Chapter 129 Donor, please respect yourself
Ye Xiaoman faced Jiaying's murderous gaze, remained calm, sat cross-legged on the bed, and pretended to be dazed and sit quietly for a while, just like she usually did when she just woke up.
In the past, Jiaying would appear aloof but actually be clingy, resting his head on her shoulder and accompanying her to regain her consciousness, but this time he didn't do that.
She seemed not to notice anything unusual, jumped out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked towards Jiaying.
When she was only one step away from him, she raised her hand skillfully to touch him.
He immediately frowned and stepped back, avoiding any physical contact with her.
She raised her hand to touch his face, but he immediately erected a barrier between them. Her hand hit the transparent barrier directly, and the back of her hand turned a faint pink.
"Hiss." Ye Xiaoman felt pain and raised her hand to Jiaying, "It hurts, please blow on it for me."
Jiaying looked at her distantly, his eyes calm and composed. He placed one hand on his chest and performed a Buddhist ritual. "Female donor, please respect yourself."
Tsk tsk, the little devil who said he wanted to be the wife yesterday, today calls her "female donor" coldly. Men are ruthless when they turn against you.
Even though she was complaining in her heart, Ye Xiaoman's face smoothly showed a series of complex expression changes, from being at a loss - suddenly realizing something - her face turned as pale as paper...
The morning birdsong could be heard outside, and the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Ye Xiaoman hugged herself back insecurely and asked cautiously, "Have you recovered from the love poison?"
Jiaying didn't answer, but his tense muscles clearly told the answer.
Ye Xiaoman was unable to accept this heavy blow. She staggered back a few steps, fell on a small stool, and held her head in her hands in pain.
This smooth acting performance vividly displayed the pain of loss after a beautiful dream was shattered. Ye Xiaoman humbly gave herself 99 points, deducting 1 point for fear that she would become proud too early.
She observed through the slits of her eyes that Jiaying was deeply moved by her acting skills. He involuntarily took a step closer to her position, but finally gritted his teeth and restrained himself, turning his gaze to the side and no longer looking at her.
He asked coldly, "Where is this?"
Ye Xiaoman replied: "The little house we love."
Jia Ying's expression changed, and Ye Xiaoman immediately explained: "After you were poisoned by love, I rented this place specifically to protect your reputation."
Ye Xiaoman: "Address. My people are coming over."
I didn't want to stay with her for even a second.
Ye Xiaoman said that the scumbag girl's self-esteem was a little hurt.
This is so scary. Will the next step be to kill her to silence her?
Ye Xiaoman looked up dejectedly, "Then what should we do now..."
The furrows between Jiaying's brows deepened. He knew she wanted to ask, what are they now?
His hesitation seemed to give her hope. She stood up from the chair, staggered over and grabbed his sleeve.
Jiaying frowned and said nothing.
He couldn't answer this question either.
If he had to respond, he could only say that it was just a spring dream that started out of a misunderstanding and would leave no trace, like night dew, which should disappear with the rising sun.
But why did a mere night dew still cause his heart, which should have been calm, to be in turmoil? Hadn't the poison of love been solved?
He didn't dare to look her in the eye, and even maintaining a superficial indifference was difficult.
The absurd memories of the past few days were running rampant in his mind.
Those moments filled him like a sponge. He remembered how he shamelessly hugged her, called her "wife", and begged her to help him... He even competed with Ji Weiming for her.
He hated his ugly behavior and could not accept the shameful things he did against the Son of God.
The woman before him had violated his sanctity. The people of the Divine Realm would have executed her without hesitation. According to the strict discipline he had been taught, he should have killed her...
Jiaying sighed: "Donor lady, this is just an accident."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoman loosened her grip on his sleeve. She smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yeah, you like me because you're poisoned."
Ye Xiaoman deliberately evoked Jiaying's memory, "I reminded you before, and kept reminding myself that your attachment to me was just the result of poisoning, but when you kept saying that you liked me, I still fell for you involuntarily..."
As Jiaying listened to her words, the hesitant murderous intent based on reason completely disappeared.
She did nothing wrong.
She confessed to him about his poisoning from the beginning and specifically emphasized the need to keep a distance from him.
They were not related at all, and she could have cruelly thrown him into the small world of the Qingzheng Sect, letting the whole world see his ugly appearance after being poisoned, but she didn't. She was kind-hearted and rescued him.
In order to save him at the beginning, she even helped him in that way...
When he was infatuated, he forced her to give him emotional feedback. Every time she showed pain and resistance, she even cried in front of him a few times. It was he who was forcing her.
He teased her again and again.
His crimes are extremely heinous.
Ye Xiaoman squeezed out a tear with great difficulty, "I was so stupid, still fantasizing, thinking that after these few days, you might also have some feelings for me..."
She frantically wiped her face with the back of her hand, "There's a world of difference between our identities and statuses. I actually had such blasphemous thoughts. I truly deserve death."
Jiaying: "You still have other people around you who love you, those two husbands, and His Royal Highness Prince Rui."
He didn't know why he mentioned it, but it just came out.
Ye Xiaoman choked up, "They are just ordinary friends. My feelings for them are different from my feelings for you..."
"My feelings for you... forget it. This was just a secret crush that ended in vain." She spoke incoherently. The shame of being cruelly rejected made it impossible for her to stop speaking. The words she uttered were repeatedly washed away by the sound of sobs. "You don't have to comfort me anymore."
It was the first time that Jiaying faced someone else's surging emotions. His training had never covered how to deal with love between men and women. He could only stand there, watching her face wrinkled with tears, the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose pitifully red.
Countless times, he wanted to walk over and hold her in his arms, but in the end, his tempered rationality made him harden his heart again and again.
He has the responsibility to protect all living beings. He is a monk who observes the precepts and should not have any emotions or desires - all of this is just the aftereffects of the poison of love.
Ye Xiaoman threw herself on the dressing table and choked with grief a few times. Feeling that the atmosphere was just right, she skillfully controlled her throat.
She raised her eyes and secretly observed Jiaying behind her through the mirror.
Unexpectedly, in the mirror, I met the playful eyes of my superior.
Ye Xiaoman: “…”
[Online: Even the Holy Son dares to fool you.]
【Online: You are really cruel. 】
You are such a jerk! You're peeking at this kind of excitement!
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