Chapter 138 Yes, Princess

Zhou Yili lazily leaned on Shen Jixing's shoulder.

"He didn't bully me, it's all my fault~"

“…”

The scene was suddenly filled with the aroma of tea.

Even Shen Jixing was strangely silent: "..."

The agent seemed to recognize Zhou Yili all over again, covering his face, not knowing who he was embarrassed for.

At least you should look at your body shapes before you pretend!

It's an eyesore!

After listening to the vivid translation, Mars pointed at Zhou Yi with his grey eyes red and said, "Disgusting... Disgusting this bad guy!"

Zhou Yili glanced at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

Look, what a simple and useless curse.

Then his head was pushed away by Shen Jixing.

Zhou Yili's little white flower suffered a setback for the first time. The tip of his tongue lightly touched his upper palate, making a "tsk" sound, and then his fine, slightly curled blue hair was rubbed.

Shen Jixing said to him: "It has nothing to do with you, continue rehearsing."

Those cold and aloof eyes seemed to be gentle to him only for a moment.

It was winter all night long for Mars.

"Come out with me."

Mars, who was about to jump up and down, immediately became obedient, followed him dejectedly with his tail between his legs, and called him in a low voice, "Brother."

There were staff coming and going in the backstage.

Shen Jixing didn't know anyone in Zhou Yili's team, but the other party seemed to be very familiar with him.

Until I walked into the empty lounge.

Shen Jixing then said: "I am not your brother."

His tone was naturally arrogant and cold, and even when Zhou Yili was closest to him, he would be hurt unintentionally, let alone this little brat.

Mars' eyes suddenly turned red. "I'm sorry, are you still angry with me?"

The translator poured tea for both of them.

The curl of tea smoke rose between the two of them, and the memory became blurred.

"…Who is he?"

Shen Jixing was curled up on the carpet in the corner of the sofa reading a book when he suddenly heard a childish voice. He raised his eyes and met a pair of grey eyes that were looking at him.

The Herberts' faces were a little stiff.

Try your best to comfort the lost and found child with gentle words.

This caused Mars to burst into hysterical tears. "I don't want a brother. I don't have a brother. Are you guys deliberately not wanting me? I don't like him. Let him go."

The scene was incredibly chaotic.

There was the boy's loud crying, the maids' anxious voices, and the couple's gentle soothing voices.

Shen Jixing sat in the corner of the sofa next to the fireplace, quietly and motionlessly.

This is not where he usually sits.

He has been working very hard to shrink himself.

He had no intention of occupying anything, he just wanted to have a corner that could accommodate him in the warm house.

But he met the glances which the Herberts chanced to cast at him.

There was a hint of resistance and alienation in the previously gentle and kind eyes. Shen Jixing said nothing and slowly closed the book.

"Nova...are there any places you want to go recently, such as the Great Magician's Circus, or the winter camp on the snowy mountains? You are timid and it seems that you have never gone out to play since you came here?"

Mrs. Herbert looked at him with the tenderest eyes.

Shen Jixing raised his eyes and smiled: "No, I'll go back to my country."

Mrs. Herbert's eyes froze, and she suddenly remembered something she had scanned but ignored when she entered the room.

It was a neatly packed small bundle on the low table.

“…”

"Brother." Mars' voice broke through the memories.

He carefully reached out his hand to hold Shen Jixing, but Shen Jixing gently moved his hand away.

Instead, she placed a cup of warm tea gently on his palm.

"I was too young at the time. You can't expect me to learn to be sensible at that time. I just subconsciously did what was appropriate for my age."

Mars' words are consistent with his character as a person.

Shen Jixing met his gray-red eyes and asked quietly, "Then why is it happening now?"

Mars said, “Now that I’m older, I know I hurt you, and I want to make it up to you.”

The hands gently held the teacup, and the grey eyes were filled with a warm red.

"I want to be a family with you, too."

This thought did not just come to him now, but Shen Jixing never paid any attention to him, and even had little contact with the Herberts.

Shen Jixing blew a puff of smoke lightly, and her calm and elegant tone was like the fragrance of tea lingering on the tip of her nose. "I heard that most artists have one thing in common: they are sensitive and imaginative. They will recall psychological time and space and emotional logic in the process of perceiving art."

“Are you stuck in a creative bottleneck?”

It's time to test your translation skills.

The translator finished speaking to Mars with sweat dripping down his back, and Mars immediately said, "No."

Shen Jixing was not in a hurry and asked back, "Or do you want to make up for the wrong logic that has occurred?"

Mars looked at him aggrievedly again, "I just realized that I did something wrong."

But it cannot be denied that he is an artist, which is why he feels bothered by this matter. Only by eliminating the psychological resentment can he create better works.

There is another reason.

Shen Jixing fits his aesthetic taste for oriental clothing.

He wanted to become a family with such an outstanding person and become his younger brother.

But Shen Jixing rejected him, "You are still too young. Sometimes grudges don't have to be completely eliminated."

Even though he stood there like a thorn.

Mars said, "But you hate me because I once hurt you."

"I don't dislike you."

Shen Jixing said calmly, "I have never disliked you, kid. Since you have made a decision that satisfies you, it doesn't matter how others judge whether it is right or wrong."

Mars stared at him blankly, his grey eyes watery, and he looked at him with more and more admiration.

"Then why can't you be a family with me...you are just saying nice things to me."

He hated himself for being young and ignorant.

Otherwise, what a happy little boy he would be to have Shen Jixing as his brother.

Shen Jixing seemed to find this sentence funny, "I never say nice things to anyone, I rejected you just because——"

"I have a family now."

…

Shen Jixing came out from the lounge.

I saw a young man leaning lazily in front of me, swiping the screen casually, as if he didn't hear anything, but he couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of his lips.

Shen Jixing said calmly: "Is the rehearsal over?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yili stretched out his arms and put his arm around him, his tone ambiguous and lazy, "Who do you have a family with?"

Zhou Yili’s tail was about to curl up.

Shen Jixing said: "Anyway, it's not you."

Then she walked forward with her long legs spread out, the broken stars on her shoulders swaying vaguely. Zhou Yili was stunned for two seconds before catching up with this cold and beautiful woman.

"Who else could it be if not me?!"

Zhou Yili's expression suddenly changed and he asked fiercely, "You were leaning on my arms and blowing bubbles this morning, but now you're turning your face against me? Tell me, who is it?"

Shen Jixing sometimes found him really annoying.

His tone was calm and funny. "How many times do you want me to respond to you?"

"Who else but you?"

“…”

Zhou Yili raised his eyebrows in satisfaction when the door of the lounge behind him suddenly opened: "There's still a nest!!!"

The lingering foreign ghost caught up with them.

"Don't care. You don't dislike me even though I'm so bad. You just like me."

"I want to join them and become a family!!!"

Zhou Yili thought, you haven't played yet, right? He was ready to punish him, but his drooping fingertips were gently pinched.

Shen Jixing took the initiative to interlock his fingers with his, "Run."

A different way to resolve conflicts.

The end result is——

Zhou Yili bent down and picked him up horizontally, then strode through the corridor behind the concert stage, her voice full of smiles and the wind.

"As you wish, Princess."