With just one sentence, Jie's face turned red again.
The red color is so obvious, like fire.
He didn't feel shy, but real embarrassment.
"I... am ugly." Jie lowered his head in embarrassment.
Oddly enough, he was used to hearing others call him ugly, but he didn't take it seriously, but the girl in front of him...
Just the thought that she would think he was ugly made his heart feel like it was pricked by needles, and he felt so uncomfortable.
Ling Luo stretched out her hand and rubbed Jie's head. The hair on his head was as gray and yellow as withered grass, which was extremely unhealthy.
"Your eyes are beautiful."
It's not comfort, it's praise.
The minds of teenagers, like girls, are very delicate. They have a strong need for self-esteem and care about others' evaluations of themselves.
Jie didn't expect that he would be answered with such a sentence.
"Eyes are the windows to the soul. You can see through a person by looking at his eyes." Ling Luo looked at him and smiled, "You are the person with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen."
Zed was excited.
I was so excited that I couldn't contain myself.
This is the only affirmation he has received since he became conscious.
What's more important is that this affirmation comes from her, whom he likes the most.
"Huh? It's so strange. Why did the color of your pupils turn purple?" Ling Luo looked over and was very confused.
She was very close.
Her tall nose was only an inch away from his broken nose bridge.
He could even feel her soft breathing.
Jie seemed to be struck by lightning, he didn't dare to move, he even held his breath.
My heart beats like a pounding.
"I...I don't know..." Zed couldn't even speak.
The heartbeat is getting faster and faster, almost beyond the scope of human beings.
"It's weird, why is purple getting darker and darker at night?" Ling Luo became more and more confused.
She finally noticed something strange about the boy in front of her: "Why don't you breathe?"
She stretched out her hand and placed it on the tip of Jie's nose without resting on it.
While worried, Ling put a hand on his wrist again, his pulse was extremely fast, galloping like a wild horse running wild.
"Quick, breathe!" Ling Luo ordered with a frown.
It was about to explode. Zed felt deeply uncomfortable.
He listened to her words very much, gasped hard, and subconsciously stepped back to distance himself from her.
After breathing smoothly, the burning heat on my face gradually faded away.
"It turned from purple to black again. It's really strange." Ling Luo muttered.
There are so many secrets about this boy, especially his physique. His eyes will turn purple when he is excited, and he can live in peace even after eating so many Jing Yuan Fruits.
He didn't know how to answer her question.
Ling Luo cast his eyes on the decaying adobe walls and sighed: "This house is too dirty. If you continue to live here, there is a high chance that the wound will become infected and suppurate."
Zed lowered his head sadly, what could he do.
"I live in this house very well."
In fact, this is the best house he has ever lived in. At least it won't leak when it rains, and it can block the cold wind in winter.
"You lie down first and wait for me."
Ling Luo stood up and left Jie's broken house.
She looked around and found that the three tiled houses at the front of the row of tiled houses where the slaves lived were in pretty good condition, and even had a small courtyard as big as a palm.
She called the steward of this row of houses, pointed to the three decent tile-roofed houses and asked, "Are there any available? I want to rent one."