Chapter 39 39 Please be gentle.
"It's always like this for the first time. Don't rub it. Just blink a few times and it will feel better." Tang Ke picked up the new skirt and waved it in front of him, like treating a patient who had just regained his sight. "Are you okay? I'm going to change clothes?"
Fu Yu blinked and nodded at her words, "Yeah."
His prescription wasn't particularly high, 375 degrees in his left eye and 450 degrees in his right, but he was deeply dependent on glasses. Except for washing his face and showering, he rarely took them off. Now that he could see clearly without them, his gaze wandered around the living room, feeling like something was missing. He subconsciously held the bridge of his nose, but it was a lonely effort.
He went to the bathroom to look in the mirror and felt unfamiliar with his face, as if one of his features was missing.
Can it look good? He asked himself.
I can't tell. All the starting skins for those who don't pay for them look the same. Is Fu Zhou just kidding? Will she look better if she takes off her glasses?
At this time, Tang Ke squeezed in from the door, and a figure in a pink and white gradient suspender skirt appeared in the mirror. The suspenders and the hem of the skirt were embroidered with lace, and the undulating waves were dazzling. A golden brooch embellished the chest, pulling the plump secondary sexual characteristics left and right.
Fu Yu was stunned and took a step back to make room.
"How is it? Does this one look good?" Tang Ke looked left and right, taking a picture of the front, then the side, and then the back.
The waist-hugging design cleverly highlights her hip line, and of course the hip-lifting leggings underneath also contribute to this.
Fu Yu didn't know where to look. Without the constraints of the frame, no matter where he glanced, everything was clear, not to mention that when she turned around, the hem of her skirt rubbed against his trouser legs.
"Is it pretty?" Tang Ke asked repeatedly, "I think it's pretty, but... "
She lifted her shoulder straps, too embarrassed to reveal her accessory breasts, and when she lowered her arms, a lump of flesh always bulged. Although it was a normal physiological structure, after taking photos from the front, side, and back, she unconsciously felt like she was in prison and serving in the American military service, always feeling that this piece was not perfect.
Fu Yu looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyebrows were light without makeup, her lips were naturally pink, and her long hair was loose and soft on her shoulders.
Whether contact lenses made him more beautiful remains to be seen, but they did give him eyes that could discover beauty.
"It looks good," he said.
Tang Ke was skeptical. "Really? If you comment seriously, you can get cash back if you write more than 15 words."
The two of them were in the same frame in the mirror, and Fu Yu focused his eyes on her waist.
He opened his mouth for a long time before he counted on his fingers and said slowly, "See you're on the road. I'll go to WeChat."
Exactly fifteen words.
Tang Ke raised the corner of his mouth high, and shook his head arrogantly: "No, I'm getting married."
"Who's so lucky?" Fu Yu clenched his right fist and hit the palm of his left hand, pretending to be suddenly enlightened. He said something high-sounding in a low-key tone: "Ah, it turns out to be me."
Tang Ke was so flattered that his nose turned up to the sky, and he also liked the flawed accessory breasts more and more, so he decided to keep the dress.
"You're such a complimenter, even better than my best friend. You really hit the nail on the head." She said with a beaming smile, "There's another one. Wait a minute!"
The other dress, a more green hue, featured a waist-cinching design that enhanced her proportions and elongated her legs. The silhouette was impeccable. The neckline reached just below her collarbone, making it more conservative than the previous one. The downside was the stiff fabric, which was uncomfortable against her skin, especially on her back.
"What about this one? How about this one?" she asked Fu Yu.
Fu Yu: "It looks good too."
"Then, should I choose this one or the one just now?" Tang Ke was conflicted.
Fu Yu noticed that she was scratching her back frequently and asked, "Is it itchy?"
"Yes, the workmanship of this piece is not very good. It feels like wearing grass when I wear it, but it is really beautiful and I can't bear to return it." Tang Ke scratched it hard, smoothing out the edges to fit Cinderella's crystal shoes.
She scratched her back, leaving several bright red marks. She was reluctant to return the product but was willing to be cruel to herself. Fu Yu stopped her and said, "Stop scratching, it's all red."
Tang Ke sighed, "Oh, there's nothing I can do. I don't expect something that costs eighty yuan to be any good."
"Stop scratching." Fu Yu looked at the shocking scratches on her back and felt sorry for her. "Do you want to apply some medicine?"
"Damn, is it scratched?" Tang Ke checked his back in the mirror, but couldn't see it clearly, so he asked him, "Is it bleeding? No way, I'm not that delicate."
"Let me see." Fu Yu pushed aside her hair and bent down to take a closer look. "There's no bleeding, but—"
He paused, his rough thumb gently stroking the red mark. Tang Ke swallowed. She hadn't reacted to his powerful, indomitable scratches, but she was doubly sensitive to his gentle touch. Crucially, a pair of focused eyes staring at a single spot on her only exacerbated her shyness.
"It's best to apply some ointment, otherwise it will be difficult to remove." Fu Yu said.
Tang Ke uttered an "oh" and changed the subject: "I'd better return it."
"I'll go find some medicine."
"You actually have it?"
