RPAGF Chapter 9 Your face is so red, are you sick?
Chapter 9 Your face is so red, are you sick?
Gu Zhibei inserted the key into the hole.
Before he could even twist his wrist.
With a soft "thump," the door opened.
The girl inside the door sat in a wheelchair, still with an indifferent expression.
Without saying a word, he turned his wheelchair around and moved into the house.
Jiang Youyu's emotions seemed to be like the continuous, low hum of the motor, without any fluctuations.
However, the more indifferent and aloof she appeared, the more Gu Zhibei wanted to tease her.
"Next up is that one, the legendary one."
He placed the food on the table and met the girl's somewhat puzzled gaze.
Gu Zhibei recited his lines in a flat, emotionless tone:
"Welcome back, Onii-chan. Should we eat first, take a shower first, or... eat me first?"
"..."
Jiang Youyu's face darkened, as if she wanted to kill someone.
Fortunately, she was in a good mood today and ultimately managed to suppress her murderous intent.
"No daily rewards today? Enough! This utterly boring world might as well be destroyed."
Gu Zhibei turned on the phone's recording function, and only when the girl's familiar words "Go to hell," "Get out," and "Disgusting" came through did he show a panting expression on his face.
The girl's face suddenly turned bright red, the red spreading to her eyelids, the base of her neck, and the tips of her ears.
"You're giving me water...delete it right now!"
She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, a soft, furious sob escaping her throat, like a small animal driven to desperation.
Gu Zhibei remained expressionless, glancing at the girl's legs.
Even though she was furious and wanted to rush up and slap him, her legs didn't move at all.
So, is it true that Jiang Youyu's leg recovery is limited?
Does this happen with "post-traumatic stress"?
It seems so, at least that's what the soy milk doctor said.
Gu Zhibei deleted the records and handed the phone directly to Jiang Youyu, indicating that she could delete whatever she wanted.
You just gave it to me like that... so simply?
Jiang Youyu was stunned for two seconds.
She never expected the other party to give in so easily.
So why did he do that?
Just to annoy her and make her angry?
Jiang Youyu stared at the screen, feeling like a silly fish being raised in a fishpond, taking the bait as soon as it appeared, and probably not even knowing when she would be caught and eaten...
She pursed her lips slightly, her fingertips gliding across the screen.
My gaze lingered for a moment on the green "x" icon.
Jiang Youyu opened the photo album.
His photo album is very clean.
Most of them are landscape photos.
The lights burning in the early morning, the dappled light filtering through the trees, and the setting sun slanting across the sky.
From these still, beautiful images, Jiang Youyu seems to be able to touch the boy's feelings at that time through the screen.
Beneath these tranquil undercurrents, there seems to be a surge of untold aspirations.
She had never met him like that before.
Gu Zhibei always maintained a detached expression in her presence, whether he angered her or gave her a massage…
Even when she was truly angered by herself and ran away, she was unwilling to reveal too much of her inner changes.
Gu Zhibei is a really strange person. Everything he does seems to have a purpose, but upon closer inspection, it just seems to be the usual quirky sense of humor of a teenager.
He didn't seem to have much interest in anything.
Occasionally, when the mood strikes, it will pretend to use its tail as a fishing rod, like a cat, to tease the fish in the pond.
Even though she was such an awkward and difficult person to understand, Gu Zhibei never showed any disgust or annoyance.
What kind of person is he?
In the distant future, perhaps there is no future for her... What kind of person does he want to be, and in which corner of the world does he want to live?
Jiang Youyu felt inexplicably unwilling.
She continued scrolling up, and when her gaze fell on a few of them, her cheeks, which hadn't completely cooled down, flushed red again.
How... how come there are still photos of her?
The girl's fingertips were trembling.
There was an indescribable feeling in my heart.
Shy, annoyed?
Want to take the evidence and teach him a lesson?
It seems like it is all of them, but it also seems like it is none of them.
