Shen Feibai took a shower, wearing only a simple long-sleeved white Tee, water droplets dripped from his hair and rolled into his neck, he pinched the end of the towel and wiped it.

There was a faint sound of a girl sobbing in the room, and the closer she got, the clearer it became.

Shen Xinyu sat on a rattan leisure chair near the window, bowed, his chest against his knees, showing his sad and fragile side.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she slowly raised her head, tears all over her face: "Brother, do you have a good relationship with her, why did you bring her back......"

The thick crying tone weakened the questioning in her tone slightly, but her red eyes were full of resentment.

The steps that were about to step forward stopped, Shen Fei's white eyes were deep, and his expression faded: "What are you dissatisfied with?" ”

"I hate her!" Shen Xinyu let out a low roar hysterically.

It was the first time in many years that she had spoken openly and honestly. She hates her, hates Zhou Jiyou, and hates Zhou Jiyou, who ignores her and thinks she is amazing.

Once the heart that has been hidden for many years is vented, it is like a flood breaking through the floodgate, and it is out of control.

She cried even harder.

Shen Feibai looked at her silently for a while, sat at the end of the bed, and wiped the water stains on his hair in a muffled voice.

Without explanation or comfort, Shen Xinyu sobbed and said, "I know, you like her, you like her, right?" ”

"But she doesn't like you, grandpa asked you to get engaged, and she refused."

"Brother, aren't you sad? You don't like her anymore, okay......"

Confused and incoherent, she stepped forward and hugged his knees, and begged with tears in her eyes: "Don't like her anymore, don't like her anymore......"

Shen Feibai lowered her head, brushed aside her tear-bound hair, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you hate her?" ”

His tone was gentle, Shen Xinyu felt that her brother was still hers, and he was on his side, so he opened his heart and said, "Where is she good, she is always high up, and there is no one in her eyes." Grandpa doesn't like her, Aunt Hui doesn't like her either, it's just you and Uncle, only you, you are all devoted to her. ”

Shen Feibai's face was calm, but he seemed to look straight into her heart: "What else?" ”

The corners of Shen Xinyu's mouth were deflated, his eyes were full of tears again, and he lowered his head: "Also, there is me...... I love ......"

The voice behind is stuck in the throat.

I can't say it, I'm really ashamed to say it.

"It's gone...... she looked back up, "brother, I just hate her, don't like her." ”

Shen Feibai didn't make any moves, nor did he say a word, he looked at her, his eyes were dark, like the deep sea in the night, enduring the waves.

It was seen early on that she was prejudiced against Zhou Jiyou, more precisely, a prejudice stemming from possessiveness.

In the past, they didn't pay attention to it, just to say a wake-up call, but now, it broke out, just in time for their most difficult situation.

The thirstier you are, the more salt you eat.

Whether it is Shen Guoan or Shen Xinyu, they are all problems on his side.

Shen Feibai's hands hanging down to his legs were clenched, and a moment of condensation appeared between his eyebrows.

"You don't have the right to bind who I like." He finally spoke, his tone was calm, and his eyes were dark, but there seemed to be other colors mixed in besides black.

Shen Xinyu's heart tightened, her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it: "Brother, I'm your sister, my own sister!" ”

"Just because you are my sister, I respect your wishes, and I hope you will respect me." His tone was still as white as water, and every word remained at a steady horizontal line, without a hint of accusation.

Shen Xinyu shook his head with a bubble of tears.

She let go of her hand and jumped away, so sad that she couldn't help herself: "No, my brother is not like you!" ”

Disappointed, she ran out and didn't even close the door.

Shen Feibai sat there and didn't move for a long time.

Another color in the pupil of the eye gradually deepened, one by one, spreading to the whites of the eyes.

Red, intense and stoic blood red.

***

After Shen Xinyu went to find Shen Feibai, Zhou Jiyou left Shen Ke behind and returned to his house.

She saw that the time was almost up, and then came out again.

This time, without Shen Ke being disturbed halfway, the distance of more than a dozen steps soon arrived at the door.

The door was open, and she tapped twice on the panel, but found nothing like "Please come in."

But the room was quiet, and she thought about it for a moment, stepped in, and closed the door by the way.

Shen Feibai's bedroom has a sense of freshness and environmental simplicity, firstly because it was originally a guest room turned into a bedroom, and secondly, because he was neither picky nor particular, what he looked like when he moved in, and what he has always been like since then.

On the original wood floor, a beautiful red patterned carpet is placed, and a simple large bed is placed against the wall.

Shen Feibai sat at the end of the bed, bowing his head slightly.

His short jet-black hair was wet and shimmered in the light.

She saw a towel hanging from his shoulder and neck, stepped forward to take it off, unfolded it, and wrapped it around his head.

He hadn't looked up, but at this moment, as if disturbed, he suddenly looked at her.

Zhou Jiyou gently helped him wipe his half-wet hair, and wanted to laugh at him for being unresponsive, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw his reddish eyes.

Before she could say a word, he suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her firmly.

She stood between his crossed legs, pressed against his chest.

He pressed his face against her abdomen, his eyes closed, and under her lowered gaze, there was a tough, restrained outline.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked.

He doesn't squeak.

She asked again, "What's wrong with you?" The tone was a little aggravated.

He hugged her, and he was afraid that the strength would be too strong to strangle her, but the strength in his body couldn't help leaking out, and he didn't want to let go, as if only holding it like this was real and down-to-earth.

"Speak." She shook him shoulder.

"It's fine." It took a long time to squeeze two words out of his mouth.

Zhou Jiyou hesitated: "Is it because I didn't agree to get engaged to you?" ”

He slowly opened his eyes.

That's what she came to him for. She exhaled and explained with her heart: "Whether it is engaged or married, it is a very beautiful and pure thing, and I don't want to be taken advantage of and mixed with unclean factors." Do you understand what I mean? ”

How can you not understand.

"Don't think about it." She tried to comfort her.

He didn't admit it, in case she continued to ask, so he simply confessed: "Hmm." ”