"Well, I got injured playing basketball before." Fu Yu found the ointment and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"
Tang Ke answered without thinking: "I can do it myself. I'll apply it after I take a shower."
"good."
The intimate physical contact just now made the two of them suddenly become very polite. The jokes stopped, and they dared not look at each other's faces. They tacitly got down to business. Fu Yu studied the daily disposable contact lens removal tutorial, while Tang Ke collected the pile of packages on the coffee table, and then went back to the bedroom to change clothes and prepare for a shower.
Her mind was always in a state of confusion, and even washing her face with clean water couldn't clean it. She wasn't as confused as she was the night she slept in the same bed with Fu Yu. Now there was an inexplicable restlessness, like a puzzle piece that didn't fit together or a bottle cap that couldn't be closed, pushing her on the edge, unable to go up or down, as virtual as the fog on the surface of the mirror.
Make a mountain out of a molehill.
Since she couldn't figure it out, she regarded it as an exaggeration. Anything that was not a quarrel or a conflict was not a big deal.
She took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and walked out of the bathroom refreshed.
However, when she met those lingering wet eyes, her deep breath was instantly ruined.
Not only did Fu Yu not know how to put on contact lenses, he also didn't know how to take them out. He sat on the sofa for a long time trying in vain. Not only did he feel frustrated, but he also shed a few unnecessary tears.
"Help me." He asked Tang Ke for help.
Keep calm, keep calm, Tang Ke muttered to himself.
"Okay, okay, I'll only teach you this once." She took a generous step, pried open his eyelids in the old way, and ordered in a loud voice: "Open wide!"
"...Are you going to take out my entire eyeball?" Fu Yu was uneasy.
"Only experienced people use their hands to pinch, while beginners use tweezers. If you haven't learned how to do it yet, don't use your hands, or it will hurt your eyes even more." Tang Ke taught him, "Lift your head a little higher."
Fu Yu: "I tried everything, but it didn't work."
As he said, it really didn't work. Tang Ke had never seen such stubborn eyelids before, and she clicked her tongue in annoyance.
But it's not his fault. Eyes are relatively fragile organs in the human body, and being on guard is an instinct.
"Being scared can hold me."
Tang Ke said this in a mysterious way.
Before she finished speaking, she immediately realized that something was wrong.
Uh, wait, what did she just say... Wait, wait, what is she going to do? What's she going to do? What's she going to do? What's she going to do? What's she going to do? Taking advantage of someone's misfortune...
There is no point in waiting for a few seconds, as people cannot even empathize with themselves from the previous second.
Don't complain, don't complain, don't complain, and don't tease, don't tease, don't tease, just let her go, let her go, let her go.
She appeared calm as she continued to help Fu Yu remove his contact lenses, but her heart was already racing.
——A pair of warm arms wrapped around her waist.
There was no complaining or teasing. Fu Yu's reaction was simple. He just tilted his head back obediently, put his hand lightly on her hip, and said, "Be gentle."
I haven't written many articles.
Even without going into too much detail, it was enough to make Tang Ke's ears burn. She tried hard to imagine herself wearing a white coat.
Sister, you are an angel.
Angels can accommodate everything.
Keep calm, keep calm...
After taking out her contact lenses, she briefly reminded him, "Remember to use eye drops." Without caring whether Fu Yu was still feeling uncomfortable, she glanced back at him, hurriedly walked back to the room in small steps, closed the door, threw herself into the quilt, rolled around on the bed, and screamed silently.
Help! Ah!
What is she doing?
Such pure ambiguity without any meme or affectation, more real than real combat, actually came out of her mouth!
Who! Who turned on the air purifier for her? And even lit the fragrance!
Help... Tang Ke was unable to calm down for a long time, and the scene of Fu Yu hugging her was replayed in her mind over and over again.
It would be fine if she was ignorant, but why did Fu Yu cooperate with him? No, they, ah ah ah... Tang Ke bit the quilt like a rabid dog.
The previously inexplicable desire suddenly broke out of the ground.
Why did she need his opinion on the skirt she bought? Why did she need him to check when she scratched her back? Why did she need him to carry her up before she could help her put in or take out her contact lenses? Why? ! Why? Tell me! Why?
The friendship's gone bad, man. She's got something else in her mind, man.
Tang Ke punched the pillow in frustration.
She didn't want to take advantage of him. No, to be precise, she wanted to take advantage of him, but it was definitely not this kind of advantage that was taken advantage of because of her lust.
She had really crossed the line just now. It was her fault. Knowing clearly that he would be hung up, she boldly extended the hook and almost lost herself in the end.
Things couldn't get any more complicated. Tang Ke decided to keep a distance from Fu Yu for a while, and not lead the other sheep around until she, the leader, could find her own pace.
Tang Ke always boasted of being a seasoned emotional expert, but in reality, she was only a standout among the short ones. A quick look at her resume revealed one solid line, all crooked and distorted, while the remaining 100 or 80 were hollow, shoddy projects. The problem was that marriage was a low barrier to entry; resumes weren't even considered; being single was enough to get in. Her 100 or 80 hollow principles were completely useless.
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