Why?This is obviously a surrogate abuse article [Transmigration Book]

The sound of locking the door came from downstairs, and the mobile phone placed on the stairs vibrated until it was almost out of battery, and issued a notification sound that the battery was too low.

Ruan Xiao sat in a corner with her legs tightly curled up, her head tucked into the collar of her wide sportswear.

Ruan Xiao moved a little, and he could see his drooping eyelashes through the neckline. The eyelashes fluttered slightly and cast a shadow like a small fan under the eyelids, and the cheeks on both sides were as red as if they were about to bleed.

At first glance, I was convinced.

I am convinced.

When Ruan Xiao's little face was red, it was especially bright and charming, and it was pleasing to the eye.

It's a pity that the only person who can enjoy this beautiful scenery is sitting on the steps of the stairs ahead with his back to Ruan Xiao.

Zhou Muye lowered his head, rubbed the corner of his injured lip with the edge of his palm, and rubbed the blood dripping on his shirt with his fingers. Finally, he turned over and took out a pack of paper handkerchiefs from his pants pocket.

Ruan Xiao shrank back like a turtle for a while, then poked his eyes out from the edge of the neckline to look at Zhou Muye in front of him.

After sneaking around and peeping several times, he slowly pulled the coat off his head, cleared his throat, and said, "Aye..."

"Don't talk to me, I don't want to talk to you right now."

Zhou Muye didn't turn his head, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"..."

It's the familiar young master's temper.

Ruan Xiao suddenly fell limply on his knees like a discouraged ball.

The hallway remained silent for a while, until the mobile phone on the steps was completely out of battery and turned off automatically.

"Speak." Zhou Muye was wiping his fingers one by one with a paper towel, and said in a calm voice, "Touching my conscience, why am I sorry for you? You want to treat me like this."

Being asked such a question suddenly, Ruan Xiao was a little embarrassed and opened his mouth.

There was also a fresh gash on his plump lower lip.

With a lot of thoughts, I didn't know what to say, and finally I had to lower my face and hum: "I'm sorry, Ah Ye..."

"I don't want to hear I'm sorry." Zhou Muye said, "I just want to know how I'm sorry for you, so don't leave until you tell me."

"..."

Ruan Xiao's face turned red, and he grabbed the cuffs of his clothes with both hands. After a long time, he choked out a soft voice: "Don't mess with me..."

Zhou Muye rolled up the blood-stained tissue and rubbed it into his palm, aggressively: "Who messed with whom?"

Ruan Xiao was a little confused, obviously he was angry, why is the situation reversed now?

He rubbed his face on his sleeve, with a hint of coquettishness: "I'm sorry...don't be angry..."

"If sorry was useful, there wouldn't be so many sad people in the world." Zhou Muye didn't look back from the beginning to the end, and there was no emotion in his voice, "The trauma has already been done, young master, I can't heal, you can figure it out."

"..."

Ruan Xiao fell down and leaned against the wall, almost feeling heinous.

After a while, he explained palely: "You didn't apologize to me, it's all my own fault..."

Zhou Muye didn't refute him again.

The passage fell silent again.

Ruan Xiao looked at Zhou Muye's tall back.

The young master's arrogance should be over...

Zhou Muye suddenly threw the ball of paper in his hand to the ground: "How am I sorry for you?"

Ruan Xiao: "..."

***

Ruan Xiao touched the wound on his lower lip with his fingertips, and a tender pain came from the nerve endings.

The previous kiss was intense and bloody, but it miraculously calmed down the resentment and boredom in my heart for so long.

The whole person was like a puppet lifted in the air, the thread broke, and it fell limply to the ground, unable to gather any strength to fight.

Ruan Xiao buried his eyes between his palms and rubbed them back and forth, feeling extremely tired.

When he calmed down completely and got rid of the shackles of paranoid and dark emotions, he was able to jump out and look back, so as to understand what happened.

"Aye, I don't want to lose again..." Ruan Xiao buried his face between his knees, clutched his sleeves tightly, and his fingertips turned slightly white.

Zhou Muye sighed vaguely, lowered his head and pressed the center of his brows, his voice was still a bit cold, but it had slowed down: "Train hard, you are worthy of your talent, take your time step by step, it's normal to win and lose ... Forget it, I don't want to repeat these nonsense, don't lose if you don't want to lose, what are you fighting with me? Did I cause you to lose?"

"..." Ruan Xiao looked up at Zhou Muye's back, Heishuishui's eyes blinked gently, "I'm sorry..."

"You still don't know your weakness?" Zhou Muye simply said clearly at once, "Tell me how many times your mentality has collapsed before the game, and you are always consumed by meaningless emotions. It's not enough to go to the game normally ?"

Ruan Xiao turned his face away and leaned on his arm docilely.

Accused, but unable to refute.

"Ano, you are right..."

Ruan Xiao said softly.

"You said before, no matter what, you must firmly believe in yourself, so that the voices of the outside world will not be able to influence me..."

"But Ah Ye, I've always been weak, I've never had faith in myself... my faith... my faith..."

Ruan Xiao arched her face into her arms, ashamed to speak, but felt that it might be easier to face her heart now.

He felt awkward for a moment, then murmured: "My faith has always been in you..."

In front of him, Zhou Muye's back froze for a moment.

Ruan Xiaowu murmured to himself: "When your gaze is taken away from me, I will feel that I am nothing and cannot find the strength to support me..."

After a long time, Zhou Muye relaxed, lowered his head, and licked his lower lip: "Xiaoxiao..."

