C9 That Bit of Boasting Style

"Why do I not like women? Didn't I say that before? I haven't met the person I like yet, so once I meet him, I'll be very engrossed in it. I won't let go even if it's as dry as the sea or rocks. "

"It's been so many years and I haven't seen you, not even going to the Qing Tower." The gold muttered in a low, indiscernible voice.

"Hmm?" Qingcheng stared blankly. A small flame was about to ignite in his eyes. Clearly, he had heard Jin's little mutterings.

"What are you trying to say? "Don't hide it. Say it once." Qingcheng couldn't stand the weird aura of gold anymore.

"Are you …" Jin stopped for a moment, then whispered in Mo Qingcheng's ear,

"You actually don't like women. You like men, don't you? You actually do have Long Yang's strength, right? "

Qingcheng stared at Jin Tian with a strange expression, his expression darkening bit by bit.

"Scram." Get the hell out of here right now and get out as far as you can. " Under her rage, Qingcheng sent a flying kick towards Jin Dabao's butt.

Jin Xiao twisted her waist, and miraculously dodged Mo Xie's foot, patting her chest as she rejoiced.

Qingcheng's angry roar caused the man in the bath to open his eyes, turning his head to look at her. At this moment, Qingcheng coincidentally turned her head, and the gazes of the two people met in the air.

"What are you looking at? Take your bath." Qingcheng hurriedly shifted her gaze away as she let out a ferocious roar.

Sunlight shone through the door, landing directly on Mo Qingcheng's body. His face was slightly flushed, appearing exceptionally beautiful under the sunlight, as though he was a gem with a faint red glow.

Standing in the room and listening to the constant sound of water, Qingcheng couldn't help but think of the unsuitable limits of a child. With a light cough, she walked out of the room.

"In a while, go in and help him dress." Mo Qingcheng said to the gold that had escaped from her room and was standing in the yard, tidying up the herbs.

Jin looked at Qingcheng, who had just walked out of the room. He stared at her dumbly and asked:

"Weren't you always taking care of her in the past?"

"You … Do what I tell you to do, and stop wasting my breath. " Qingcheng pushed the gold back into the room.

Jin Tian mumbled to himself as he carried the man out of the tub. Just as he was about to follow Qingcheng's instructions to help him dress, he was rejected.

The man did not speak. He used the simplest and most direct method to prove that he could wear clothes and did not need help from others.

Jin pouted and walked out of the room without a word. Since he was able to dress himself, he was quite happy for his leisure.

"Why did you come out?" Qingcheng held the herb in her hand and stared at the gold with a strange expression.

Jin shrugged his shoulders, spread out his hands, and carefully said:

"He recognizes people. Apart from you, no one else is allowed to touch him. "So, you are the same kind of people."

Jin words caused Mo Qingcheng's face to darken once again. She casually grabbed a broom that was standing by the side and threw a headless punch towards Jin.

"I told you to speak nonsense, I will definitely beat you to death today."

Seeing that Qingcheng was so embarrassed that she became angry, Jin Jin wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he laughed out loud and let Qingcheng chase after him and beat him up.

Just as the two of them were in a heated argument, the door slowly opened. A man staggered out of the room.

In the past, he had also left his room before, but it was always Qingcheng who carried her out to get some fresh air. This time around, he had to rely on his own strength to walk out of his room. He leaned against the doorframe, looking up at the sky in silence.

The two people chasing each other stopped in their tracks and looked at the man in unison.

Because of the terrible wounds on his body, the gold was still fresh in his mind, so he tried his best not to look at him. Even though those wounds had already healed, gold hardly entered his room, and this time, he was actually a little dazed.

For the first time, his face was clearly visible. In the warm sunlight, a gentle and refined face could be seen. His skin was white, his features perfect, his eyelashes long and thick. His eyes were as clear and as straight as the bridge of his nose in water. His thin lips were as pale as water, making him look pure and exquisite. Her silver hair was scattered behind her head. Although she was wearing ordinary clothes, she constantly exuded a noble and elegant aura.

His grandeur could not be hidden. Elegant demeanor, really make gold can not look away.

Facing this strange man, Jin felt an inexplicable sense of reverence for him. He turned his head to look at Qingcheng, only to see that Qingcheng was also looking at him. Her gaze didn't waver in the slightest.

"You're still saying that you're not a manly person, but now you're looking at her straight in the eye." "It's just that those eyes grew on his body and couldn't be pulled off." It was unknown where Jin Feng got his anger from, but when he whispered these words to Mo Qingcheng, she purposely heard them.

"You stinking brat …" Mo Qingcheng gritted her teeth, her round eyes as big as an ox's.

"Because you haven't exercised for a long time, even if I gave you acupuncture every day, you might still not be used to walking. So, you still have to be careful when walking." Qingcheng ignored the gold and turned to the man, continuing:

"Since you are able to walk out of the room, you should come out more in the future. Then you'll get used to it. "Perhaps you will feel pain when walking, but I hope you can endure it for a while. Your legs will get used to it before long."

The man lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Don't worry, in less than three months, you'll be able to walk like a normal person, like the wind." At that time, you can leave anytime. "

The man inclined his head and stared at Qingcheng. His gaze was extremely light but extremely heavy, causing Qingcheng to be unable to breathe.

"I … won't … leave." Because he had never spoken before and also because his throat was injured, his voice was like an old and broken Erhu, hoarse and low. However, it was difficult for him to speak clearly and forcefully.