I emo after dressing as a villain

On the carriage, Zhuang Tongtong closed his eyes and said nothing, apparently still angry about what happened last night.

But Zhang Junyan asked deliberately, "How did you sleep last night?"

Zhuang Tongtong didn't answer him, he was still sitting quietly, the sunlight fell on his face, neck, body, and fingers through the gap of the window.

The more Zhang Junyan watched, the more fascinated he became, and he felt that his soul had been hooked away by him. He even felt that Zhuang Tongtong should not be a cold and unparalleled cultivator of immortality, but a captivating fairy. There was no need to do anything, just He just needs to sit there and hook his fingers, and he is willing to send all his cultivation bases into his body.

"Still angry?" Zhang Junyan finally couldn't restrain the desire in his heart, leaned over and kissed that fair cheek.

"Zhang Junyan!" Those beautiful eyes opened instantly, and Zhang Junyan's smirk was printed inside.

"Keep your voice down, you can hear it outside." Obviously he did the evil thing first, but the villain complained first.

"This cake tastes very good. It was just baked this morning. Try it."

Zhuang Tongtong didn't take the cake, "You know the proprietress of that store."

Zhang Junyan was surprised, "So smart? How did you know that?"

"When Song Qin was arguing with the proprietress, the proprietress slipped her tongue and called Shao Si."

Zhang Junyan doesn't care about being exposed, "Since we are a family, this cake must be fine."

"Don't you have anything you want to tell me?" He looked at Zhang Junyan fixedly.

Zhang Junyan and him looked at each other in silence for a while, "What can I say?" He chuckled, lowered his eyebrows, the light in his eyes became a little colder and darker, and his tone was deep, "Tell me I have suffered so much in three years, suffered so much, suffered so many beatings, and then I was tortured to death by an old man who was going mad, and I was so crazy that I was a good candidate for martial arts, so I smashed my bones and asked me to reshape my body ..."

He paused for a moment and raised his eyes to stare straight at Zhuang Tongtong, with a hoarse voice that seemed humble, "Or do you want to hear that every time I'm about to give up, I'm always thinking about you and thinking about seeing each other again. In order to tell you that I like you, I feel that death is worth it."

Listening to these words, Zhuang Tongtong's eyes were filled with obscure emotions, and he couldn't tell what the emotion was. He clenched his fingers, and there seemed to be an unresolved and tangled pain between his brows.

Zhang Junyan stared at him closely, eyes full of unresolved affection and sorrow, and then smiled lightly, "Which one would Tongtong want to hear, eh?"

Zhuang Tongtong's eyes dodged a little, his eyes were dim like a layer of smog, and he slowly opened his lips, "You clearly know that's not what I'm asking."

Zhang Junyan's eyes moved to his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up, like a faint smile that couldn't be any weaker, "Since I promised you this time to let you follow, naturally I won't try to hide it from you again."

For a while, the two were relatively silent, the carriage was quiet, outside the carriage Zhan Fubo and Bai Yan listened to the conversation inside, and couldn't help but feel sad.

They knew that the young master liked Zhang Junyan. Although they didn't want to admit it, when the young master was in a coma, he was reciting his name sentence after sentence. It was impossible to cheat. The two seemed to be a joke made by God. not suitable.

Maybe Mr. Zhang also understands this truth in his heart, otherwise he would never have said anything about the future of the two of them.