Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 375: The Days of Elopement with the Villain (32)

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 20, current affection level is 30]

Just as Song Zhishu was racking her brains to come up with a reasonable excuse, the system notification left her stunned for a while.

Chu Yao didn't take Song Zhishu's sudden abnormality seriously, after all, she wasn't used to being abnormal either.

He simply took an expensive step and walked over to the beggar who had just climbed ashore. Seeing the man's terrified and trembling expression, he suddenly smiled harmlessly and warmly.

This was the first smile Song Zhishu had seen since his transformation. A breathtakingly beautiful smile, radiating through all four seasons.

Seeing him smile, Song Zhishu lifted her foot.

They kicked the beggar back into the water once again.

Song Zhishu: Wonderful!

Seeing the young girl standing there dumbfounded, Chu Yao stopped smiling after that moment of amazement. He slowly approached, but couldn't find the words to say. When Song Zhishu finally looked up in confusion, he fell silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said slowly, "I was worried that something might happen to Miss Song if she was alone, so I followed her."

He didn't ask Song Zhi how she, as a top dancer, had honed her skills, nor did he ask why she stood out so much from others. Chu Yao had never asked her questions that might make her feel uncomfortable. He only worried...

I worry whether someone might harbor resentment over his unintentional rudeness.

"Chu Yao, don't you want to ask me something?" Song Zhishu felt a sour taste in her mouth, and she suppressed many words and impulses in her throat.

I wanted to hug him, kiss him, and make him reveal all his secrets. Unfortunately, before I could even ask a meaningful question, this undeniably pointless chatter burst out.

When Song Zhishu asked that question, she almost thought of jumping into the river herself. It was obvious the other person didn't want to ask, yet she was deliberately making herself suffer.

[Host, do you really want to be out of character? What's your fetish?] The white dumpling seized the opportunity and went all out, launching a barrage of sarcasm.

Chu Yao seemed not to have heard his puzzling question. He turned around, took elegant steps, lowered his head, and stared at the beggar who had just climbed up with a deathly expression.

Like snow falling in the twelfth lunar month, the cold air creates mist, swirling and circling around the eyebrows.

The beggar had lived most of his life and was quite the seasoned veteran. But he had never seen, never seen, such a dark, lifeless gaze that sent chills down his spine.

Under the gaze of those eyes, every second felt like an eternity.

With her back to Song Zhishu, Chu Yao couldn't see the man's appalling expression. She only saw the beggar's pale face, trembling as he let go of her hand and fell back into the water.

Song Zhishu was startled. It wasn't that she was a saint, but the beggar really hadn't laid a hand on her, and had even let her vent her anger. She didn't want to be the one who stood by and watched someone die. Maybe if she helped him, she and Chu Yao could even have a happy ending!

The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. Just as Song Zhishu was about to call for help, Chu Yao suddenly turned around.

The tenderness in his eyes was unfathomable, its shadowy presence hidden among the myriad lights of the city as Jiang Han lay dying. Only that captivating tenderness, emerging in the spring breeze, surpassed even his presence by seven-tenths.

"think."

Chu Yao seemed to know what Song Zhishu was going to say. He approached, bent down, and looked at the face so close to his own, listening to the girl's breathing. He unconsciously curled his lips into a smile.

I want to hear so much from you.