Religious

Obviously there are other more important questions, but what comes out of my mouth is... "Why do you want to help me?"

After speaking, Ming was stunned, and couldn't help thinking about his abnormality.

curious?

Suspect?

……expect?

—Because she is special?

How could there be such a delusion.

The point is to tell the reason why the president who 'doesn't care about anyone' helps her.

Little effort?Or, in fact, this person is not as indifferent as she said, and still has compassion for others?

Soon, Ming deeply realized that she thought of Yucheng too simply.

While Ming was thinking, the beautiful figure who was standing at the sink washing the dishes had already moved in front of her, and even her hands had been wiped clean, without any drop of water or foam.

"I'm not helping you." Mo Yu's eyes flickered with an unknown light, and at this moment, it gave people the illusion that they would break if touched, "I'm helping myself, my former self."

It seems to be able to erode the spirit of others.

Deep loneliness and helplessness.

The situation of the president when he was young and himself at this time overlapped.

There has been a resonance between her and the president.

You don't need to spend a lot of brain power, and you can immediately understand the meaning of the other party's language.

She is the epitome of the president's childhood.

The same involuntary, also trapped in the 'cage'.

The difference between the two is that she can choose to escape.

The president was forced to face it.

Why do you have to follow their instructions?

I want to be my real self.

Who can help me……

——This was the mood she kept ignoring, and it was also the voice of the president at that time.

The current chairman is not affected by the outside world.

It is the wound branded in the bottom of my heart from the past, stinging her.

Those scars have not really healed, and are in a scab state.

It could split again at any time.

For example, at this moment.

"Thank you anyway." Even though the president only wanted to redeem her past self, she was really happy that someone could understand her feelings and was even willing to help her find an answer.

And sincerely grateful.

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"What's wrong?"

"No...that..."

The wet black hair covered by the towel was slightly exposed, and the bare hands wiped it casually, the movements were free and elegant.

As if she had just taken a bath, the girl's skin was rosy and white, as if water could be squeezed out. Just by looking at it, one could imagine how delicate it was.

The appearance of the country is already beautiful, but at this time it is more appropriate to describe it as 'disaster for the country and the people'.

How could an ordinary movement be performed so beautifully by her.

Twist her own thigh, Ming self-hypnosis, normal mind...

"Well, are you free tomorrow?" Too nervous, Ming unconsciously used honorifics.

"I'm free, what's the matter?"

"I have something to discuss. It may take a long time to talk about it now."

"It's okay now, anyway, tomorrow is Saturday."

"Ugh?"

"You care about normal work and rest?"

"No, no."

"Then I'll go get some water."

"Ah good."

The sound of the door closing woke Ming up.

Said, lied...

Subconsciously said 'no'.

Actually quite concerned.

If you go to bed too late, you will have a headache the next day.

but……

Without the slightest remorse.

The roots of troubles.

For some reason, I thought of this word.

No wonder the ancient kings smiled for the Pomeranians and tried their best.

Beautiful people look good no matter what they do.

I can't help but wonder how beautiful it is when I smile.

Is this what it feels like to be deluded?

The door happened to be pushed open.

There was no abnormality on Ming's face, but in fact, the hands on the thighs tightened instantly.

I thought my heart was going to stop...

I'm so guilty.

And... what kind of emotion is this?

Can't think about it.

I have a hunch that if I figure it out, everything will be different.

The glass of water was placed on the table, making some noise.

Ming realized that there were only the two of them in this confined space.

The already tightened hands deepened again, and the knuckles of the fingers turned white.

The moment Yu Chengmina turned around, he let go.

There will be the idea of ​​being alone and widowed in the same room... Is there something wrong with her mind?The other party is a girl.

Feeling the sinking of the side, after two seconds, the brain received the message of "Yucheng Minato is already sitting next to her".

"What do you want to discuss?"

The other party's words intensified their contempt for him, and his elegant and beautiful face was tainted with self-deprecation, with a strange sense of beauty, "I can't find the answer 'alone', I have been escaping for a long time. The reason why I chose to play Ando Nozomi No need to think about it."

"What are you afraid of?"

This person is really...

It was always clear what was the point.

"If you think about the meaning of your own existence, you will feel confused and lose yourself. And as the president said... It is human instinct to need love. If I look at my heart, I don't know what I will do when I lack love."

There is no exaggeration, just trying to face it alone for a while, I ran to knock on Yucheng Minato's door in fright.

It is almost becoming a beast that feeds on love for a living, and the emptiness in its heart is terrifying.

"But if the president is with me, you will guide me back to the right track and prevent me from doing stupid things, right?"

Eyes full of stardust like the night sky.

With anticipation and peace of mind.

Yu Cheng was taken aback, why did he trust her so much...

The other party's surprise was conveyed to Ming, forming an information asymmetry, misunderstood that Yu Chengmin was troubled, Ming quickly said, "If you are troubled, you don't have to..."

"Not bothered."

This was the first time the chairman interrupted her, and it should be to prevent her from continuing to think about it.

There was tension in the gentle voice, "Is it really possible?"

"Ah."

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It’s been three years since I wrote an article, and now I’ve finally caught the feeling and gradually returned to my original level QwQ