Don't Come Ill (MTL)

67

"What else did you do?!"

The wooden pillow creek in front of me leaned forward slightly, pressing a hand on the table, and every strand of hair was written with anxiety and concern.

Xiao Jin has imagined many times about what situation or opportunity Muzhenxi would ask about the past, and what kind of expression it would be. Now Muzhenxi's reaction perfectly coincides with one of her ideas.

Xiao Jin's eyes showed a dodge look just right, and her eyelashes drooped, concealing the true emotions under her eyes.

Muzhenxi said unexpectedly, "Don't hide it from me." In a harsh tone.

Muzhenxi is still a little aura when it is serious. Ordinary people can easily be restrained by her. Xiao Jin still has leisure to evaluate in his heart.

Muzhenxi had prepared in advance that Xiao Jin would not be honest, if Xiao Jin was still the same Xiao Jin she had known before, so Muzhenxi had prepared patience, and Xiao Zhi moved with emotion and reason. She lowered her eyebrows softly and said: "I know you may not want to mention it, for fear that I feel guilty, but you can't make a decision for me in the name of my good, although I am not yours now..." Muzhenxi I used those three words vaguely, temptingly, "Maybe the relationship between us shouldn't be honest and unreserved? Your blind concealment is not for my benefit, but selfish."

Xiao Jin's long eyelashes trembled, but still did not raise her eyes.

Seeing hope, Muzhenxi kept on saying: "Do you remember how we broke up before? The big reason is because you didn't tell me anything. I know that I am not as mature as you. There are a lot of things in your mind. I can't understand it, or I think it's useless to tell me, or something else. That's a thing of the past, but we can't let it go, and we can't make the same mistakes, don't you?

Xiao Jin was silent, the hand holding the chopsticks, fingers clenched and relaxed, obviously engaged in a battle between heaven and man.

Mu Zhenxi looked away from her hand, got up from the seat, walked around to Xiao Jin, squatted halfway in front of her, held her hand, silently gave her strength, and stared at her with a bottom-up gaze. "I want to know and share everything about you, whether it's good or bad."

Xiao Jin's eyelashes quivered a few times, without looking at her, she used her hand slightly and whispered, "Get up first."

Muzhen Creek didn't dare to relax, and asked softly: "Have you decided to say it?"

Xiao Jin was silent for a few seconds without saying a word, and moved into the deck.

This is a sign of concession.

Muzhenxi was ecstatic and didn't dare to show it. She cautiously sat in the position where Xiao Jin let out. She looked at Xiao Jin's side face, her eyelids drooped, and she couldn't see the expression in her eyes.

When she was thinking about it, Xiao Jin suddenly looked at her, her eyes were a little bit helpless, the kind of helplessness who was eager to talk but didn't know where to start, and the corners of her eyes slowly turned red.

Muzhenxi's nose was punched hard by someone, and his heart was sore. He almost immediately raised his hand and hugged her into his arms, coaxing her with the best of gentleness, "Don't worry, take your time."

It is a cruel thing to dig up the past. Muzhenxi has already experienced severe pain like scraping bones, and she feels the same. For a while, she actually had the thought of shrinking. Xiao Jin is different from her. She can't reconcile with the past without digging out this rotten meat, but Xiao Jin is not. She doesn't seem to be anything different.