Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Cheng Ying's body stiffened for a moment, and then he turned to the left, lying on his side, hiding his face in the deep shadow between his body and the backrest.

You have to bear the consequences of your own actions.

If she wants to pretend that she doesn't understand, then go ahead. It's indeed all his fault.

Looking at his neat hairstyle that resembled Zhu Jiu's, and the muscle memory left over from when he just played with the magic cube, Jingzhi couldn't bear to mock him again.

She picked up the orange on the table and peeled it slowly. As if they were having a heart-to-heart talk, she sat on the carpet under the sofa and slowly told Cheng Ying, who had his back to her:

"Aying, some things are already destined and cannot be changed, so we have to learn to accept it."

"To cover up its existence by hurting others is the dumbest way."

"How do you know that that shortcoming can't become your advantage?"

Cheng Ying, who was curled up on the sofa, slowly stretched out his body a little.

The fact that she is willing to say so much to him, does it mean that she is slowly forgiving him?

"Uh... well... cough..."

Cheng Ying turned back and tried again, but the result was still no good.

The voice is hoarse and unpleasant, and the tone is out of tune.

Cheng Ying's eyes felt hot, he took a deep breath and quickly closed his eyes.

It would be too embarrassing to cry in front of her.

Just as he was about to turn his head back, Jingzhi, who was biting a slice of orange, suddenly reached out and put her hand on his neck.

A warm current flowed along her warm and delicate fingertips and into his throat.

Cheng Ying only felt that his whole body began to become warm, and even the sleepiness disappeared a lot.

After a while.

"Okay, try again?" she said.

"Wow... cough cough..."

It's still the same, but the texture of the sound is no longer as noisy and harsh as before.

Could it be that she knows some magical arts?

Is she a fairy?

But... in this situation, it seems that even the fairy can't save him.

Cheng Ying became completely depressed.

[This isn't caused by injury; it's natural. You don't need to try anymore.]

These words under the moonlight deeply hurt Jingzhi's eyes.

Is it a punishment from heaven?

Zhu Jiu stole a lifetime, so God made him lose the ability to speak in this life.

The retribution of karma will not manifest itself in the present moment, but will be felt in his future life.

While Jingzhi felt sorry for Cheng Ying, she also felt sorry for Zhu Jiu.

Forget it, it’s better for him not to think about the past.

Otherwise, how could Zhu Jiu, such a proud person, accept that he was mute...

……

Jingzhi sighed and patted his shoulder gently, "It's okay."

Anyway, in his previous lives, he only talked more when he was with her, and he talked very little at other times.

She stuffed an orange into her mouth and counseled him:

"You can write (chew chew chew), it's just a little troublesome. Those who really want to make friends with you (chew chew chew) won't care about this -"

Before she could finish, Cheng Ying suddenly hugged her waist, twisted her around, and pressed her down on the sofa.

She was holding the orange in her hand, and he pressed it against the armrest above her head.

Cheng Ying looked at her with burning eyes. Although he was approaching slowly, he was indeed getting closer.

Jing was startled and immediately rolled up the orange slice that was on her lips and chewed it quickly.

You little mute, you dare to push me? Just wait for me!

I’ll scold you after I swallow it!

The oranges I bought were so sweet, why did the person suddenly turn yellow?

……

As soon as she swallowed a mouthful of orange, the gulping sound seemed to wake Cheng Ying up. His mouth just brushed her lips, and he turned his head to the side, resting his head lightly on her shoulder.

How come this woman is so nice?

He treated her like this, and now she came to comfort him.

Cheng Ying's chest was heaving violently, but luckily he managed to turn the tide in the last second and avoided doing anything that he would regret.

To be honest, someone like her deserves better...

……

Cheng Ying's hug is very similar to Zhu Jiu's.

Every time they hugged each other like this, Zhu Jiu was afraid of crushing her.

His elbows were always supported under her armpits, allowing his body to hang in the air.

Jingzhi glanced sideways at Cheng Ying's slightly red earlobe, and suddenly called out "Ajiu" in her heart.

In her emotion, Jingzhi, who wanted to slap him to death, suddenly had tears in her eyes and patted him on the back twice.

The soothing gesture made Cheng Ying, who was already moved, shudder all over. Unable to do anything, Cheng Ying could only hold her waist even tighter, as if this was the last hug between them.

……

"Hey...Aying...do you really not like me?"

Cheng Ying gritted his teeth and shook his head, but his arms were almost breaking her waist.

"Ah... When are you going to admit it?"

Cheng Ying: Unless he is no longer mute, but that is impossible.

