Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

He Shuirong just nodded slightly after hearing this, and didn't say much.

Xie Yun, who was sitting in the front row, felt a pang in his heart again——

No, he nodded without saying anything. What does Mr. He mean?

And judging from his expression, he had no intention of getting off the car at all.

While they were all hesitating, the three people outside the car suddenly stopped. Daiyu hurriedly ran to the stream again, and while running she turned back and smiled at He Zimo:

"Little fool, let's have a snack tonight, freshly caught fish."

The girl's voice is as clear and sweet as a silver bell, and she turns her head and smiles charmingly -

When the man in the back seat saw this, his heart suddenly stopped.

I didn’t see it clearly enough when I watched the video on my phone at noon, but now that she is running towards me and her every frown and smile, I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before.

Daiyu ran to the shore, picked up the bucket and net bag, and proudly presented the fish to Bai Fan and He Zimo.

When she was fishing just now, she deliberately reduced her strength and just knocked the fish unconscious and made it turn over.

Now that it is kept in water, it has regained consciousness and is swimming happily around in the bucket.

He Zimo couldn't help but stretch out his little hand, put it into the water, and stroke the black carp.

As soon as he touched it, the black carp was frightened and swung its tail, splashing water all over him.

Daiyu, who was carrying a bucket of water, also got splashed with water all over her face.

Bai Fan looked at the two of them with a smile. The big and the small looked like they were printed from the same mold. He vaguely thought of Daiyu when she was a child. She looked quite similar to He Zimo.

She stepped forward to help the little fellow shake off the water stain on his collar, and then patted the water droplets on Daiyu's bangs, and said:

"Go wash your face in the stream."

Daiyu took the little one to the stream, and the two squatted together, each scooping up a handful of water and splashing it on their faces.

Reflected in the clear stream, it looks like a beautiful ink painting.

He Shuirong grabbed the tissue box in the car, opened the door, stepped out with his long legs, walked to the stream, took out a few pieces of paper, handed them to Daiyu, and said:

"Come on, wipe your face."

Daiyu's pair of long fan-shaped eyelashes were covered with water droplets. She squinted her eyes, not daring to open them, and couldn't see the person clearly. She just took the tissue and gently wiped her face.

The little guy felt very familiar with the voice. He first wiped his eyes with his little hand, then blinked his eyes and spoke in a baby voice:

"Uncle, that's not fair. Where's my paper?"

He Shuirong then pinched a piece of paper, handed it to him, and said coldly:

"You are a man, but you are still so delicate."

The little guy pouted and didn't say anything. He took the paper and rubbed it on his face.

After Daiyu wiped her face, she opened her eyes and saw a tall man standing in front of her. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was very handsome.

The handkerchief you used just now was his?

Thinking of this, Daiyu blushed with shame, and said while holding the tissue:

"This...thank you. I'll go wash the handkerchief and give it back to you."

"Handkerchief?"

When He Shuirong heard her word, he didn't quite understand it. With burning eyes, he looked down at Daiyu.

Because she was so close, Daiyu could even see her own blushing face in his pupils.

Although today, she is crazy about using Baidu on her mobile phone to search for this era, she also understands that the relationship between men and women is much more open in this era.

However, she was an ancient person at heart, and when it came to a sensitive item like a handkerchief, her mind was filled with opera scenes of secret marriages.

She hurried to the shore and prepared to wash it, only to find that it was different from the handkerchiefs she had used before.

The little guy didn't quite understand and looked at her:

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Daiyu smiled awkwardly and said:

"I wash the handkerchiefs."

Then she secretly took out her cell phone from her pocket and searched on Baidu, only to find out that it was a tissue, so she threw it away directly without washing it.

She stared at the tissues with wide eyes, somewhat shocked:

Is this paper?

It won’t melt when it comes into contact with water?

And the touch is as soft and delicate as silk.

Unexpectedly, after just a few hundred years, China's papermaking technology would reach such a pinnacle.

How could she know that what He Shuirong gave her was silk cleansing paper.

He Shuirong thought she was worried about where to throw the tissue, so he reached out and said:

"Here, give me the tissue and I'll help you throw it away."

The man's voice was magnetic and deep.

Daiyu looked up at him, silently stretched out her hand and handed him the tissue.

He Shuirong took the tissue, and when his fingers touched the tissue, he stiffened slightly, then held it in his palm unnaturally.

He cleared his throat and said:

"Please help me take care of Zimo today."

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Daiyu's face. A strand of hair on her forehead hung down, dripping with water, just covering the small light mark on her face.

"Well, little one, keep it away. I'm going back to eat first."

Daiyu waved to the two of them, picked up the bucket and net bag, and turned to leave.

He Shuirong watched her go away, and stood by the stream, stunned for a long while, until finally, the little girl stuffed a ball of tissue into his hand, pouted and said coquettishly:

"Praise for sex over friends."

When getting in the car, Xie Yun glanced at He Shuirong holding a tissue in his hand, holding it tightly, looking a little awkward.

He quickly handed the garbage bag to He Shuirong and said:

"Mr. He, this is a garbage bag."

The man's eyes were deep, and he only said two words to Xie Yun:

"drive."

It was as if ten million flying daggers were stabbing Xie Yun in the head. He quickly held the steering wheel, stiffened his body, and started the car.

**

When she returned to the room, the water stains on Daiyu's face had been wiped dry, and she couldn't help but scratch her face again.

Bai Fan saw her, stepped forward, held her hand, and said:

"Don't scratch it, or you'll get a scar."

Daiyu then realized that she had just washed her face but had not yet applied the ointment.

Now that she has a new body, she has not yet adapted to the allergic symptoms.

Thinking back to her previous life, when the allergy season came, many sisters in the Grand View Garden would suffer from skin allergies and itching. She prepared a lot of rose saltpeter herself, which was quite effective in treating skin allergies and itching.

Next time I’ll take a look and mix some more and try applying them on my face to see how they work.

But she had just arrived and had no time to prepare anything, so she went back into the house, took the allergy repair cream that Ye Su gave her, and applied it to relieve the symptoms.

She looked in the mirror and looked at the allergic area:

The mark had indeed faded a lot after she washed her face. She couldn't help but scratched it a few times, causing the spot to turn red and peel off.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that the mark becomes much deeper after applying the ointment.

Daiyu couldn't help her curiosity. She walked to the restaurant, sat down, pointed at her cheek and asked:

"Grandma, do you feel that after applying the ointment, the marks on my face seem to have become darker?"

Bai Fan replied:

"It will turn darker. Your mother told me before that the active ingredients in this ointment turn darker when they come into contact with the skin, which means that it is working to detoxify the skin."

Bai Fan discovered several years ago that the marks on Daiyu's face became deeper after she applied this ointment.

I also asked Ye Su, and she said it was the effect of the medicine. Without color, it had no effect.