Chapter Seventy-Four: A New Name
"Light kite......" The man lifted a strand of her long hair, felt her trembling, a smile appeared on his lips, and took the quilt on the side to cover her: "The name is still frivolous, it's better to change it, forget the past, and be a clean person again, eh?" ”
"Childe ......" she raised her head in some delight, her hand gripping the quilt tightly.
"What's it called? It's May now, it's better to take Wu as the surname, non-jade as the name, Wu Feiyu, spit out arrogance and hide anger, Yuxiu is generous, do you like it? After a moment of thought, he came up with a name that shook her heart.
Wu Feiyu.
Proud and angry, Yuxiu is generous.
Really, a good name. It's not flattering, it's not demonic, it's really a good name.
"Sounds good." The smile is like a delicate flower soaked in dew, beautiful and true, and the petals bloom. She whispered it to herself, smiling even more happily: "I have a name, I finally have a name of my own." Nice name, I like it very much, Wu Feiyu, Wu Feiyu, it's so nice, is it my name? As if tainted by her happiness, the man's face softened even more, reaching out and gently stroking her long hair.
"Yes, Wu Feiyu."
She got a new name, and the stone that had weighed on her heart for years went away. She got carried away, and looked at the man sincerely and boldly: "Childe, you gave me a name, but I don't know the ...... of Gongzi yet."
As if touching the forbidden area, the atmosphere suddenly became cold, and the man's expression did not change at all, but the depths of his eyes were like dark clouds, and he turned his head sideways: "Me? I don't have a first name. ”
Don't have a first name? How so? Wouldn't a person without a name or surname be too miserable to even have a name? Anyway, she still has a flirtatious name......
Without waiting for her to think more, he changed the subject: "I am quite satisfied with your performance in bed, you know how to be a superior charmer, you also know how to observe words and feelings, and you can force you to stay awake under me, you are a desirable talent......"
Wu Feiyu's happy expression followed his words, like a falling star, a little dim.
Does he want her to use her charm to do things for him?
Pinching her palms, she made up her mind that whatever he asked her to do, she would do it. I shouldn't have delusionally landed with dignity and freedom at the same time, and it would be nice to get only one.
"I'm willing, whether it's to accompany someone to bed or be sent to be a concubine, it's okay." She interrupted him, and subconsciously bit her lip again, as if her heart was empty, helpless. Until her chin was pinched by the man, forcing her head to rise, her heart pounded with a burning gaze.
"If you dare to say anything like that again, I promise you'll die an ugly death."
"For what? That's all I know, and it would be a pity if you didn't use it. "My heart hurts and I am happy, but I still have to ask what I should ask.
"Because of your face." The man's hand moved on her face, as if caressing a piece of jade, "Take good care of this face, this is your life-saving capital." ”
This face...... Wu Feiyu's heart froze again, he didn't look like a lustful person, so what was his face used for? Was she the one who reminded him of the person in his heart? For the first time, there was a sour feeling of jealousy. Is that the case? Is she her shadow?
"As long as I can be by your side......" she began, but was ruthlessly interrupted.
"No, I'll take you to a place where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the silence is uninhabited, which is very suitable for recuperation. In addition, someone will teach you excellent swordsmanship and disguise. You won't be disturbed in any way, but you don't think about running away, and I'm afraid that if you think about running, you'll die quietly. I don't want to see anyone but me kill you. ”
"And when can I see you?" She has a habit of biting her lip when she is nervous, and the man sighed and reached out to relieve the lip flap that was about to bleed: "When you finish your studies, it will be the day when we will see each other again." ”
"Remember, nothing is more important than this face."
"Live."
The man left, the room was quiet, Wu Feiyu maintained the same posture, she had not shed tears for many years, and the tears in the corners of her eyes had never dried.
In Juyulou, the old bustard would only hit her in an inconspicuous place when she was angry, never touching her face, her body was covered with bruises, but her face was as beautiful as before: "Nothing is more important than this face." ”
It seems that everyone in the world thinks it is important, but she is the only one who is more difficult and miserable because of it.
Loneliness follows you like a shadow.