coobybook Chapter 134 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [72
Chapter 134 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [72
"Don't touch me, you're disgusting."
These words struck Jiang Xiyu like a landslide, leaving him feeling as if he had been riddled with holes, and his face immediately lost all color.
He stopped a meter away from Lu Xingye.
The unspoken "Brother Xingye" disappeared into the air.
Jiang Xiyu still wanted to speak; he wanted to explain, but he found that he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.
All her emotions transformed into overwhelming fear and sorrow. Jiang Xiyu stood there stiffly for a long time, finally utterly defeated and crushed by Lu Xingye's indifferent expression after he finished speaking.
He trembled like a broken leaf battered by a storm, tears streaming down his face through his wounds. The last strength to take those two steps was gone; his legs felt as if they no longer belonged to him.
As if she had reverted to that humble and cowardly character of unrequited love, like a rat in a gutter, Jiang Xiyu staggered back two steps, tears and breath completely out of control.
The person in front of her was extremely blurry. Jiang Xiyu tried hard to see clearly, but she still couldn't.
His breath was also taken away; he tried to catch his breath, but couldn't find a way.
In the end, he could only helplessly berate himself.
do not Cry.
Stop crying...
Didn't you leave voluntarily? Didn't you indirectly cause him to become like this? Didn't you foresee that leaving would bring him even more pain? So why are you crying now? Is the one who should truly feel wronged really you?
The aunt said he was just sick.
He's just sick, right?
He doesn't really find you disgusting...
Jiang Xiyu raised her head amidst these countless questions, then took two difficult steps back towards Lu Xingye.
Lu Xingye's indifferent brows slowly furrowed.
This time he didn't speak, but simply let it go, as if he were immersed in this illusion.
Until Jiang Xiyu raised her hand and touched his face.
It is warm.
Lu Xingye froze for a moment, his pupils dark and empty as if he had lost his mind, but he quickly realized that the person in front of him was not an illusion.
The barrier between illusion and reality was torn open by the temperature of this touch.
Lu Xingye stood there with his eyes down, as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall and land on solid ground, when an overwhelming pain surged through his body.
The face before him, which he both loved and hated, directly triggered immense psychological and physical discomfort in him.
This discomfort caused a sharp pain in his already numb heart, accompanied by a convulsing pain in his stomach.
Lu Xingye felt that he should react as he had during countless treatments. He should push this person away, he should run to the side in disgust, to vomit, to feel nauseous.
No matter how I resist, it's not as bad as this, just standing here blankly letting him touch me.
Lu Xingye's thin lips were pressed tightly together.
Much later, his expression remained indifferent, but his voice had become hoarse.
He called out softly, with a cautious, tentative tone: "Jiang Xiyu."
Jiang Xiyu's long eyelashes trembled as she tried to suppress her sobs and said, "It's me."
Lu Xingye paused for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "What are you doing back here? Did you come to see me make a fool of myself?"
Almost the instant he finished speaking, Jiang Xiyu shook his head and retorted, "No, no."
"what is that?"
Since you left so resolutely, why come back now?
Why cry?
She even pretended to be wronged.
Did he make him feel wronged?
You must have been taken advantage of.
Otherwise, why would they leave without looking back?
Not once.
Lu Xingye remained motionless, quietly looking down at him as he wept.
Jiang Xiyu sobbed, and as her hand that had been touching his face fell, it brushed against his sharp jawline, the curve of which was like a blade, easily cutting Jiang Xiyu's palm.
His neck bent down again, and after a long while, he answered him very slowly, "I miss you, I really miss you."
The voice was barely audible, and contained an unspeakable sob.
Lu Xingye, however, remained indifferent and said, "But I don't want you."
Jiang Xiyu gave a bitter smile, which he concealed very well.
His head was also lowered, as if he had anticipated Lu Xingye's indifference. After a moment, he murmured to himself, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm enough thinking about you."
I've already thought about it a lot, so thinking about it a little more won't hurt.
After leaving Lu Xingye, missing him seemed to become the only important thing in Jiang Xiyu's life.
Lu Xingye refused to speak.
Jiang Xiyu mustered her courage and looked at him again, but the stinging sensation in her nose prevented her from smiling.
But he still wanted to ask Lu Xingye with a smile, his eyes pleading, "Can I still hug you?"
Lu Xingye stared at him without responding.
He didn't answer or say much.
This made Jiang Xiyu clearly feel that Lu Xingye was different from before.
He suddenly remembered what Lu's mother had said: Lu Xingye had received certain treatments related to himself, and it was these treatments that had turned him into the way he was now.
Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment.
He wanted to hug him, but he was afraid that his embrace would make him uncomfortable.
So, Jiang Xiyu slowly blinked her moist eyes and took the initiative to ask, "If I hug you, will you feel uncomfortable?"
Lu Xingye stared at him and calmly asked, "Should I be upset?"
It's unclear whether this question was directed at Jiang Xiyu or at himself after the treatment.
Lu Xingye's eyes were bloodshot, like a giant spider web binding Jiang Xiyu, the bottomless feeling making it hard for him to breathe.
Jiang Xiyu felt a pang of heartache and her breathing became rapid when she was looked at by those eyes.
He didn't know what Lu Xingye was thinking, but he could inexplicably sense a kind of suppressed sadness in his eyes.
That feeling told Jiang Xiyu that he might need a hug.
Even if it's uncomfortable, it's necessary.
But in reality, the person who truly needed this hug was Jiang Xiyu herself.
He felt like he was being driven crazy by the torment.
Otherwise, why would her first words after reuniting with him not be an apology, but rather an attempt to demand something from him?
The anxiety of longing could not be alleviated by such a simple eye contact. Jiang Xiyu wanted Lu Xingye's embrace, Lu Xingye's warmth, and even wanted to become each other's everything.
Unfortunately, Lu Xingye is not giving in, so he is finding it very difficult to hold back.
In the end, Jiang Xiyu succumbed to his emotionless gaze.
Ignoring all the symptoms of his illness, he didn't want Lu Xingye to hate him, nor did he want to make him suffer.
He hesitated and took two more steps back. As he lifted his leg, the shadow in front of him grew even darker.
The next second, a weight suddenly came down on my shoulder.
As the hair brushed against her earlobe, Jiang Xiyu trembled almost imperceptibly for a moment.
His body was stiff, and almost the instant Lu Xingye fell, he reflexively reached out and hugged his waist.
The living room was quiet and bright, and their heartbeats clashed together.
Much, much later, Jiang Xiyu finally felt his breath.
The breath was very close to my ear, and it was also very hot.
Therefore, Jiang Xiyu realized that this might be an accident.
But rather than Lu Xing fainting from wild disease, this felt more like a long-awaited reunion hug.
Like many times when Lu Xingye hugged him, his tall figure enveloped him, and his head would be buried deep in his neck.
Jiang Xiyu tightened her arms around his waist suddenly and greedily closed her eyes.
A few minutes later, the force on his shoulder suddenly dissipated, and Lu Xingye fell to the ground.
Lu's mother quickly called for someone to help Lu Xingye upstairs. As they parted, Jiang Xiyu subconsciously touched the damp spot on her neck with her wrist, unsure whether it was her own sweat or something else...