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"Don't worry, even though I'm a rational type, sometimes it's easier to explain things from that perspective."
Jiang Cheng finally couldn't help but turn his back, only to see a girl whose posture and appearance seemed completely different from anything he had seen before.
After being freed, her hands instinctively grasped hers, the interlaced fingers becoming containers for light, allowing more light to seep out from between her knuckles, weaving a hazy net between her nose and forehead. As her eyelashes trembled, they shed tiny specks of light, while the strands of hair that should have fallen to her shoulders now drifted like a misty galaxy, blurring her slender figure like the edges of a watercolor painting that hadn't yet dried.
White, blue, and purple on her clothes... the gorgeous girl woven from these three colors shimmered in the sunlight, but all of this paled in comparison to the eyes that were gazing at her at this very moment.
"I'll find a way to explain."
It is my responsibility.
If you don't want to be friends, then you have to face it.
Jiang Cheng was absolutely certain at that moment—however, the fragile will he had been forcing was easily pierced by the girl—with her slender, soft hand, which had been gently raised once again with the girl's lotus-like steps forward, pressed against his heart through his clothes.
Her slightly bowed head, along with her gentle features, revealed a tenderness; her willow-leaf eyebrows were fully relaxed, and... those eyes seemed to see through everything—
"But you're feeling guilty, aren't you?"
……
thump thump——
The heart, located on the left side of the body, is beating.
thump thump——
The heart being pointed at by those slender fingertips was beating.
thump thump——
The emotions contained within, the will preserved within, are consistent with the thoughts conveyed by those eyes—
Guilty.
Even though he had already talked to Mei about Sakura, it didn't mean that the boy had the experience or the patience to shamelessly say that he had a new lover again. It's precisely because he had experienced this once that he became less and less willing to say it directly.
How can I face Mei, whom I once guaranteed would only love one person, that I would only love you?
How can I tell the girl again that her love should be given away a little bit to others?
Please believe me at least once.
Her long, delicate eyelashes trembled, revealing her beautiful eyes.
"If I can't resolve this matter as you wish, then it's not too late for you to step in. Don't worry... I am definitely the person who understands you best in this world."
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Chapter 141 I have seen the most beautiful sun
Mistelin was indeed the person who understood him best in the world.
Understand weakness, understand guilt, understand just how vulnerable the mind of an ordinary person truly is.
They also understand how to convince a boy in the simplest way, and how to make him unable to refuse something he doesn't want to allow, using just a few words.
Look, I trust you so much, can't you trust me just this once?
—It is enough to simply convey this meaning.
—That level of aggrieved look in her eyes was enough to leave Jiang Cheng speechless.
"If that's really what you want."
Mistelin gently intertwined her fingertips, tilted her head, blinked her right eye, and smiled tenderly. "Yes, please trust me completely."
“Tell me what’s wrong…” he said.
"Me too!" Kiana raised her hand as well.
Even if some things are not understood, and unlike Mistelin who transforms into someone who watches the boy 24/7 and uses dozens of screens to see him from every angle, ensuring that every angle, every movement, every detail of his body is recorded, even the trembling of his eyelashes and the different movements when his mouth opens, are completely recorded, it is all perverted.
Having listened to Kiana for so long, I can roughly understand the current situation, or rather, what will happen next, just like the argument I had with Mei on the roller coaster.
“Please call me if you need anything,” Kiana said, her expression as energetic as ever. “I’ve caught up quite well now, and I’m no slower than her.”
"Okay."
The girl, who readily accepted all requests and demands, pointed in the direction that Theresa and the other two had headed—
"Before we go, let me introduce you to some of the facilities and buildings here, Miss Kiana."
“You’ve been lingering here for so long, you must be hungry. I remember that the Kaslana family members all have big appetites.”
what……
Big appetite...
The girl, who had never hidden her appetite much in her past interactions with the boy, suddenly became a little concerned after her identity changed—becoming closer to Ling Qi's lover.
My body hesitated, rooted to the spot, unable to resist even the delicious food that lay in the direction it was pointing towards, lost in thought...
Not as quiet as Mei...
Will I be disliked? Will I not be liked by so many people?
He lowered his head slightly, hesitated, and remained silent until the fragrant aroma wafted towards him once more—
The fingertips were gently lifted.
He stared directly into those silvery-white purple eyes.
"Don't worry."
she says.
……
……
……
Those things hidden deep in their hearts were easily brought to light, things that even their stinky old man had never guessed before.
Seemingly energetic and carefree, V Temple [Baqi Qizhuan] is actually just hiding a delicate inner girl, standing there blankly.
Those clear, azure eyes stared wide open, meeting the gaze of those dreamy eyes that were as gentle as a mother's and seemed to encompass everything.
Okay... Liuling 22, Yisan 4, Dam 8, Die...
So close……
Mistelin gently took her hand again, getting so close that she could almost smell the scent of her hair. Her long, silvery hair, dyed like molten silver, brushed against her nose, and before she could say anything, she swallowed all the words she wanted to hide.
Facing Kiana, who was slightly dazed and blushing from the close proximity, she winked playfully.
"Don't worry about these things. Jiang Cheng is willing to show you his flaws, so you don't need to hide them either."
