Zundu and fake toot?The target of the strategy has become dark again

Chapter 5 The psychiatrist has gone dark 5
Ah, it turns out I was still afraid that she would commit suicide.

She always felt that the tone in which Fu Jin spoke to her was like teaching an introverted child, with a hint of persuasion.

But...she really did this.

In other words, she, who has social communication difficulties, was indeed comforted by his tone.

This body is only 19 years old. When it comes to dealing with interpersonal relationships and getting along with others, it may still have the mentality of a nine-year-old child.

"I promise you." Although Wen Yao's reply was brief this time, it was much more firm and coherent than before.

The smile on Fu Jin's lips deepened, and Wen Yao suddenly had the illusion that she had "done something extraordinary".

The man came around behind her, and Wen Yao couldn't see his expression. The panic that had just calmed down came up again, and she felt a chill on her back.

"I'm going to untie the rope now, and it'll be quick."

As soon as he finished speaking, the restraints on Wen Yao's body suddenly lightened.

Fu Jin said it was very fast, which meant it was really fast.

The rope that tied her was brought from the storage room by her aunt in a hurry. There were not many loops, but the aunt tied it with a tight knot in panic.

Wen Yao brushed away the loose rope with a slight force, and the thin hemp rope fell to the ground. She still lowered her eyes and caught a glimpse of the break of the rope.

Neat and neat, as if broken by sharp metal.

Much like...a sharpened dagger.

It's not necessarily that the "technology" in this world is so magical, it may be some tools that she doesn't understand.

Wen Yao wanted to know what it was, but Fu Jin didn't let her see a trace of the tool the whole time, from taking it out to using it, then putting it back... She couldn't even figure out where he put it.

I have seen a movie called "Edward Scissorhands". Is it possible that Fu Jin actually has a pair of scissorhands?
This modern world is quite interesting... Thinking of this, the feeling of repulsion in dealing with strangers weakened in my heart.

"Next month, I have to work hard for you and me to attend Master Corot's painting exhibition."

Wen Yao pursed her lips.Fu Jin was really considerate, even though he accepted his affection, he still said "Thank you" to her.

Fu Jin squatted in front of Wen Yao again.

Squatting down was a very undignified posture, but Fu Jin was so calm that he even curled his back slightly, keeping his eyes level with hers.

The man put one hand on his leg and supported his chin with the other. He did not say a word of praise, but Wen Yao felt that his eyes were saying: You did a good job.

But she actually didn't do anything. She just followed the agreement with him and didn't move.

Wen Yao was still not used to meeting Fu Jin's gaze. She instinctively looked away and noticed the man's hand supporting his chin.

very beautiful.

The knuckles have distinct bones but not skinny, the proportions are slender but not exaggerated, and the neat and round nails have a light blush.

If I had to name any shortcomings, it would probably be that the hand was too white and made it feel unreal, but also because of this, the slightly protruding cyan blood vessels under the skin were even more obvious.

His hands also resemble a classical painting.

The kind of classical painting that is carefully sketched using the finest pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

I kind of want to collect it.

Wen Yao clearly felt that her heart was beating faster, and even her breathing was a little stagnant.

The original body is an out-and-out hand-controller, and when it comes to drawing the human body structure, I also like to draw the hands the most.

Fu Jin has such hands, I really want to...touch them.

Startled by this thought, Wen Yao had to face a more serious problem.

In addition to social phobia, the original person also has skin craving disorder.

(End of this chapter)