Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 41 on my own
Jiang Yimian still maintained the posture of covering his face with his hands, so he didn't see his eyes gradually eroded by the darkness.

"That's not true." A muffled voice leaked from between her fingers.

She put down her hand and bit her lip with her white teeth, looking very much like a puppy gnawing on a carpet.

"I originally chose to be a forensic doctor just to make myself more courageous." At least, I won't be scared to cry by a "dismembered doll".

Jiang Yimian told Feng Beiting about her childhood experience, and at the end she already gritted her teeth, "I was so scared that I peed in the urine, can you imagine?"

"Yeah." Feng Beiting nodded, not forgetting to comfort her, "It's okay, everyone can pee."

"..."

Is he comforting her?
But instead of feeling comforted, she felt ridiculed.

"Hey!" Jiang Yimian glanced at him, then poked his arm with her finger threateningly, "Everything I tell you is a secret!"

"It's still a secret to me." How could he be willing to share it with others!

"Um……"

Halfway through the chess game, the two of them had no intention of continuing.

Feng Beiting put the chess pieces into the chessboard one by one, and asked her, "Anything else you want to play?"

Jiang Yimian raised her eyes, her clever black eyes were as big as oversized plums, "Do you have playing cards at home?"

"Have."

He thought she wanted to gamble or something, but he heard the girl say bluntly, "Let's play bastard."

"...Okay, okay." He never expected it.

shuffle.

split.

Draw cards.

After playing a few games, Jiang Yimian became a few bastards.

She has always been of mediocre character, and the brand name is even more gone, so after anticipating that she has no chance to make a comeback, she stopped playing rogue.

Feng Beiting didn't want her to go home so soon, so he continued to "seduce" her with all his might.

"Do you want to play Sudoku?"

"want!"

"Is Minesweeper coming?"

"Come!"

"Do you dare to play the idiom Solitaire?"

"I'm afraid you are not a good man!"

On this day, the two of them played from the cloudy darkness to the true darkness. The hair on the carpet that Jiang Yimian was sitting on was crushed and unable to stand up, a pit with obvious traces.

Later, there was really nothing to play, so Feng Beiting used his trump card.

"Let me play a piece of music for you." He pointed to the piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Okay!" Jiang Yimian was very interested, "Can I order a song?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"On-my-own."

Feng Beiting paused when he opened the piano cover, the smile froze in his eyes.

He knew her so well, of course he knew it was her favorite song.

He also likes it, but more often he hates it, because there is a line in it "I-love-him, But-only-on-my-own".

I love him.

But just wishful thinking...

This song is suitable for all those who can't love, but thinking of Jiang Yimian among those people, an evil fire will rise in Feng Beiting's heart, and sparks will fly, enough to burn his lack of reason.

Seeing that pair of beautiful hands resting on the keys for a long time, Jiang Yimian leaned over curiously, "...Have you heard of it?"

She also accidentally listened to her second brother let it go, it is said that it was an episode of a musical.

Feng Beiting didn't answer, but simply played a short section, "Is it this one?"

The familiar melody sounded melodiously, accompanied by the sound of rain outside the window, Jiang Yimian's eyes almost turned red.

She blinked hard, as if trying to squeeze out the fog in front of her eyes.

The trembling notes are low and soft, as if the player's mood is quietly hidden in the music.

He-love-her.

But-only-on-his-own.

"Without-him, The-world-around-me-changes..." Jiang Yimian hummed softly to the sound of the piano, her tone was rarely cheerful than usual, slowly, softly, "The-trees-are -bare-and-everywhere, The-streets-are-full-of-strangers..."

She was sitting by a lamp, as if she belonged in that kind of place, under a bright light.

not like him.

Night is his empire.

When the last note fell, Jiang Yimian's voice had long since disappeared in the room.

Feng Beiting turned her head to look. She was sitting on the carpet with her knees curled up, holding a soft pillow in her arms, resting her head on the armrest on one side of the sofa. face.

He quietly closed the piano cover, got up and walked towards her.

Kneeling on one knee by the sofa, Feng Beiting gently brushed the hair around her cheek with his slender hands, and saw that her left cheek was pressed, and the flesh on the side of the cheek was slightly puffed up, very cute.

Jiang Yimian slept soundly, looking defenseless.

Feng Beiting picked her up and put her on the sofa, letting her pillow his leg.

He held one side of her cheek with his hand, and there was a feeling of moisture in his palm.

she cried!
This realization made Feng Beiting frowned displeased, and his eyes became sharp.

She was crying because of another man, which made him very unhappy.

He never made her cry...

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　　ps: Happy New Year everyone~ In the new year, everything goes well, and the money you earn is enough to drown yourself O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　The song on my own is an episode of the musical "Les Miserables". If you are interested, please listen to it. It's super nice~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)