Ruan Xiao shook his head: "I can't be as confident and firm as An Qiao and Bai Xiyu. My mentality is always ups and downs. When you look at me, I will be full of confidence, so I have to talk to you before every game... Psychological counseling..."

Speaking of this, Ruan Xiao blushed quietly.

"That's when I feel most at ease. I've been stealing power from you..."

There was a rustling sound coming from ahead, it seemed that Zhou Muye had stood up, but Ruan Xiao didn't look up.

Wen Ning's delicate voice said to himself:

"I also know that this is not a long-term solution. I always rely on what another person says, but I... have no choice... I like you, Aye..."

"It wasn't until Bai Xiyu told me that I wasn't good enough for you, that I didn't know why I was always in a state of anxiety... I couldn't catch you at all. If it keeps going like this, if I can't win, one day, I'll lose your sight."

Ruan Xiao buried her face in the crook of her arms, shrunk herself into a small ball, clenched her hands tightly, and her figure was trembling slightly.

After he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, with a faint cry in his mouth.

"I don't know what to do, it's like I'm alone again, I feel like I'm breaking..."

With one hand facing back, Ruan Xiao grabbed the back collar of the jacket and pulled it up.

Like a little turtle, it wants to shrink into its own shell.

But the wrist was grabbed.

Ruan Xiao stopped moving.

At some point, Zhou Muye had knelt down in front of Ruan Xiao.

He took off Ruan Xiao's wrist, and took advantage of the situation to hold his hand and unfold it in his palm.

Zhou Muye tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at the hand in his palm.

The palm of the hand is white and delicate, with clear lines and a hint of pink, and the fingers are fine and white. At the tip of the index finger, a small piece of the nail is broken, revealing a dull blood scab.

Zhou Muye frowned, his dark eyes moved, and suddenly became sad: "Is it me that makes you feel insecure?"

Ruan Xiao paused for a moment, but didn't respond.

Zhou Muye pulled the corner of his lower lip lightly, but it looked like a wry smile.

He took Ruan Xiao's hand into his palm and raised his eyes to look: "From the beginning to now, I have never taken my eyes off you."

Ruan Xiao curled his fingers, and after a while, he slowly and cautiously raised his head, revealing a pair of clear eyes from between his arms.

The long eyelashes were still wet, and the tails of the eyes were lightly pink. They blinked lightly, and then drooped shyly, innocent and cute.

"Really..." Ruan Xiao said softly.

"You doubt me?"

Zhou Muye sat down on the spot, lowered his head, grabbed Ruan Xiao's hand to play with, and said softly, "So my boyfriend is so incompetent."

Ruan Xiao frowned, held Zhou Muye's hand instead, and shook it lightly: "No..."

Zhou Muye lowered his eyelashes, pursed his lips lightly, and the incandescent light in the corridor swept down. A small tear mole was hidden under his long eyelashes. Compared with his usual meanness and indifference, he now showed a faintly fragile look.

"I don't want to talk about love often, thinking that as long as you do enough, you will feel it naturally. I am also ashamed to express love, because I am often uneasy..." Zhou Muye licked the corner of his lower lip, showing With an irritable look, he said, "I had no intention of catching an angel. I found it interesting at first, but then I didn't want to let go, but he doesn't seem to belong to me."

Ruan Xiao gradually raised his face, his eyes were ignorant.

Zhou Muye looked up at Ruan Xiao, under the light, his facial features were sharp and his eyebrows were handsome.

He lazily lowered his eyelids again, and said, "Xiaoxiao, I also have a secret, and I'm also afraid of losing it..."

Ruan Xiao was at a loss: "What..."

He always thought that he liked Zhou Muye more than Zhou Muye liked him.

Zhou Muye was silent for a long while before lowering his voice: "You don't know what you mean to me. I said that from the beginning to now, I have never taken my eyes off you. It is true."

Ruan Xiao's face flushed: "Am I so pretty?"

"..."

Obviously, Ruan Xiao's perspective of understanding is a little superficial.

Zhou Muye was silent for a while, and whispered to himself: "Forget it, I'll let you today..."

He looked up at Ruan Xiao, nodded, and generously admitted: "It's a little prettier than me."

Ruan Xiao: "..."

The young master has always liked to show off others, so to be able to admit that he is prettier than him is amazing.

Ruan Xiao finally raised his face, put his chin on his arm, and muttered softly, "Aye, why did you notice me? Is it because I lied about being pregnant? What do you like about me..."

"I noticed you, not because you lied about being pregnant..."

Zhou Muye bit his lower lip and said:

"Because your smell is very similar to his."

There was the sound of electric current rushing through the incandescent light tube overhead.

Ruan Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously thought, who?Bai Xiyu?

In the end, it turned out that he was still a substitute...

Ruan Xiao's lips trembled, holding a trace of hope: "Who is it..."

Zhou Muye lowered his eyelashes, and his voice was weak: "I took the elevator before I lost my memory, and the elevator crashed and fell. I still remember... In the brief few seconds of darkness, someone rushed up and grabbed my head..."

Ruan Xiao's expression suddenly went blank, as if he couldn't think.

"I was protected by him, and I remember his breath..." Zhou Muye slowly raised his eyelashes, looking at Ruan Xiao with his dark eyes, "So when you ran into my arms for the first time, I thought I met him."

Ruan Xiao's dark eyes were dark, when he looked at Zhou Muye, he didn't blink, he forgot to breathe.

In his eardrums there was the drumming noise of blood rushing rapidly, and in an instant, it seemed as if he had returned to the day when he first saw Zhou Muye.

It was just a few tenths of a second passing by, an unintentional glance.

The boy's silhouette was fixed in his eyes, and his heart beat as the world fell apart.

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