Seventeen lowered his head and ate slowly…but his mind was occupied with other things.
An Jing watched quietly as Seventeen ate absent-mindedly…In the past, if she could eat the food she cooked, Seventeen would be as excited as he could be. Although she could eat it every day, Seventeen's excitement never seemed to subside…
Every time, An Jing would stand at the side and express her helplessness. But now, it seemed that even if she wanted to look at it again, there was no chance.
Suddenly, An Jing saw that there were bruises on No. 17's exposed skin. Others might not know, but An Jing knew about No. 17 better than anyone else. No. 17's skin bruised easily. This was due to No. 17's physical condition...
"You won?" An Jing asked, knowing the answer.
" He did it on purpose." Seventeen didn't look up. His mouth was stuffed with food and his voice was a little muffled. If An Jing didn't mention it, Seventeen would pretend that An Jing really didn't know.
It was intentional. An Jing knew that this would be the outcome. It was just strange. An Jing thought that he would be very happy, but now, it seemed to be the opposite of what he thought...
An Jing actually regretted it. In fact, he wanted to be the 17th. No matter what happened outside, it was just a mission.
But this time, An Jing felt that it was a little different…
Looking at how Seventeen pretended to be indifferent and distant in order to get close to Nangong Zhe, should she say that Seventeen was originally cute, but was indifferent in front of Nangong Zhe, or that Seventeen was originally indifferent, but was cute in front of An Jing...
Which one is you, Seventeen? An Jing asked herself in her heart.
After An Jing packed her things, she realized that No. 17 was no longer in the living room. After passing through No. 17's room, An Jing smelled a familiar medicinal wine, but it was not the one she brewed...
Dong Dong
An Jing pushed the door open and entered. She saw Seventeen sitting on a stool with his legs on another stool and applying medicine on himself…
The medicine in Seventeen's hand was the one Nangong Zhe had given her today…
An Jing pursed her lips and walked over. She sat on the stool and placed No. 17's foot on her lap. No. 17 knew that An Jing wanted to help her apply the medicine, so she handed the medicinal wine to An Jing...
An Jing glanced at it, then…moved Seventeen's hand away and took the bottle of medicinal wine that he had specially brewed for Seventeen.
Seventeen's hand paused in the air for a moment, then she threw the bottle of medicinal wine that Nangong Zhe gave her out of the window. The sound of glass shattering came from downstairs...
An Jing didn't look at No. 17. She just concentrated on applying medicine for No. 17...
The smell of the medicinal wine covered the original smell of the bottle. The entire house was filled with the familiar smell of An Jing and No. 17...
Actually, in this line of work, injuries were common. What Seventeen did not understand was why An Jing was so worried that he was injured. As long as there was a little bruise, she would ask him to apply medicinal wine.
Seventeen was afraid of pain, so she just gently rubbed the medicinal wine on her hands and feet... However, An Jing found out once, so from then on, An Jing took over the job.
" Jing..." Seventeen suddenly used both hands to caress An Jing's cheeks. Then, he used a little force to make An Jing look up and look straight at her."Do you feel uncomfortable?" No. 17 looked into An Jing's eyes and asked directly.
No matter how hard it was for him, he was already suffering.
Every time he saw An Jing walking alone on campus, that lonely back would make Seventeen want to rush down and make An Jing laugh non-stop...
An Jing looked at No. 17, wanting to see why she was so abnormal from her eyes. However, An Jing seemed to see nothing except seriousness. So she smiled slightly and grabbed No. 17's hand with one hand. She broke away from No. 17's restraint and lowered her head."No, I haven't." The voice is very light
Because she had lowered her head, No. 17 didn't see the trace of emotion in An Jing's eyes.
Revenge or love, which was more important? After all, one was the past, and the other was the future.
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