Falling Dreams of Fang Hua ✔

Chapter 021: Disturbances of the Pornography Book

The waterlogged book had its pages all stuck together. It was almost too tragic to look at.

"That..."

I wanted to snatch it away with my hands.

He gave me an indifferent look, neither warm nor imposing, but to make me tremble in place. This is how he stood in front of me, with his slender fingers flipping page after page through the book, face expressionless.

Although the book had been soaked with water, letting some of its ink run, the figures and positions, as well as the actions going underway, were still easy to see. No matter how good his temper was, these clandestine-type pictures would still infuriate him, right?

I bowed my head, docilely staring at the ground in a daze.

From a distance, Han Zichuan walked over with the qin in his arms, his face looking at us in curiosity. Now he had stopped in place, his hesitation obvious.

The dripping book had already made Fang Hua's clothing wet to the point that they were starting to sag. The drops of water made a pitter patter sound the moment they splashed onto the ground.

My heart suddenly felt heavy.

"You...what did you buy." he looked at me, speaking in a measured tone and pace. The hands holding the book also lowered themselves.

"Shao'er won't dare to in the future," I answered meekly.

He sucked in a deep breath, pinching the book between his fingers as he took as step forwards. The cloth rippled like swaying forms of liquid clouds, and was really quite pretty to see, but today the sight frightened me.

I trembled and quickly backed away, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his chest, resting his head by my neck with a smile. With every breath he took, I felt unbelievably ticklish.

"... ...thank you very much."

Ah.

What did he say?

He suddenly thanked me...how weird.

Before I could react, yifu let me go, pinching the book between his fingers as he spoke to Han Zichuan. The words made me want to spit blood. "Look at what Shao'er brought me..." He raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, even picking one of the most 'stimulating' pictures to wave below his face. "See this? An acupuncture diagram of mortals."

At this point, I felt like killing myself.

Are you serious....

"Is that so." Han Zichuan's reply was obviously meant for me. He took ahold of the sopping wet paper before shooting me a glance, looking calm and composed.

It's just that look in his eye... ...was full of condemnation, enough to merit a serious reflection.

It was getting harder to hold onto my smile, especially with my face getting stiffer.

"Hmm?" Fang Hua made a soft noise, then gave a steady smile. He looked up to see Han Zichuan, the teardrop-mole beneath his eye filled with particularly tender feelings. "If you want one as well, buy it yourself next time. I can't give you this one."

I was left at a loss. There he stood waving the book, back and forth.

Han Zichuan turned aside and gave me a vicious look. The fingers he was using to hold onto the book started pressing down with enough strength to turn them white.

I could only remain silent and stare at the skies.

The weather wasn't bad today.

I had the distinct feeling that the stare leveled my way was increasing their killer intent. I steeled myself and looked towards the surrounding trees. Each tree had leaves that looked like leaves, roots that looked like roots.