He admits.

He seemed to really like her.

But he couldn't tell her, and he shouldn't tell her.

But whenever he thought of her leaving, Cheng Ying's heart was filled with reluctance.

Even though he closed his eyes, the tears still flowed out, down his chin and dripped onto her shoulder.

Jingzhi felt a heat on the side of her neck, and her eyes, which had become distant and blurry due to deep memories, suddenly focused back, "Alas, you are even more stubborn than me."

Forgive him?

He is now mute. God has punished him long ago.

……

A gentle kiss fell on the teardrop on his chin, bitter and astringent.

Cheng Ying propped up his head, covered his chin, and his eyelids fluttered in disbelief.

Two hot tears as big as beans fell from her red eyes and landed on Jingzhi's face with a plop.

He wanted to do something, but the profound reality made him raise his right hand in inferiority and gently wipe away the tears on her face.

He helped her sit up, pointed at the bed, and wanted her to sleep on it.

Unexpectedly, she grabbed the tightly buttoned collar, and the distance between the two of them suddenly narrowed to the extreme.

Cheng Ying could even count her eyelashes.

Opposite his lips, wet with tears, were her slightly upturned scarlet lips.

The subtle touch made his heart tremble.

Cheng Ying clenched his hands, resisting the urge to kiss back. He closed his eyes tightly, his mind filled with thoughts of "no," "she deserves better..."

The warm fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose for a long time, and Cheng Ying also hesitated for a long time, but the two of them did not kiss in the end.

Jingzhi tilted her neck back in disappointment, keeping a distance from him as he looked at her blankly.

Then she took his hand and sat down beside the bed.

The first one to lie down was Cheng Ying, who was pushed onto the pillow with a panicked look on his face.

He kept his mouth half open and his eyes slightly widened. It was obvious that he was stunned and had no idea how to react.

"You really don't like me?"

Cheng Ying shook his head subconsciously.

"What do you mean? Don't like it, or don't want to answer? Or... don't dislike it?"

The notebook was on the table and he couldn't get it.

She held both wrists tightly on the bed, and Cheng Ying couldn't sign.

There was no other way to express himself, so Cheng Ying could only slowly close his eyes, force a bitter smile, and mouth the words to her.

[…You deserve better, I’m not good enough.]

"...Then don't push me away. Change from now on. I'll be with you to become better, okay?"

The better she was, the more inferior Cheng Ying felt.

This strong sense of difference between heaven and earth almost made it impossible for him to breathe.

【Let me go, it's time for you to go to sleep. 】

"It's like this again! How long are you going to keep playing evasive?!"

Jingzhi's eyes darkened, and while he closed his eyes, she leaned over and quickly sealed his mouth.

Jingzhi had just stuck to him and nothing happened when Cheng Ying felt the blood rushing to his head.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his face flushed and he turned his head to the side, mumbling silently, "No."

She let go of his hands and cupped his face in hers, turning back, "If I say yes, then yes."

Just as she was about to kiss her, Cheng Ying's hands, no longer bound, suddenly pressed against her shoulders.

Jingzhi's entire upper body was lifted high by him, and the length of his arms was the same as the distance between their mouths.

Jingzhi lowered his eyebrows and covered his right upper arm with a wronged look, "It hurts, can you please let go?"

Cheng Ying looked at her inquiringly, then silently calculated the days in his heart, and then shook his head firmly.

[It's been a long time, you should be well now.]

【Also, I didn't touch your wound. 】

After lip-syncing, Cheng Ying took advantage of Jingzhi's silence and choked, and put her on the side of the quilt with lightning speed. He pushed her hard with both hands, and Jingzhi rolled to the inside of the bed with the quilt like sushi.

With her hands and feet bound, Jingzhi gnashed her teeth in anger, "Don't regret it. If you don't kiss me today, you won't be able to kiss me tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and countless more days in the future!"

Cheng Ying leaned on the bed with one knee, gently lifted her neck, and pushed the pillow down.

[You shouldn't kiss me at any time. Go to sleep.]

"Cheng Ying, it seems you didn't hear a word I just said!"

"If you don't like me, why did you hug me just now?! Is it fun to tease me??"

Cheng Ying felt guilty and was afraid that he would not be able to resist the temptation later. He stood up and strode towards the door before she could break free from the quilt.

"Click."

The door was gently closed.

"Get lost! Don't come back if you leave!"

Cheng Ying stood outside the door and covered his lips with his hand.

Even though it was just a light touch, he was already satisfied.

Some things should be concluded.

……