"what…"
"what…"
"it is good……"
The girl didn't even know when she nodded.
They were simply following the demands of the person in front of them subconsciously.
After losing their initial dissatisfaction and excitement, they seemed powerless to resist this posture and unable to refuse any of his words.
I want to rely on someone, I want to embrace someone.
This impulse was second only to his longing for Jiangcheng.
Even if you've never seen her before, images of her wearing black hot pants and a black and white striped top will keep flashing before your eyes, and you'll unconsciously mistake those dreamy purple eyes for green.
LCHLIEBEDICH——
It was as if a voice, as gentle as the one before me, was echoing in my mind.
All of this left Kiana frozen in place, listening to Misteline's announcement—
"In short, all you need to do is show your true self without reservation, and let love work its magic. As lovers, you should naturally be tolerant of each other and change for each other. Hiding yourself out of fear of having your shameful side exposed only creates distance, making it impossible for the two of you to work things out or accept each other."
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……
Love is the blend of selflessness and selfishness; if it consists of only one aspect, it is absolutely not love, and it is something so extreme that it will ruin both people.
Although it sounds too wonderful to mention.
But, just as the boy once said—
People who lack love from childhood subconsciously believe that love is the purest thing in the world, but the world usually deals them a heavy blow... But I won't. I'll tell you that love is indeed the purest thing in the world, because, you know, I'm also someone who lacks love.
When they encounter a little love, they can't help but set themselves on fire and give it away. However, most people are just withered grass. Even if they set themselves on fire, what can they burn out?
It was probably just a wisp of light, and it would only remain in our eyes for perhaps a fleeting moment.
But there are indeed people in this world who can appreciate withered grass, and there are indeed people who are willing to care for withered grass.
For the poor who can't afford flowers, and the beggars in tattered clothes, even weeds are precious. They have no flowers or plants, nor do they need them. They are not qualified to take care of those delicate flowers and plants. So, the weeds that accompany them are the best.
Mistelin finally caught Kiana's body, flipped her over, and pushed her back, shoving her towards Jiang Cheng.
"I've finished eating my peaches, so you can have the peach juice. That's enough to satisfy me anyway."
Her steps were unsteady, as if the floor were burning hot, and like the protagonist in a classic cartoon from the last century, she bumped into the boy, only to be gently caught around the waist just before she fell over—actually, Jiang Cheng caught her directly, his strong arms encircling her slender waist with an air of wanting to completely merge her pure yet alluring body into his embrace. She barely managed to resist Mistelin's strength.
The girl's entire vision had been spinning, and for a moment the ground was so close that she felt she could almost touch the strands of her hair, and she could even see the dust on the ground.
Panic and helplessness surged into my heart in an instant—though they were quickly overwhelmed by the calm and steady atmosphere of Jiangcheng.
Even as the instinctive act of raising one's hand out of fear of pain had just begun, the world came to a standstill.
The ground was incredibly close to him, but only close; it didn't go any further down, not even a fraction of a second.
The gaze shifted slightly downwards.
One hand caught him steadily.
"error?"
In the brief moment of the girl's stunned silence, before she could even struggle, Jiang Cheng reached out and grabbed her knees, lifting Kiana completely off the ground, leaving her with no foothold.
Although she had experienced similar upheavals in her life before, even riding roller coasters and easily doing a dozen backflips, the girl, who was quite athletic, was still too panicked to experience this.
The instinctive tension of being suspended in mid-air intertwined with the sense of security of being so close, causing Kiana to unconsciously let out a cute cry.
"Ugh..."
"Misteline, be careful too. Although I'm not an ordinary person anymore, I won't let Kiana fall down no matter what."
The sound pierced my ears forcefully.
At the same time, a face was forcibly crammed into those clear eyes, the black, wispy hair backlit as if each strand were transparent, and the cherry blossom-like eyes sparkling within them.
Even if you can only see half a face when looking up from below, you can still tell who the person in front of you is.
A sharply defined half-profile face was bathed in sunlight—the body's owner was looking up at the distance.
"Don't say that... Right now, you're someone who can land in the stratosphere without a parachute or clothes and not get hurt. If you don't limit your reaction speed, you can probably stretch an ordinary person's one second into a minute."
A familiar voice came from behind, and you could see a thoughtful glint in those cherry-colored eyes.
What was he thinking?
I'm too lazy to even mention things like this anymore.
At this very moment, Kiana's azure eyes could only reflect the boy's profile, every single detail, including his naturally flowing hair and his golden eyelashes—everything was recorded.
what……
It's Jiangcheng...
No wonder you pushed me like that.
The initial dissatisfaction caused by Mistelin's sudden shove vanished almost instantly.
This was the first time Kiana had been in such a passive state and had such close contact with the boy. His scent and warmth clearly entered Kiana's nostrils.
My face flushed bright red instantly; I was embarrassed, annoyed, and at a loss...
A mix of emotions instantly filled Kiana's mind, causing her to close her eyes and avoid looking him in the eye.
The difference between being proactive and passive is simply too great. The ability to take the lead largely determines one's thoughts, not to mention that the initial enthusiasm has long since faded.