The girl in the photo has disheveled hair and a gloomy face.
From the angle at which the photo was taken, only a small portion of her profile was captured.
Jiang Youyu remembered that he had deliberately messed up her hair, taking almost half an hour to style it properly, which had really infuriated her at the time...
They even dared to take pictures of me without my permission.
Jiang Youyu bit her lower lip, her face flushed.
She suddenly noticed that although she looked angry in the photo, the upward curve of her lips was quite noticeable.
The thought of this guy scrutinizing my conflicted expression countless times...
Delete it! It must be deleted immediately!!
But for some reason, my finger suddenly wouldn't obey me and just wouldn't press the gray trash can icon.
Ugh.
She thought sadly to herself:
"Mom, I think I might be possessed by something dirty..."
Jiang Youyu lowered her head, not daring to look up.
She quickly deleted the recording and then immediately sent away the phone that was cursed by a ghost.
She no longer dared to look at Gu Zhibei's face, and she couldn't even hear what he said.
My mind was a complete mess, like a ball of yarn repeatedly tangled up by a cat's paws, all my thoughts a jumbled jumble.
By the time Jiang Youyu finally calmed down, she was already holding a pair of chopsticks in her hand.
Gu Zhibei sat opposite him, eating while scrolling through his phone.
Perhaps he had found something interesting, for he had a faint smile on his face.
Jiang Youyu dared not think too deeply. She had already retreated to the deepest part of her shell, and no matter how loudly the drums were beaten outside, they could not wake her up!
"...That's interesting, isn't it?"
"..."
"Um?"
"Um……"
She ate the rice as if she were sleepwalking.
Gu Zhibei just found it amusing.
Sometimes, if someone suddenly looks up at her, the girl's pupils will tremble, and she will quickly avert her gaze, smacking her slightly oily lips.
This was the first time Jiang Youyu had shown such a vulnerable demeanor in front of him.
Gu Zhibei realized that he had underestimated her.
She's not stupid at all.
You can tell by the fact that the recordings were deleted from the phone but the photos were not touched.
Jiang Youyu guessed that he had a backup, which is why he handed it over to her with such confidence.
She only deleted the recording, which was proof of her defiance of him.
The girl's quick wit surprised Gu Zhibei.
He originally thought that Jiang Youyu would at least act fiercely and bar her teeth at him to maintain her authority.
However, its current behavior is more like that of a small fish that has been pulled out of the water, no longer daring to spit out bubbles, only thinking about playing dead.
"Where's your cat?" Jiang Youyu abruptly changed the subject.
Gu Zhibei raised an eyebrow and said casually:
"That's not actually my cat, it belongs to one of my classmates. He occasionally asks me to look after it when he's busy."
"Is that so..."
"What's wrong? Can't bear to part with that cat?" The boy smiled.
"No, I'm just asking."
Jiang Youyu was somewhat disappointed, but still habitually retorted with a rebuttal.
The two people's conversation gradually faded away.
In the end, only the soft clattering of bowls and chopsticks remained.
The usual dinner for two ended quickly.
Jiang Youyu deftly pulled her dress down to her thighs.
She bit her lip, turned her face to the side, and closed her eyes tightly.
The innocent young woman forced into prostitution by thieves has appeared online.
After a while, there was still no sound.
She opened her eyes blankly.
Gu Zhibei sat upright at the table.
He had an exam paper in front of him, and his expression was focused and serious.
It seems they are completely immersed in the joy of learning.
Jiang Youyu's body stiffened for a moment, and the cloth she was tightly clutching in her hand seemed to turn into a scorching hot iron. She quickly let go.
Suddenly, Gu Zhibei seemed to notice the girl's movements.
Turning his head, his voice was filled with doubt:
"Your face is so red, are you sick?"
"If there's nothing urgent, please wait until I finish this test paper. My grades have been slipping a bit lately."