Ah, I was still afraid that she would find a short-sightedness.

I always felt that Fu Jin's tone of speaking to her was very similar to teaching introverted children, with a sense of being kind and seductive.

But...... She really eats this set.

Or, with social communication disorders, she was indeed soothed in his tone.

This body is only 19 years old, and it may still be the psychology of a nine-year-old child in dealing with interpersonal relationships and getting along with others.

"I promise you." Although Wen Yao's reply this time was brief, it was much more firm and coherent than just now.

The smile on Fu Jin's lips deepened, and Wen Yao suddenly had the illusion that she had "done something great".

The man walked around behind her, Wen Yao couldn't see his expression, and the panic that had just calmed down came up again, and she only felt a chill in her back.

"Now I'm going to untie the rope, it'll be soon."

As soon as the words fell, the restraints on Wen Yao's body suddenly lightened.

Fu Jin said very quickly, really very quickly.

The rope that tied her was taken from the storage room by the aunt in a hurry, and there were not many loops tied, but the aunt was in a panic and tied a dead knot.

Wen Yao brushed away the loose rope slightly, and the hemp rope with the thickness of her fingers fell to the ground, she still lowered her eyes, and caught a glimpse of the broken rope in her spare eyes.

Neat and neat, as if it had been broken by sharp metal.

Much like ...... A bladed dagger.

Not necessarily, the "technology" of this world is so magical, it may be some tools that she doesn't understand.

Wen Yao wanted to know what it was, but Fu Jin didn't let her see the shadow of the tool during the whole process, from taking it out to using it to putting it back in...... I can't even think of where he put it.

The original body watched a movie called "Edward Scissorhands", could it be that Fu Jin actually has a pair of scissorhands?

This modern world is quite interesting...... Thinking like this, the sense of rejection of dealing with strangers weakened in my heart.

"Next month, I will have to work hard for you and me to attend the exhibition of Master Corot's paintings."

Wen Yao pursed her lips.

Fu Jin is really caring, obviously admitting his affection, but she still has to say "hard work" to her.

Fu Jin squatted in front of Wen Yao again.

Squatting is a very undignified posture, but Fu Jin is too calm, and even curls up slightly, her eyes are at the same level as hers.

The man put one hand on his lap and the other hand on his chin, and didn't say a word of praise, but Wen Yao felt that his eyes were saying: You did a good job.

But she didn't actually do anything, just according to the agreement with him, and didn't move.

Wen Yao was still not used to looking at Fu Jin, so she instinctively looked away, and noticed the man's hand holding her chin.

It's beautiful.

The knuckles are distinct but not thin, the proportions are slender but not exaggerated, and the neat and round nails reveal a faint flush.

If I have to say anything short, it is probably that this hand is too white and has a sense of unreality, but because of this, the slightly protruding cyan blood vessels under the skin are more obvious.

His hands also resemble a classical painting.

The kind of classical painting that is carefully outlined with the finest pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

I kind of want to collect it.

Wen Yao clearly felt that the rate of her heart's beating increased, and even her breathing was a little sluggish.

The original body is an out-and-out hand control, and when drawing the structure of the human body, I also like to draw the hand the most.

Fu Jin has such a pair of hands, I really want to ...... Touch it.

Startled by this thought, Wen Yao had to face a more serious problem.

In addition to social phobia, the original body also has skin craving disorder.