Chapter 277 The Evidence You Want

Wu Shi was a gentleman, and he did not mess around with his fingertips that were inserted into the gap between their lips. However, this still made Jun Lin angry. She quickly pressed down on Wu Shi's hand and pulled the man's fingers away.

There were sparkling water stains on her white fingertips, which looked like they were coated with honey under the flickering warm orange candlelight.

Wu Shi's throat was dry and his eyes suddenly darkened. On the contrary, Jun Lin frowned and said in a displeased tone: "Just a tiger tooth can be regarded as evidence to link me to that person?"

Seeing her puzzled look, Wu Shi knew that if he didn't produce solid evidence today, this man would deny his debt again. Emperor Jing was much more difficult to appease than Chunhua.

Chunhua is a palace maid, and she will adapt to Wu Shi, the leader of Yin Yang.

But Junlin is Emperor Jing, he is the king standing at the highest point in this world. In terms of status, all the people in the world are subjects crawling at her feet. People only have the right to accommodate her, so why should she bend down and accommodate others?

Wu Shi was very clear about this, and was aware of the huge gap between the two of them, so he had to be patient, to comfort her and keep her, so that she would not leave like Chunhua and abandon him without a fight.

"In this world, people with great martial arts skills are rare and insignificant."

His voice was low and magnetic, spreading in the empty palace, and his eyes, filled with starlight and moonlight, were staring at Jun Lin.

"Have you ever found yourself rubbing the tip of your thumb over the hilt of your sword after you've defeated an enemy?"

Jun Lin was surprised, and the thumb of his right hand curled up unconsciously, but she really didn't notice it.

"Umbrella."

Wu Shi mentioned the umbrella that he had deliberately left on the stage.

"No one cares about my lost umbrella. Everyone knows that things I throw away will never be found again."

As he spoke, Jun Lin's eyes showed more regret. No wonder he opened the umbrella to shade her after giving it to her. It turned out that he was not thinking of their friendship. Instead, he had recognized Chunhua's identity.

"But Chunhua doesn't know."

"When I have nothing to give, she is always the first one to come and give me an umbrella."

Wu Shi often carries an umbrella not because he has a special hobby, but because he has been tortured by the Yin-Yang Curse for many years and the Yin energy in his body cannot withstand stimulation and cannot be exposed to sunlight for too long. In addition, the umbrella is his magic weapon for setting up killing arrays and is also used for self-defense, but Jun Lin does not know all this.

"She just knows that I'll be unhappy without an umbrella."

The man leaned forward slightly to look her in the eye. His voice was cold but it was like a raging fire that burned through her chest: "Has this become a habit of yours, a habit of handing me an umbrella?"

Jun Lin did not say anything in rebuttal. She had always been honest and did not like to beat around the bush on such unfamiliar emotions. It was precisely because of her acquiescence that the coldness in Misty's eyes receded a little.

He seemed to want to stretch out his arms and hug her, but he stopped himself and patiently told her all the evidence.

"People's reactions when they are caught off guard cannot deceive others. You still wavered when you called me 'little treasure'."

Wu Shi placed his hand on the wide desk beside him, on which were piled some Buddhist scriptures copied by Jun Lin. His gaze was extremely oppressive and never left Jun Lin for a moment. He picked up a Buddhist scripture and showed it to her.

"Same handwriting."

He put down the Buddhist scripture again and raised his hand to touch the corner of her eye, rubbing it gently until a thin layer of red appeared.

“When you let your mind wander and calm down, the emotions in your eyes are the same as those in the spring flowers.”

Wu Shi seemed to have unspeakable evidence: "And you..."

Before he could finish his words, a white hand covered his mouth.

Jun Lin was so ashamed, did he really have so many loopholes?

She threatened him fiercely, "Don't tell me!"

Don’t I have any face?

How could the vest be removed so quickly?

Wu Shisong saw the tense body lines and knew that she had accepted it.

His obedient and softened eyes were a sign of agreement.

Jun Lin was satisfied: "I always listened to you before, now it's time for you to listen to me."

Wu Shi took her hand and held it in his palm. He was a man who made a lot of noise but did little. He seemed to have gathered all the coldness in his body and said in a teasing voice, "Have you ever listened to me before? Didn't you always take the initiative and come back to help me clean up your mess?"

He doted on her from then on.

Jun Lin thought about it and it was true, especially when she burned down the ancestral hall of the general's mansion and was searched for suspicion, it was Wu Shi who stepped forward to protect her temporary safety.

Her brows were both loose and wrinkled. "Then why did you take the initiative to recognize me this time? Because I deceived you and you are looking for revenge on me?"

Wu Shi was almost amused by her heartless and unconscious remarks. She was just heartless and always liked to walk away after provoking others, not caring about other people's life or death.

It’s not that Jun Lin doesn’t care, it’s just that Jun Lin didn’t expect Wu Shi to be so sentimental. How could anyone like her when she has a paralyzed face all day and a terrible personality?

But the fact is that someone still misses her.

Wu Shi was used to walking alone with an umbrella, but suddenly someone rudely and unreasonably hid under his umbrella and forcefully grabbed his arm, wanting to walk together.

That person was too lively and courageous. It was the first time that someone dared to use Wu Shi to do something. She noticed his subtle emotional changes and gave him an umbrella to look for jade cicadas. Wu Shi finally couldn't help but turn his head to look at her.

Then she left.

The road ahead has never changed, but the person beside the umbrella has disappeared.

Wu Shi felt uncomfortable. The longer time went by, the more painful it became. So much so that he suppressed all the excitement of the reunion, tightly grasped Jun Lin's hand, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Does it hurt?"

Jun Lin looked at him in confusion.

“Does it hurt when you fall off a cliff while being chased?”

Jun Lin: “…”

She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, and suddenly her throat felt dry.

"I am late."

Wu Shi closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers.

"If I had returned from Yin Yang's house earlier, I wouldn't have let you go through this."

Jun Lin actually wanted to say, even if you come over, I will still leave Southern Xinjiang, but when the words came to her lips, she saw Wu Shi's cautious and slightly fragile expression, and it seemed that her long eyelashes trembled in fear, and she suddenly couldn't say it.

Her eyes flickered, but she finally reached out and hugged him.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

She coaxed him, "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. It's my fault for not acknowledging you and making you sad for so long."

Jun Lin said softly: "I'm sorry."

The man's strong arms around her waist suddenly tightened, and she let out a light sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders, as if she was finally liberated at this moment.

The moonlight was bright. Gongqing turned his head to glance at the hall behind him. Two almost overlapping figures were reflected in the window. His lips trembled, and then he pursed them as if nothing had happened. He turned around and stroked the red line on his wrist with one hand.

It was nothing if it was just a scrape of skin, but now the injury felt like it was burned by fire, soaked in strong liquor, and cut by the fiercest knife in the world.