ciye held Yu Sheng's hand that he realized something was wrong.
He touched something sticky, and when he rolled up Yu Sheng's sleeve, he discovered that Yu Sheng's palm was bleeding. Judging from the shape, it looked like it had been scratched by fingernails.
Feng Ciye was heartbroken.
He quickly found some top-quality medicinal herbs and carefully applied them to Yu Sheng's palms and neck, gently swirling them around on the surface.
"But Sheng Sheng, no matter what happens next time, you must not hurt yourself, if you really can't bear the pain..."
Just when Yu Sheng thought he was going to say "you can use it on me", she heard Feng Ciye smile sinisterly and then say something that would make 888 bite.
“You can beat that stupid dog. It only grows fat but not brains. This dog is no good. It just watched you hurt yourself, Sheng Sheng. You should get rid of this kind of spirit pet. If you like it, I will find you a well-behaved one.”
888's dog face was contorted with rage. "Feng Ciye—say that again?!"
"Who's the stupid dog? You're the stupid dog! Just because you're brainless doesn't mean everyone else is!"
If he had any brains at all, he wouldn't have been criticized like that by Yu Chun.
888 waved its claws, and if Yu Sheng hadn't stopped it, it probably would have actually scratched Feng Ciye's face.
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