I like it very much.
This was the first time in his life that someone bought him clothes.
When she was a child, her family was poor, so Wen Shulan would ask her relatives' children for clothes that they couldn't wear, and take them home to have them altered.
Wen Ye never complained because she had done her best to provide him with the best conditions. The clothes that had been modified by his mother also fit him well and had no other shortcomings.
After Wen Shulan married Chu Keyong, his living conditions should have improved, but he lived worse than before.
People always say that you should wear new clothes during the New Year, but that is not the case. Chu Keyong is a bully at home but he is very concerned about his reputation. He does not allow his stepson to appear in front of relatives, perhaps because he is afraid that his ragged appearance will embarrass him.
Later, he went to school and changed his clothes into school uniforms, but he also saved money from doing odd jobs.
......
Wen Ye never felt how miserable he was.
He didn't care about the so-called family affection and love. Maybe at the beginning he hoped that Wen Shulan could treat him the same way as when he was a child, but later he became sober because his heart grew cold.
He cherished those clothes and kept them well in his closet.
But they don't have the ginger taste.
Wen Ye didn't want Jiang Jiang to think he was ungrateful, so he hesitated for a moment before saying, "I really like the clothes my sister bought me. They look great, so I can't bear to wear them. I'll change into them tomorrow."
He had a standard obedient smile on his face.
He practiced in front of the mirror for a long time today.
But Jiang Jiang just looked at him deeply.
After finishing his meal, Jiang Jiang opened his wardrobe, squatted on the ground, and suddenly looked up and said, "Are you reluctant to wear it or..."
Wen Ye looked at her.
"Or is it because you're not familiar with the taste?"
Wen Ye's Adam's apple rolled, and a blush instantly appeared on his pale face: "...Maybe it smells different from the laundry detergent at home."
He tried to quibble.
Jiang Jiang gave him a funny look. How could she not know what he was thinking?
"Hmm..." Jiang Jiang seemed to be thinking, and asked him again, "Your closet seems a bit small. Do you want to put some clothes in my room?"
Wen Ye: “…Okay.”
He felt as if he had been seen through.
But that's not right either.
If she knew what he was thinking, wouldn't she feel disgusted? Why would she take the initiative to ask to move his clothes?
He never imagined the possibility that Jiang Jiang would like him.
Even if he thought that he might be with her, it was only when she knew his true identity and thought he was good-looking.
What qualifications does he have to be liked by her now?
After taking a shower, Wen Ye lay on the bed in the guest room and couldn't sleep.
In fact, it can’t be called a guest room. The daily necessities inside have been filled up by Jiang Jiang. It’s amazing that he has stayed in the “home” next door for ten years but has no sense of belonging.
But after only one day in this small room, he felt his nerves relaxed.
He began to think about Jiang Jiang uncontrollably again.
Want to see her, or smell her.
Wen Ye quietly got up and opened the door. He stood at the door of Jiang Jiang's room, but did not see any light on through the crack in the door.
She should be asleep.
...
But he also felt sick.
His sister helped him and took such good care of him, but what was he thinking?
Wen Ye's self-esteem was at its lowest in front of Jiang Jiang, but he had been neglected and beaten since childhood, which gave him the ability to read people's expressions.
He could clearly feel that Jiang Jiang was being particularly indulgent towards him, even...
pet?
He didn't dare say he liked it, for fear that an ugly thing like himself would tarnish this beautiful word.
But no matter what, her softening attitude made him want to move forward.
Wen Ye lowered his eyes and slowly opened the door. He saw Jiang Jiang lying on the bed and sleeping with a cell phone in his hand. The screen of the phone was on.
Maybe he was playing with his phone and fell asleep because he was too sleepy.
Wen Ye thought about it, walked forward to cover her with the quilt, and the phone slipped from his hand.
The illuminated screen was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.
Wen Ye could even clearly see the words "䋢㱕" in the search box at a glance.
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