A Grain [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 35

Lin Zhixu received such an unclear answer from Wang Xiaoli. He did not press Wang Xiaoli again on why he wanted to collect this cut-out picture of Ronwu Castle.

He was holding the book "Sleepwalking in Many Lives" in his hand, pretending to be relaxed and continued to ask Wang Xiaoli: "What about this book? Why did you put Shen Jueyi's book so high?" He looked at it with his eyes. Wang Xiaoli: "When did you get this book? Why didn't I know?"

Wang Xiaoli smelled a hint of disobedience in Lin Zhixu's expression and tone, and he couldn't tell what was wrong.

When Wang Xiaoli hesitated to speak, Lin Zhixu's movements and tone became more exaggerated. He grinned as if he was teasing Wang Xiaoli: "Hahahaha, don't you like Shen Jueyi?"

At this time, Wang Xiaoli relaxed his guard under Lin Zhixu's pretentious tone, as if he was joking.

He shook his head and gave a very honest answer.

"I don't know," he said.

Lin Zhixu asked Wang Xiaoli if he liked Shen Jueyi.

Wang Xiaoli said he didn’t know.

He didn't quickly deny or explain, but said he didn't know.

Rather than giving Lin Zhixu an answer, it was more like he was avoiding telling the answer that Lin Zhixu didn't want to hear.

The smile on Lin Zhixu's face slowly disappeared.

He looked at Wang Xiaoli's thin figure as if he had met this person for the first time. He didn't know why Wang Xiaoli could act like he liked him so much, but still kept another secret in his heart.

Could it be that all the dependence and attachment shown on him were all fake?

Lin Zhixu should have been angry, but he didn't know whether it was because of the fact that the gap between Wang Xiaoli and him had gradually widened recently, or the special nature of Shen Jue, which made Lin Zhixu still pretend to be calm.

Maybe he made a mistake somewhere, Wang Xiaoli's language expression skills are poor, but Lin Zhixu should not be in a hurry to make wrong interpretations.

Lin Zhixu's face was expressionless as he approached Wang Xiaoli. The book he was holding was so hard that his fingertips turned white.

"What do you mean you don't know? If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it?" After Lin Zhixu said these words, the suppressed emotions began to pour out, and his voice could not help but increase: "You and me I said! What does Wang Xiaoli mean by not knowing! What about me?"

Wang Xiaoli didn't know how to face Lin Zhixu's sudden mood. He felt a little scared and wanted to end this situation as soon as possible.

All the unpleasant conversations that happened now were because Lin Zhixu discovered this book, which Wang Xiaoli couldn't even read.

Wang Xiaoli stretched out his hand to take it back, but said, "No, I don't want to talk about this anymore."

He was a little anxious and stuttered again.

But Lin Zhixu didn't want to give up. He seemed to insist on asking Wang Xiaoli for an answer.

He put his hands on Wang Xiaoli's shoulders, and the book in his hand fell to the ground again. He stared into Wang Xiaoli's eyes and asked again: "What about me, do you like me?"

Wang Xiaoli felt uneasy, but he still answered under Lin Zhixu's oppressive gaze: "I like it."

As if the stone hanging in his heart had fallen halfway, Lin Zhixu was disturbed by these things, as if he was eager to confirm something. After Wang Xiaoli finished his answer, he suddenly went up to kiss him.