Cancan exclaimed, and Lin Jiyue was also taken aback. She stopped what she was doing and slowly turned around.
Zhuang Licheng was leaning against the cabin, and the sunlight hit his face slantingly, making his deep and delicate facial features look more three-dimensional.
He looked at himself with doubtful eyes again, and he was still looking at himself intently.
The two of them remained silent, no one spoke, Cancan stood aside, not daring to make a sound.
"Brother!"
Finally, it was Lin Jiyue who spoke out first!
Zhuang Licheng frowned slightly and said coldly, "Damn it, who is your eldest brother?"
"Young Master."
"Get down!"
Zhuang Licheng gave Cancan a vicious look, and Cancan's expression changed and he trotted away quickly.
"You want to be my sister, Zhuang Licheng, but you are not qualified yet!"
Seeing that she remained silent, Zhuang Licheng said something coldly.
Lin Jiyue felt that the circles under her eyes suddenly became moist, and she quickly lowered her head.
Seeing that she not only ignored her words, but also lowered her head, did she hate herself so much? She didn't even want to take another look at her?
An unknown anger suddenly arose in Zhuang Licheng's heart, and he slowly walked towards her, walked up to Lin Jiyue, and pinched her chin.
With a strong effort, he raised her face and forced her to face him.
Touching the warm tears in the corner of her eyes, he suddenly panicked.
"Damn it, why are you crying? Did I bully you?"
He didn't know why, but seeing her crying made him feel a little distressed.
Lin Jiyue stared at him blankly, and suddenly she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Wuwuwu, I don't want you to be my brother, and I don't want to be your sister, I don't want it, I don't want it..."
What should she do? At this moment, she no longer wanted to worry about any scruples or taboos. She missed his arms so much and wanted to cry happily in his arms. She missed his tenderness and his love.
Domineering, his love, everything about him.
I know I can't do this, I know I can't sink like this, but what should I do?
She couldn't control her heart. The man she loved was standing in front of her. She could reach out and touch him. She didn't want to suppress herself... At this moment, let her enjoy it.
His warm embrace... I really miss him so much... I miss him so much...
"Damn, um... you hit my wound."
Zhuang Licheng groaned, looking at the crying little person in his arms, he actually had the urge to comfort her.
What's the matter? Don't you always hate women's touch? But why didn't he even think about pushing her away? Seeing her crying so sadly, he actually felt distressed. But, this woman is too much.
A little bit...
His nose was filled with runny nose and he was crying. Did he know that he had mysophobia? Moreover, his wounds were still recovering. She actually threw herself into her arms so hard and hugged herself so hard.
There were waves of wetness in her chest, and Zhuang Licheng couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently pressed her head.
Lin Jiyue's body froze, and she raised her tear-stained face, "Cheng..."
She murmured softly, with a faint smile on her face.
Zhuang Licheng looked at his hand that had reached her head in astonishment and his eyes widened.