The Miao Boy Who Journeyed Through the Pages and Became Everyone's Beloved

Chapter 24: Demagogue

Chapter 24

Lin Ye's dark pupils shrank slightly for a moment, because of the special color that suddenly hit his eyes.

The young man in front of him, wearing Miaojiang clothing, had an extremely beautiful and bright face, the size of a palm, with a small and pointed chin and a very beautiful arc.

There was a light-colored mole under the slightly upturned peach blossom eyes. Just right, it added a bit of charm to the already attractive eyes.

Before this, Lin Ye had thought more than once, what kind of face would be enough to match the flamboyance and brilliance of Xie Jinling when she challenged four people alone, like a scimitar.

The kind of dazzling that grows wantonly like a wild rose.

Until now, he finally saw Xie Jinling's true face, and suddenly he had a feeling that it should be like this.

Because only this kind of face that makes people only have astonishment at first glance is in line with Xie Jinling.

Lin Ye's appearance itself is extremely outstanding, and he has seen many beautiful people. But among all the people he had met, only Xie Jinling was so pretty that his mind paused for a moment.

If one had to pick out a flaw from Xie Jinling's face, it would probably be that, for a boy, Xie Jinling's face was too delicate. He

had a fox-like face, and there seemed to be a natural charm between his eyebrows.

At this moment, water was rolling down Xie Jinling's face.

Water droplets hung on his long eyelashes.

His eyes were also moist, like glass soaked in spring water, clear and bright, but with an alluring eye shape, it added to his charm.

His skin was very white and delicate, like a pear blossom that had just emerged from a branch.

The tip of his nose was a little pink, like a smudge of red.

Such delicate skin seemed to leave marks if you rubbed it a few more times with your fingers.

Too delicate.

Lin Ye noticed that there was still a little red paint under Xie Jinling's eyes.

The next second, he stretched out his hand and wiped off the red naturally.

After he wiped it off, looking at the paint on his fingertips, Lin Ye suddenly realized that he shouldn't have done such a thing.

Or rather, he shouldn't have done such a thing.

Lin Ye pursed his lips, and the shadow of his eyelashes covered half of his dark pupils. In the ink-like color, a vague thought flashed across his face.

Xie Jinling glanced at the red on Lin Ye's fingertips, and then looked at Lin Ye, who seemed to be thinking about something, with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Lin Ye met Xie Jinling's gaze, paused for a moment, and said lazily: "It's not clean." He was explaining his behavior just now.

Hearing this, Xie Jinling raised the corners of his eyes slightly, stared at Lin Ye for several seconds, and then hummed. The tone was neither salty nor light, and no extra emotions could be heard.

Lin Ye pursed his lips, as if to divert his attention, and put his hand stained with oil paint to the tip of his nose and sniffed: "It's a bit like cinnabar."

"What do you think?" Xie Jinling suddenly asked him.

"What?" Lin Ye didn't understand what he meant for a moment.