Instead of going back to the bedroom, Master Jiu went to the bathroom.
He soaked himself in the bathtub and pulled a warm towel to cover his eyes.
The world is quiet, except for the sound of water flowing continuously.
His whole body relaxed, but his mind was still running, going around and around, and finally stayed on that picture.
In the picture, the girl smiles coldly, her eyes are very proud, as if nothing in the world can enter her eyes.
But doesn’t it mean that nothing in the world can enter his eyes?
Of course that includes him.
No matter how others were afraid of him, that girl never took him seriously, or in other words, she never even looked at him.
The man raised his hand and grabbed the towel. In front of him was a young woman standing in front of him wearing a bath towel. She smiled slightly, her long and curly hair was gently washed, she was beautiful and moving.
Master Jiu put his hands on the edge of the bathtub and looked at her with a smile on his face: "Go out, I don't want to be angry today."
The girl spread her hands regretfully and touched her lips: "Don't you look like her?"
Master Jiu smiled and said, "You have been imitating it for so long, how can you still be so different?"
When he smiles, it's like he's flirting with someone, three parts gentle and seven parts romantic.
"Not only do they look alike, they are simply two completely different people."
The girl in front of me has no resemblance to that person except that she looks a bit like that person.
The more he watched, the more irritable Mr. Jiu became.
"What do those people do for a living? After teaching you for so long, did you end up teaching such a weird thing?"
The girl originally had a smile on her face, but after hearing these words, her face suddenly turned livid, and her body that was originally twisting well became stiff.
She stood there uneasily, staring at him blankly: "I am Jiuye."
She carefully selected a substitute from so many people who was somewhat similar to that person.
During this period of time, Master Jiu was also very kind to her, giving her whatever she asked, and never said a harsh word to her or made a show of his face. Over time, she felt that she was special.
But she forgot that a substitute is just a substitute after all.
What's more, she is still a stand-in who doesn't look very similar to the one she imitates.
There was a crash.
Master Jiu walked out of the bathtub directly. He was wearing nothing, so he just walked over and stopped in front of the girl with full oppression.
He lifted the girl's chin with his wet fingers, moved slightly closer and said: "Don't be smart, you must be what she is like. If you can't even imitate the most basic thing, then you don't exist.
It’s necessary.”
The girl's face suddenly turned pale.
A cold sweat broke out on her back.
Even the voice he spoke became stumbling: "Jiuye, I, I understand, I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."
Who knew that even my apology was the wrong thing to say.
The warmth on Master Jiu's face disappeared almost as soon as he finished speaking. He pinched her chin tightly and taught her word for word: "She won't apologize, even if she presses her head to interrupt."
She won't apologize like you for his bones."
Cowardly, these two words do not exist in her dictionary at all.