Chapter 189
As dusk settled, the orange-red sunset painted the sky, and the bustling school fell silent in the evening breeze. All of this had nothing to do with the two people in a dormitory room.
From morning till night, the moment Jiang You stopped, he collapsed into bed, wanting to sleep.
"Do you want to eat something?" he asked as he dressed her. "You haven't eaten all day, you should eat something."
? ? ?
I ask you this: You already have the answer, why pretend to ask her if she wants to eat?
Jiang You was extremely tired, his eyes were closed and he couldn't open them, he couldn't even lift a finger, and his words were unclear, but this did not affect Song Yun's performance at all.
"Are you very tired? I'll feed you, no need to thank me." His voice, though low and husky, gradually regained its usual soft and sweet tone.
Jiang You: "..."
How come I never noticed before that this thing is a bit dark?
The food was delivered quickly, and Song Yun lifted her onto his lap and fed her bite by bite.
Her head drooped little by little, her eyes half-closed, and he fed her bite after bite. She was so impatient that she buried her head in his chest and wouldn't come out.
Song Yun's brown pupils narrowed slightly, and he sighed contentedly. He hugged the person in his arms tighter and finished the remaining half bowl of rice.
Then he brushed the girl's teeth and held her as she fell asleep.
Jiang You fell into a deep sleep at some point, and when he woke up again, he was somewhat dazed.
Before she could speak, a ringtone sounded. Song Yun let out a sneer and reached out her slender fingers to hang up the phone.
Youyou going to his class? Impossible.
As the afternoon drew to a close and evening approached, Jiang You dressed and sat on the bed, staring at Song Yun.
He looked at her timidly, his brown pupils like glass beads dampened by rain and mist, shimmering with a fragile, watery light. His voice was like melted cream when he spoke: "Youyou, put on your socks first, don't catch a cold."
After saying that, seeing that she did not react, he tentatively knelt down at her feet and ran his fingertips along Jiang You's feet, causing her to curl her legs slightly and step back.
Seeing the foot leaving him, Song Yun unconsciously and irrefutably grabbed Jiang's right heel: "Don't move."
The quiet atmosphere was abruptly cut off by scissors. Song Yun paused, stiffly raised his head, and saw the sarcasm in Jiang You's eyes. His palms were sweaty.
Song Yun knew she was very beautiful, and she knew that when she cried, the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose would turn light pink, which perfectly matched Youyou's aesthetic.
He thought this and he did it. Song Yunshang lightly bit one side of his lower lip with his teeth, then quickly let go.
This action could be interpreted as tension or anxiety, or it could be seen as a seductive and flirtatious hint.
Jiang You pursed his lips.
The naive Song Yun was unaware of these things?
As a globally renowned comic book artist, Huang Wu is highly skilled in character psychology, movement, and expression, even adept at it.
Otherwise, how could they accurately capture the most subtle psychological changes of each character, present each character without them being out of character, and gain so many people's love?
Song Yun did not plot against Jiang You; it was simply that the knowledge he had acquired led him to do these things subconsciously, without thinking, as naturally as drinking water.
When Song Yun confided in Jiang You about her preference for warm colors, she never really understood why. In fact, warm colors can touch people's hearts. When drawing comics, the setting sun automatically gives the characters a sense of loneliness.
Finding storyboards, lighting, and composition, the man who appeared before Jiang You was like a boy straight out of a comic book, leaving Jiang You stunned by every scene.
If things continue like this, Jiang You will gradually get used to it, but reality is not a comic book.
Comics require logic, because they are necessary for a reason, while reality does not require logic.
Song Yun was greedy. He wanted to develop the relationship further and didn't want to hide it, especially in front of his rival. He wanted Jiang You to acknowledge him, even if it was as a lover, a mistress, a sex slave, or cannon fodder. He needed an identity that allowed him to have an intimate relationship with her, right?
So even though his intuition was screaming for danger, he still stood at the entrance, not allowing Youyou to resist, and boasted to people that he and Youyou had an intimate relationship where they could sleep together.
"Youyou, I..." Her voice was still soft and sweet, with a cloyingly obedient quality.
"Stop clamping your leg, aren't you tired?" Jiang You pulled his leg back, expressionless.
Song Yun lowered her head even further, exposing her delicate, fair nape without reservation. Her neck was curved, outlining a fragile arc, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.
He remained silent for a long time before softly whispering, "Nothing was added."
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