Fu Yuanju pulled her hand to her cheek, tilted her head and rubbed it: "Sister." ”

His voice was low and soft, and his eyes were sparkling when he looked at her.

Shen Jiu was looked at by him like this, and his mood suddenly became worse.

She was really blinded by lard before, so she didn't see the liking in Fu Yuanju's eyes.

Shen Jiu furrowed his eyebrows, withdrew his hand, and answered him.

Fu Yuanju was very keen, he suddenly sensed the coldness of Shen Jiu's attitude, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist: "Sister? ”

His long eyelashes trembled, and his expression was a little confused: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Shen Jiu shook his head: "It's okay." ”

She stared at Fu Yuanju silently for a while, and after thinking for a long time, she slowly spoke: "Fu Yuanju." ”

She said in a calm tone: "The words I promised you before were all said in a hurry, and I can't count them." ”

Fu Yuanju's eyes widened.

He stood up, his dark pupils suddenly became a little helpless, his lips twitched, and his voice was very low: "Sister." ”

He grabbed Shen Jiu's wrist hard, the green tendons stretched out on the back of his thin white hand, and his fingertips were weak and pale: "My sister also told me before, people must keep their promises." ”

Shen Jiu averted his gaze: "This is a white lie. ”

Fu Yuanju suddenly smiled: "Sister." He leaned back against the wall, his eyelashes drooping like a dark curtain that obscured most of his expression.

He said in a low voice, "Sister, this is not kind. ”

Shen Jiu had some brain pain.

She rubbed her brow a little irritably, stood up, and asked him, "Can you still use the ability now?" ”

Fu Yuanju grabbed the quilt and was silent for a long time, but he still lifted his eyelashes and looked at her: "I don't need it." ”

His lips were bloodless, his face was pale, and his eyes became more and more dark, like a cold winter night, and the snow covered the vast world.

Shen Jiu was looked at by him like this, and suddenly felt that he was pitiful, she squatted beside him and decided to talk to him calmly: "Fu Yuanju." ”

She pulled the towel on the side, soaked it, and lowered her head to wipe his hands: "How old are you to come to me?" ”

Fu Yuanju's hands are very beautiful, with slender hands, rounded fingertips, and a porcelain white complexion, like a fine work of art.

Fu Yuanju stared at Shen Jiu for a while, and said in a low voice, "Twelve." ”

Shen Jiu smiled: "Twelve." ”

She wiped his hands clean for him, and leaned forward slightly: "You're only seventeen now." She wiped the blood from his face: "It's still a child." ”

Fu Yuanju pursed his lips suddenly. His eyelashes fell, and his fingertips were slightly raised, letting go of Shen Jiu's wrist.

Shen Jiu continued: "I'm twenty-three now. ”

She soaked the dirty towel in water, washed it, wrung it out and brought it back: "You can be young and reckless, but I'm an adult, and I know right from wrong—"

Fu Yuanju suddenly grabbed Shen Jiu's hand: "No." ”

He raised his head and suddenly approached Shen Jiu.

He was too close, and Shen Jiu could clearly see his long and curly eyelashes, beautiful black and white pupils, slightly raised tails of his eyes, and a touch of red at the ends of his eyes.

His lips were pursed so tightly that there was a hint of glow on his pale lips.

Fu Yuanju clasped Shen Jiu's shoulder: "I'm not reckless. ”

"It's not a kid either." He rolled over,

Shen Jiu heard him say, "Sister, from the time I follow you,"