I, the first son, became a woman

Turned into a surprise.

Questioning general dumbfounded.

"Xia Juan, why...why did you..."

"Don't you dislike Ye Ning?"

"That's what you told me yourself!"

"I said it myself."

Nodding his head, he rolled his eyes and shook off Jian Feiyu's hand.

Xia Juan sighed helplessly and looked at the other party squarely.

"Jian Feiyu, I hate other people pestering me the most."

"No! Xia Juan, since you said it yourself, then you..."

"Because I don't even like Ye Ning! Why would I like you?!"

The decisive words made Jian Feiyu's voice stop suddenly, and he became sluggish.

"I didn't like Ye Ning before."

"But...does that mean I like you?"

"Or……"

"Why do you think I like you?!"

The anger and emotions that had accumulated over time seemed to have finally found an outlet at this moment.

Xia Juan glared at Jian Feiyu viciously.

Burn the anger of many days completely, tilting like torrential rain.

Every word and every sentence of her seemed to be gnashing her teeth and roaring.

"you--"

"It's far worse than him!"

Roaring like a roar.

Xia Juan was out of breath, and suddenly felt that the pressure suppressed in his chest seemed to be released for a while.

The rising anger and restlessness.

Also because of this sudden vent, it went out little by little.

"Anyway..."

I felt that I lost the impulsiveness and anger I had just had.

Xia Juan came back to his senses, and shook his head helplessly at Jian Feiyu who was stupefied in front of him.

"You do it yourself."

"If you like to stay, you can stay for a while, I won't drive you away."

"I go first."

Lifting the newly replaced curtain, Xia Juan refused to leave without hesitation.

Soon, Jian Feiyu was the only one left in the shop's cabinet, standing blankly.

Do it for yourself...?

Ha ha... what a familiar word...

Chapter 944

After that day, few people will see Xia Juan smiling and welcoming every guest.

She always sits in the shop blankly.

Holding a pen and paper in his hand, he was as dazed and absent-minded as if in a daze.

The border war is still going on, or has subsided.

Everyone told the gossip he had heard from others.

But the truth, no one can be sure.

Every day, countless rumors, true or false, can be heard on the streets of the capital.

Xia Juan also stopped going to the counter alone and listened to the untrue news.

She doesn't seem to have any big fluctuations anymore.

It seems that he is so happy with the situation, living his life very plainly.

Xia Juan once thought that if she and Ye Ning made up.

Then she will travel the world.

To see the ends of the world.

Let Han Minzi restore his previous strength, let him help him restore his manly body.

Only half a year has passed now.

Xia Juan seems to have gotten used to this simple, busy life every day.

A woman's body has long since lost any barriers and obstacles to her.

She will no longer be ashamed about taking a bath and going to the toilet.

And I won't feel embarrassed or look up because of dressing up as a woman.

Everything seems to be happening quietly, and I have become accustomed to it before I know it.

It's just that Xia Juan doesn't want to turn back into a man?

Of course she wanted to.

Her stubborn character made her think about changing back to her former self all the time.

But every time I have this thought.

When Xia Juan was about to take action, he couldn't help but sigh for a while, feeling exhausted.

"Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow..."

It's not that I don't want to.

Instead, he seems to be used to staying in the shop and busying himself with work.

Xia Juan recalled it once.

Unexpectedly, he found that he had stayed in the store for more than ten days without taking a step.

It seems that he has become the former Xia Juan who stays at home again.

But... what exactly has changed?

Xia Juan didn't know, and was very ignorant.

When she wakes up every day, she just practices exercises, settles accounts, and then sits blankly, not knowing what she is thinking.

Occasionally, she would suddenly wake up alone in the middle of the night.

Then he looked around, trying to see a certain figure.

But what is in front of me is only the orange candlelight flickering with the wind blowing through the crack of the door...

Many things have come to an end in Xia Juan's thoughts...

Xia Juan didn't know how long this kind of life would last.

But... She doesn't seem to reject it.

On the contrary, I have gotten used to it very comfortably.

Just until now.

Sometimes there will still be a figure of illusion in the corner of the eye.

So Xia Juan would be surprised and couldn't help turning his head away.

But it turns out...it's often just a visual dislocation when you don't pay attention.

Xia Juan works late most of the time.

Then it was dawn.

I just felt that as soon as I closed my eyes, I heard a loud voice outside the door.

But sometimes, Xia Juan also has dreams.

She will dream many, many things.

But almost without exception, all are nightmares.

The nightmare that haunted me once was the last time I saw the assassin when he was assassinated.

But now the nightmare.

It was the moment when he raised his head when he walked into the house...

Xia Juan broke into tears in shock.

She dreamed of swords and swords, and fierce horses trampled on her.

On the battlefield, corpses are strewn all over the field, and blood flows like rivers, which makes people shudder.

She roams the battlefield like a ghost.

She blankly glanced at everything in front of her.

As if looking for something.

But Xia Juan didn't know what he needed to find...

Some people say that nightmares are inner fears.

So after Xia Juan woke up, she also understood why she had a nightmare.

And why...

would be so irritable.

But things are doomed.

not to mention……

It is meaningless to say these now.

Awakened by the nightmare, Xia Juan simply got up and opened the shop.

She prepared tea like an elegant scholar.

So he poured tea for himself and tasted it unhurriedly.

In fact, Xia Juan didn't understand the aroma of tea.

At first, she felt that the tea was very bitter, and her tongue felt numb and dry.

But wait a moment.

The fragrance and slightly sweetness of the tea leaves seemed to slowly return to the mouth.

After a long time of bitterness, when waiting for a trace of sweetness.

That sweetness is a leap of dozens of times, the beauty that comes after suffering.

"I'm back! I'm back!"

"Really?"

"Hurry over and have a look, I heard..."

Ok?

"What's that sound?"