my villain is too cute

Chapter 1127 Autistic Teenager (9)

"Ah Jin." I don't know how long he had been studying, but after finally being able to call out his name coherently, the young Chunche's eyes burst out with astonishing light.

He bent the corners of his lips stiffly, calmed down a little, and continued to practice.

You must be able to call out duck every time!
"Ah Jin." It seems that he is used to speaking, or it may be that he has a kind of intimacy and nostalgia from his soul for this title. He will speak again later, and he is already very proficient.

"En." Han Jin answered him.

Luo Ling was too serious at this time, and could no longer hear anyone's voice. He blinked his eyes and continued to call the name softly.

"Absolutely."

"Hey."

"Absolutely."

"...Heh~" Han Jin laughed helplessly, stretched out his hand and poked the young boy's white and tender feet, "Luo Ling."

Luo Ling paused, his fleshy toes curled up, and his eyes showed a little bewilderment.

Han Jin climbed onto the bed, knelt down in front of him, with his cheek close to his eyes, and said in a very gentle and doting voice, "Luo Ling."

Luo Ling:? ?

He raised his head bluntly, and a cold and beautiful face came into his sight.

But even if it was a handsome face, it couldn't ignore the fact that it was too sudden.

Before Luo Ling realized who the person in front of him was, his body instinctively backed away in a panic.

But behind him is the wall.

Seeing that his head was about to hit the wall, Han Jin stretched out his hand to support the back of his head.

The back of his hand slammed against the wall with the force of the young man, and there was a slight numbness of pain.

This pain was like scratching an itch to Han Jin, but she let out a "hiss" expressionless.

Luo Ling: ...

The obedient boy blinked his eyes, and when he came to his senses, there was a layer of water vapor in his eyes, and the flustered watery eyes were full of cold reflections.

Han Jin was so soft-hearted, she licked her lips, pulled her hand from the back of his head, put it in front of his face, and coaxed softly, "It won't hurt if you blow it on."

Luo Ling looked at Han Jin, reacted for two seconds, blinked, the moisture in his eyes dissipated, his eyes seemed to have been washed by the rain, as if all the clean colors in the world were contained in them.

He stumbled, and first called out the address he had practiced all morning, "Ah Jin."

Shouting out smoothly, the boy's eyes lit up, showing joy.

"Yeah." Han Jin looked at him tenderly, "It's great."

Luo Ling bowed his head shyly, looking at the hand in front of him, he leaned over, pursed his mouth, and blew lightly.

His fingers were slightly numb, and even his heart was soft as if it had been gently scratched by a feather. Han Jin's eyes deepened, and his voice was hoarse, "It still hurts."

Luo Ling pursed her lips, leaned over and blew again.

"It doesn't work anymore." Han Jin looked at the young man with deep and fiery eyes, and she coaxed without changing her face, "Maybe it won't hurt if you kiss him once."

The simple Luo Ling believed it was true, thinking about something, he leaned over to kiss his cold fingers.

Han Jin took a suffocating breath, and naturally withdrew her hand. She closed her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled into a gentle arc, "Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Luo Ling blinked her eyes and sat leaning against the wall.

Han Jin took a deep breath, got off the bed, looked down at the boy, "Come down for dinner."

Luo Ling paused, stood up obediently, and got out of bed by herself.
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Han Jin took Luo Ling downstairs.

Breakfast is already set in the dining room.

Luo Ling sat down in his seat politely, looking at the watch facing him.

When the time jumped to eight o'clock, he picked up the bread on the table and ate it.

Han watched him unobtrusively.

After going back yesterday, I got a rough understanding of autistic patients.

(End of this chapter)