Sleeping and Passerby Heroine

"No one told you, do I like what you like?"

"Uh,…"

He died in an instant, and his heart was beating quickly. Why, like Xiaohui before, would occasionally make such a blushing heartbeat!

And also so calm as if nothing happened!

This time the dim yellow wall lamp did not turn on. Instead, the fluorescent lamp in the house was replaced. The north wind stopped, and there was no constant beating on the windows like that night. The incandescent light made her smile even more proud, even concealed. She was shy, biting on the soft and warm pastry, eating commoner snacks, dressed up as ordinary people, and the inaccessible aura of the past no longer exists, so she—

"Shiyu, you are beautiful today."

"…Oh."

She couldn't hide her shyness anymore, so she had to lower her head.

Why is this guy just a compliment, just such a plain sentence, just a sudden sentence, how can my heart beat so fast!

"So don't care about those things?"

Shiyu understood what Qianyi was talking about.

"..."

She was silent first, and then sighed. The shyness that appeared just now seemed to be dispelled by his incomprehensible questioning.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

It should have been a warm atmosphere filling this narrow 2DK old house. The wheel cakes on the goose yellow round table exude a mouth-watering taste. The room does not have the sweet and sweet smell of the past. This should have been followed. Next development-if not for his incomprehensible questions.

"You don't understand me at all."

"You still say this until now?"

Shi Yu's words made him laugh or cry, she rarely lowered her head, and the shadow of her bangs covered the expression on her face. This was not a willful little temper.

Unconsciously, there was a solemn atmosphere all over her. For a while, she held the paper bag and put her hand on the table, looking up at this man who had become the most important man in her life. His face is still the same as before. The familiar wry smile, he must have thought he was trying to force it again.

I have really changed, it was for you.

"Now, Qianichi, I ask you, do you care if I ever kissed Renya in front of you?"

"Of course I don't care, I'm not a three-year-old kid."

He is decisive.

"Why don't you care?"

"Ah? Don't you think I care? No... If you say that, I will care, but I'm not that way—ah! I don't know if you understand what I'm talking about."

"Idiot, do you think I am like a woman who asks you about superficial things?"

The conversation between the two people was a little inexplicable, but Shiyu couldn’t help but smile when she saw Qian Yi’s flustered look. She was indeed the man she chose. Although she was naive in terms of feelings, he was always in these things. He has his own ideas, and he is used to standing in the perspective of others, comparing his heart to heart.

You know, Xiaohui and him have done a lot of things.

Men and women are the same in this respect.

"that…?"

Qian Yi was a little confused.

"I like you, and what I like is the man Mushan Qianichi. I care about your past. I will be jealous because you have been intimate with others. I will become angry because of the absence of me in your past. I will think of you occasionally. Some memories I didn't know made me smile and indignant."

At this moment, she revealed the side that belonged to her literary and artistic girl, feeling the temperature transferred from the warm wheel cake in her hand, which was the blazing heat that could melt the ice.

"Although these are all very sad things, it is undeniable that you can grow into the current Kiyama Senichi thanks to them. Your indecision, nosy, stupidity, etc. are all given to you. "

"Wait! Why can you say such damaging things in such a gentle tone without incident..."

"Idiot, don't ruin the atmosphere."

Blame me?

Qian Yi's urge to spit out again.

"But, you know, I have no memory of the past—"

"Then you remember now."

"But I didn't have it when I met you!"

I still care about it after all!

"It's also because you have lost your memory that you can meet me, and that's why you can rush into my world and break these shackles with that kind of almost brutal attitude. This is also your past, so it settles in you, Although you may feel contradictory, but I don’t care about it. What I like and love is now standing in front of me, thinking for my sake, lamenting for my own weakness, and then making a tree like an worm. Just as stupid as this man-Asaichi Kiyama."

When she smiled, she would not have the sweet dimples on her face like Xiaohui, nor would she show the cute little tiger teeth like Yinglili. She swayed gently in the mountains like a lily, and her words were full of words. The longing and fantasy of love.

Qian Yi is almost suffocating.

This...she...has already thought so much.

Actually, it’s the same for herself. Why Shiyu would like her? It’s because she is the Shiyu she likes now. Even if there were things that made her sad in her past, it was the testimony of Shiyu’s growth and she became herself. The'nourishment' of Shiyu that she likes, her judgment, behavior, and even dressing all need to experience certain things to make herself like it.

It doesn't matter how many people she meets, whether she exists or not.

They are all independent individuals. Everyone must have encountered all kinds of things before being liked by others. There is no way to avoid this.

Shiyu knows this very well, and Qianyi knows it very well, in fact they are very clear.

So there is no way to completely deny the other party.

If it is denied, isn't it that even the self who likes the other person is also denied?

This is like our Ouroboros, when it feels like it jumps out, it finds itself still tightly connected there.

"Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

"Ok."

He just nodded, waited for a while, and then went on.

"You... must be very tired, right?"

After all, he said what he didn't say this afternoon.

"hiss--"