Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 91 The beauty in the world is closely linked with you

His thin lips were slightly raised, and a poor, meaningless smile appeared on his face.

When he grabbed the back of the neck suddenly, Jiang Yimian had a strong premonition that he was going to kiss her, she struggled to hide, and said to him almost without hope, "You promised me that I wouldn't be angry!"

Feng Beiting's movements suddenly stopped, as if he had been immobilized.

At that moment, Jiang Yimian felt that his words were as powerful as Kagome's "sit down" to Inuyasha.

She showed a forced and guilty smile, her face turned slightly pale, "I, I didn't mean to scold you..."

He blinked his eyes slowly, looked at her quietly, as if to say "Please start to justify yourself".

After stepping back a little bit, Jiang Yimian said after making sure that he retreated to a safe distance, "Look... I don't even remember what you said...

Is it possible that it is not my memory that has a problem, but your memory is wrong? "

Like schizophrenia or something.

She studied forensic science, not psychology, and her professional knowledge was limited, so that was all she could think of.

only--

If he is so seriously ill, what kind of split will he have?
Is there a "thinking" split?
Then what kind of affection do you have to be with her, so that you can ask for it without being dazed.

She likes Lin Sinan so much, but she's not like him.

Or is it that he has a strong and paranoid personality and can't tolerate what he can't get?

When she was in the second year of middle school, she had read many similar romance novels, in which the hero imprisoned the heroine if he disagreed with him, and the love was deep and passionate. At that time, she was still thinking, if there is such a person in real life who likes her alright.

If there is a time shuttle in this world, Jiang Yimian thought, she must go back to that time and slap herself severely: let you blindly make a wish!

When he came back to his senses, Feng Beiting was staring at her deeply, and said, "Mianmian, I'm not sick."

"..."

Ha ha.

She doesn't believe it.

He was so uncertain, he changed his face as soon as he said it, and his emotions came as fast as a tornado, which was obviously abnormal.

"But if you insist that I'm sick, you're probably right."

"Ok?"

So, is he sick or not?
Feng Beiting leaned forward, and cupped her face in his beautiful hands, "I can't help falling in love with you, do you think this is a disease?"

If it counts, then he is probably terminally ill and there is no cure.

"you……"

What did he just say?
love?

In a daze, Jiang Yimian remembered the conversation they had while watching a variety show not long ago.

In the show, the girl wanted to break up because the boy played too many tricks in the relationship. She didn't agree with the boy's way of doing that, but it seemed that Feng Beiting's point of view at the time was somewhat different from hers.

He said "but he likes it".

It seems that everything done out of love is worthy of forgiveness.

Of course, feelings are a matter between two people, and bystanders cannot easily evaluate anything.

It's just that Jiang Yimian feels that if girls have the same feelings for boys, then the crazy feelings are not paranoid, but affectionate.

Instead, that madness is just madness.

And she-

He didn't have any feelings for Feng Beiting other than friendship.

So she couldn't understand that while he said he loved her, he was talking to himself.

"Mianmian, I love you."

Before loving you, I had nothing.

I hesitated on the street, among the objects, everything was insignificant, without a name, the dusty room, the tunnel where the moon lived, everything was strange beyond imagination.

The world is made of chaotic air.

That world is crazy, dark, and inhuman, only you are always awake, cute, and spotless...

The beauty in the world is closely linked with you.

When Feng Beiting hugged her and lay on the bed, Jiang Yimian's barely relaxed nerves tensed up again.

He noticed it, and suddenly let go of his hand.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to wear a coat? Then put on pajamas." He said, he got up and walked into the cloakroom.

Jiang Yimian sat up in a daze.

He has her pajamas here?

So, he changed the suit she was wearing when she just woke up? !

Thinking of something, she tore open the neckline and took a look.

fine……

The underwear is still her own.

While she breathed a sigh of relief, her heart sank again.

Feng Beiting came out.

He changed into his pajamas, and he still held a set in his hand, which was obviously for her.

Soft macaron powder, dotted with a few small red cherries, like the previous one, this pajamas is exactly to her liking.

"Put it on." Feng Beiting handed it to her.

Jiang Yimian took it.

