Chapter 37, Number 37, with the index finger in its mouth.
abnormal.
That's really perverted.
Xu Wu swallowed her words, unable to help but think, what if this face were called utterly worthless—
"Jieying," she shook off the other person's hand that was on the back of her hand, gently pinched Jieying's cheek, and asked, "Do you hate your face?"
She was familiar with his reaction, because she had seen that expression on her face before.
Ms. Fang Rumei never treated her well because of her eyes, which naturally led to a period of time when she kept her head down and dared not see anyone.
Later, it wasn't because I was persuaded to be positive or anything like that; it was purely because I was driven by evil.
She thought, since Fang Rumei doesn't like her anyway, why should she be so timid and submissive? She might as well just hang around in front of her every day, getting annoyed by both sides.
After saying this, Jie Ying paused for a few seconds and frowned slightly, as if considering how to respond.
After a moment, he slowly said, "No, I don't like it."
dislike?
A hint of doubt gradually appeared in Xu Wu's eyes. She pinched Jie Ying's chin and forced him to raise his head, ignoring his trembling eyelashes, and looked him up and down.
Although I've seen him quite a few times, the allure of this face is truly undeniable.
Xu Wu has always been very picky about aesthetics. She won't accept anyone who doesn't meet her standards in any way, not even the location of a mole.
Jieying was different; she was different from the first time she saw him.
The strange thing is that this person is obviously unsophisticated and always covers his face with his bangs, his expression is pitifully lacking, and he is always talking to himself.
But when Xu Wu looked into his cold and indifferent eyes through the thin gaps in his bangs, she felt a shiver run through her body, not out of fear.
This is excitement.
Xu Wu clutched her pounding heart, her face flushing red.
The first thing she noticed about Jieying was her eyes—eyes that were just right for her.
She had secretly observed Jieying in places where there were no flaws.
Whether it's the length of her bangs or the mole on the corner of her lip, everything is just right.
Thinking of this, Xu Wu withdrew her hand and patiently continued to ask, "Why don't you like it?"
This issue touches on privacy and the past, but Xu Wu was clearly unaware of it.
Jie Ying only glanced at her, his fingertips twitched as if he wanted to grab Xu Wu's fingers, but he restrained himself.
Xu Wu glanced down and naturally noticed the commotion, but pretended not to.
After a long pause, Jie Ying whispered, "...Ugly."
"...?" Xu Wu wondered if she had misheard. "What did you say?"
It was the first time she had ever seen her react with such confusion and bewilderment. Jie Ying smiled slightly and repeated considerately, "Ugly."
Surprisingly, someone actually laughed.
Xu Wu was stunned for a moment by the swaying.
Unlike his previous sinister, deliberately forced smiles, this one was fainter, but it unexpectedly dispelled the gloomy aura of impending death emanating from him.
juvenile-
Xu Wu thought to herself, "I never thought I'd use that word to describe him."
"Who said you're ugly?" she frowned.
Jie Ying glanced at the plaid shirt she was wearing without leaving a trace. The feeling of her being wrapped in her own clothes was really nice, and a sweet, honey-like pleasure emanated from her heart. She replied, "Family."
He doesn't look like his mother; he looks more like his father.
Although she had hardly ever met this father, this bond between her parents became an outlet for her anger after they had completely broken off relations.
His father disliked his face, which was exactly like his own, and his mother transferred her hatred for his father onto him.
But the choice of faces wasn't something he could decide; if he could, he wouldn't even want to choose them.
Human hatred is always varied and can be transformed from people to objects, or from objects back to people.
Often, what gets left behind are the objects that were loved briefly.
Jie Ying felt that his mother did not love him. Years ago, he had always scoffed at the inspirational quotes on the internet.
Can't they express themselves, and can't they learn?
He didn't want to beg his parents to come back.
But sometimes his mother was conflicted. She would often hysterically yell at him during the day, and once even scratched Jieying's face because of her excessive emotions.
It wasn't until the blood dripped to the ground that the woman came to her senses; the fleeting panic in her eyes was unmistakable.
However, she only asked the nanny to help bandage Jieying.
But that night, when Jie Ying was half asleep, he felt as if a dark figure was sitting by his bed, and then a slightly cool hand gently touched the bandaged wound on his face.
He also faintly heard a sigh.
People are always so contradictory, but Jieying didn't understand that back then. He thought that as long as his face was injured, his mother would take a few more glances at him and continue to treat him gently.
As a result, he was injured more often, sometimes intentionally scratching himself, and sometimes cutting himself with something.
But no matter what I do, it seems like nothing works.
He was the only one left in this huge house.
He doesn't dare show this face to people anymore; if no one likes it, he'll just hide it.
Over time, he also came to believe it was because of his ugly appearance.
Hearing this, Xu Wu looked at him quietly for a few seconds. She couldn't quite describe her feelings, and her beautiful lips pursed slightly.
For a fleeting moment, as Jie Ying slowly recounted her story, a dull ache belatedly arose in her heart, which quickly scattered in all directions.
A moment later, she chuckled, propping her head up with one hand. It was a fleeting laugh as she looked at him and said, "Me too."
Jie Ying tilted her head slightly and blinked.
It really looks like a curious cow cat.
Xu Wu couldn't help but chuckle.
“Because of this,” she pointed to her eyes, “someone hates it.”
“She’s so beautiful…” Jie Ying retorted, but when she tried to say something more to support her point, she got stuck and could only dejectedly bend over.
“Yes,” Xu Wu softened her voice and met his gaze, “She is so beautiful.”
How could anyone hate it?
The two looked at each other and saw their own reflections in each other's pupils.
Jie Ying's bangs were slightly parted, revealing a rare gentleness in his eyes. When he looked at Xu Wu, his admiration was undisguised.
Or rather -
Possession.
They are no longer satisfied with the status quo.
He wanted to live in Xu Wu's eyes, which had been hated before, so that later generations would only hate him in those eyes, not Xu Wu.
“Fog,” Jieying asked hesitantly, “have you… have you felt sad?”
Xu Wu thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember."
"And what about you?" she countered. "Are you sad?"
"I... I don't remember either."
Xu Wu laughed, thinking to himself, "What a little freak."
"I can," Jie Ying said cautiously, looking at her, "can I touch it...?"
"Where to touch?"
"The fog allows me to touch wherever it wants."
Does this mean she's given the choice? That's a bit cunning.
Xu Wu gave a light hum, but... it wasn't exactly something to dislike.
About thirty seconds passed.
Jie Ying silently counted to thirty-one in her mind, already prepared to be scolded by Xu Wu, as what she had just said was indeed a bit too much.
He thought the fog wouldn't like it.
Thirty-five seconds.
As a pale hand reached out in front of him, he heard the girl's slightly awkward voice: "Only here."
He spoke coldly and sarcasticly, but his ears were red.
Then Jieying held it in both hands as if it were a precious treasure, carefully placing it down, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief, her forehead resting loosely against the back of her hands.
It's so hot.
Xu Wu curled her fingertips; the temperature of his forehead was indeed a bit too high for her.
Then, just like last time, it wasn't just a simple touch.
Jie Ying raised her head slightly, and a kiss landed on the back of her hand.
Xu Wu trembled.
Next is the middle finger bone, and then the fingertip.
But it wasn't over yet. When his fingertips touched Jieying's soft lips, he opened his mouth slightly and took his index finger into his mouth.
Author's Note: This Jing Shu is a bit like a clown here [clown][clown]
Let me eat the nutrient solution (Big's mouth wide open.jpg)
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