RPAGF Chapter 133 Random Puppy
Chapter 133 Random Puppy
This sounds okay at first glance.
But if you look closely, you can notice something strange about it.
It was as if only half of the words were said, and I always felt that there should be something more to come.
Bai Yuan was young and didn't hear it.
On the contrary, Song Yanming knew best what kind of person he was.
The anesthetic had already been administered and my consciousness was gradually fading, and I was about to fall asleep.
Upon hearing this, he was like being injected with a shot of cardiotonic. He sat up in shock from his dying illness and weakly clarified:
"Are you blind? How can I get a girlfriend this young? This is my sister!"
Hearing him say this, Mu Chenye's eyes, which were originally filled with tenderness, froze for a moment, as if he recalled something and was somewhat incredulous.
But it soon returned to normal.
He looked Bai Yuan up and down again without leaving any trace.
There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and he said to Song Yanming in his softest voice:
"Your sister isn't——"
He pointed to his head as he spoke.
Although the action is simple, the meaning is obvious.
"It doesn't look like it. Is it cured?"
Then, with a hint of lingering affection in his eyes, he spoke in a tone that was almost the same as before:
"Your sister is so beautiful."
This time Bai Yuan heard it and ignored the second half of the sentence, knowing that he was talking about Song Yanming's illegitimate half-sister.
Although we only met briefly at the Bai family manor.
But his sister made several shocking remarks in just a few minutes.
So Bai Yuan remembered it without much effort.
I have to say that the description is quite apt. It is a bit immoral to say behind a girl's back that she has a mental problem.
However, Bai Yuan never thought of standing up for people who were not related to him.
She extended her hand to him, with a polite smile on her face, to justify herself:
"Hello, my last name is Bai."
Bai Yuan was covered in blood from Song Yanming.
The originally light gray wool coat has been dyed beyond recognition.
The bright red petals bloomed on the clothes like flowers in full bloom.
Especially the arm that supported Song Yanming was the most conspicuous.
The half-coagulated blood slowly seeped from the cuff to the wrist.
Like a blood-red vine growing wildly.
Tightly wrapped around those white and slender fingers.
Before, she endured the sticky touch of blood and shook her hands casually twice.
A few drops of blood that had not yet dried happened to splash onto her face.
Because it was a bit itchy, Bai Yuan subconsciously raised his hand to rub it.
Then he wiped a clean and neat bloodstain under the corner of his eye.
It creates a strong impact on her porcelain-like face.
It's like putting on makeup, adding a bit of charm.
At this moment, Bai Yuan was wearing an outfit that looked like he had just walked out of a crime scene.
Even if someone said that the bloody hole on Song Yanming's body was caused by her, I'm afraid no one would doubt it.
Mu Chenye's gaze lingered for a long time on the red bloodstain at the corner of her eye.
Tilt your head slightly.
Those eyes, narrow and long, with slightly drooping tails, naturally smiling, and with a unique and charming temperament like a fox, made his beautiful and flawless face look even more frivolous.
"Oh - so she's not my biological sister -" He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, raised his hand lazily and shook hands with Bai Yuan, blinked at her, "That's perfect, I'm Mu Chenye, can you be my girlfriend?"
Bai Yuan looked at him calmly, and did not answer immediately. Instead, he asked slowly, "Do you have any paper?"
"Of course." Mu Chenye's smile deepened.
Instead of letting go of her hand, he held it even tighter.
Using only his free hand, he pulled out a pack of disposable hand towels from his pocket.
After he unpacked it skillfully, he did not hand it directly to Bai Yuan.
Instead, he helped her wipe the blood off her face before slowly putting the towel in her hand.
Bai Yuan didn't say much, just thanked him and wiped the blood off his hands gracefully.
From fingers to wrists, not a single trace is missed.
After she finished wiping, she casually handed the towel to Mu Chenye, and then answered his previous question.
"No."
He practiced for a year to raise his face, seemingly polite, but in fact he had just the right sense of distance, smiled gently yet politely, and spoke tactfully:
"Sorry, I don't like random people."