She got out of bed and wanted to go to the cloakroom to change, but Feng Beiting didn't stop her.

Holding the pajamas and walking into the cloakroom with a heavy heart, Jiang Yimian froze in shock, and the clothes in her arms fell off in response.

Into the eyes, is a wall full of women's clothing.

There are pajamas, coats, skirts, and trousers, all of her favorite brands and styles.

There are even shoes and jewelry.

It's just that these things were placed at the back of Feng Beiting's wardrobe, and they couldn't be seen unless they were moved.

She suddenly wondered, when did he prepare these?

Speaking of which, they have only known each other for a short time. Could it be that he prepared these things after he decided to confess?
Or……

The time they knew each other was not as short as she thought?

Some thoughts flashed through her mind very quickly, but before she could think about it, she was interrupted by Feng Beiting's voice.

"Have you changed yet?" He knocked on the door outside.

Before Jiang Yimian could answer, he said again, "Mianmian? I came in?"

After the words fell, he opened the door with a "click".

The voice that Jiang Yimian stopped was still choked in his throat, and he had already appeared at the door.

He looked at Jiang Yimian who was standing in front of the closet, and then at the clothes left at the door, his expression was indifferent, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

"You saw..." His voice was a little heavy, and he didn't look angry.

Bending down to pick up the pajamas that fell on the floor, he lifted his feet and walked towards her.

This scene is very similar to when I was in the elevator just now.

Feng Beiting, who was so silent and neither yin nor yang, was very scary. Jiang Yimian was a little scared, and subconsciously took two steps back.

But it's only two steps.

She stopped immediately, summoned up the courage to look up at him, "...Yes, I have seen it all."

So, will he give her a reasonable explanation?
Feng Beiting came over and held her hand. He did give her an explanation, but it was not reasonable.

He said, "These clothes are all for you. I don't have any other women."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Should she be happy about it?
He took the clothes and didn't hand them to her this time, but said, "Shall I change?"

"No need!" Jiang Yimian snatched it away.

Worried that it was too late, Feng Beiting was talking to herself again, so her tone was a little anxious, and she thought it would make him unhappy, but he smiled, with doting eyes, "Mianmian, I like you and me acting like a baby .”

Jiang Yimian: "..."

This is not coquettish!
She's not acting like a baby!
This is anger!Naked anger!
"I'll change clothes, you go out first."

"Are you afraid of what I'll do to you?" He suddenly put some unspoken things between the two on the table.

Jiang Yimian's hand holding the pajamas tightened suddenly, and she didn't know how to answer for a while.

Fortunately, it seemed that Feng Beiting's purpose was not to embarrass her, but to reassure her, because he said, "Don't worry..."

Just hearing these three words, Jiang Yimian thought he was going to say something like "I won't force you" later.

Unexpectedly, the young master said slowly, "I don't like the hasty courtship in a small room, I like elegant and leisurely romance."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Really, she was even more frightened after he finished speaking.

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After changing into pajamas and walking out of the cloakroom, the bright lights in the bedroom have been replaced by dim and warm wall lamps.

Feng Beiting sat on the head of the bed, facing her direction.

All around is silent and dark, only he is shining.

As soon as Jiang Yimian came out, she met his eyes, as if he had been looking at the door like that when she didn't come out.

Wait quietly.

"Mianmian, come here." Feng Beiting lifted the quilt and patted the place beside him.

Jiang Yimian walked slowly.

This is the first time she discovered that a pair of slippers with simple workmanship may weigh a thousand pounds.

She has never thought about sharing the same bed with a man in her life.

Although she is not an ignorant and pure ignorant girl, she has studied the circles and crosses thoroughly when she was a teenager, but it is only for the purpose of learning, not caught in any other feelings.

Even if she likes Lin Sinan, she has never had sex with those who have nothing. Most of her thoughts are that one day he finally likes her, what kind of method will she use to torture him, so as to calm down the "distortion" of her unrequited love now? "psychology.

And now-

A man who wasn't Lin Sinan invited her to share the bed with her.

This man is Feng Beiting.

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　　ps: You taste it, you taste it carefully, what will happen in the next chapter O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)