"It's the soul."
"But aren't you fine now?"
Sang Yu's heart palpitated, she was afraid that Murong would tell her: She is not a real entity, but an illusion existing in the world, and what she sees is nothing but illusion.
Murong closed his eyes: "I was ten years old, and I was still an ignorant child. I didn't have much, and I was devoted to saving my mother. I asked the judge how to save my mother quickly. The judge said: 'If there is no joy or love, time will pass. Let's go faster." I need to become a ghost to atone for my mother, but the underworld will not lend three amazingly powerful treasures to a living person for no reason, and I can only mortgage my soul."
Sang Yu's fingertips were cold, and she held Mu Rong with her backhand, praying that she would not hear the facts that she could not bear next.
Murong let out a long sigh: "I have pressured Xi Po and Ai Po to the underworld, and since then I will not show liking for anything, including clothing, hobbies, food tastes, as far as you know, In fact, it was all realized by following my previous memories, and... I couldn’t love, I lost the ability to love someone.”
Silent, long and suffocating.
Sang Yu lowered her head, the corners of her eyes were hot, and something was stuck in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.
This is the real reason why Mu Rong hasn't had a boyfriend in seventeen years.
It turned out that she was not born with a dull temperament, but was deprived of the right to enthusiasm.
What about yourself
What is she in her heart? only friends? Or just a roommate who takes care of the physical body
As soon as this idea came out, Sang Yu immediately denied herself. She could see Mu Rong's attitude towards others, and she didn't believe that she was so light in Mu Rong's heart.
If this was the case, how could she save herself regardless of her own safety, and thus was punished by the underworld. Isn't the iron chain wrapped around her body the best proof
Sang Yu is full of worries and has thousands of words in her belly, but she doesn't know how to say them.
She was afraid to ask, and the answer she got made her disheartened.
She was afraid to ask, she and Mu Rong couldn't even be friends, and it was even difficult to maintain the status quo that had just been established.
But these words are really uncomfortable in her heart, she can hardly breathe.
Fortunately, Murong didn't make Sang Yu wait too long. She lifted the quilt and sat up slowly while supporting her somewhat numb body, but she never let go of Sang Yu's fingers.
"Sang Yu?"
"Yeah." Sang Yu replied sullenly, about to cry.
Hearing such a voice, Murong felt a little uncomfortable. She was not happy, and couldn't distinguish her own feelings. She pulled Sang Yu's fingers and said softly, "Will you look at me?"
"not good."
Sang Yu's tears dripped down and hit the quilt drop by drop, turning into round water stains.
Mu Rong moved, the two of them were very close, she had slept for too long and hadn't eaten for three days, she felt a little dizzy when she sat up, so she put her forehead on Sang Yu's shoulder: "I haven't finished my words yet. "
Sang Yu raised her hand and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, but the hand that was held by Murong was reluctant to take it out.
"Speak, I'm listening."
What could be more despairing than Murong not having love soul
"I was only ten years old when I lost my love. Because of my family background, I never got any presents I loved when I was a child. Every birthday, I only have a bowl of longevity noodles with eggs. My mother will secretly save her. Give me a few dollars of the pitiful life-saving money, this is my entire life for the first ten years, so even if I want to distinguish, I don’t have the experience to judge how I feel about you.”
Sang Yu felt distressed for a while, then she raised her head abruptly when she heard the back, looked at Mu Rong in disbelief, and murmured, "How do you feel about me?"
Mu Rong's expression was a little unnatural, perhaps because the quilt was too thick, and his cheeks were flushed: "Well, I have known Hao Jiefang since I was ten years old. We have been together all these years. He is my best friend, but when you I feel different from him."
Sang Yu stared at Mu Rong, his gloomy eyes glowing again.
"I've always been a loner, and I only recruited roommates because Huang Yanan ran away, but after Huang Yanan's matter was resolved, I didn't have the intention of letting you go, I... maybe I got used to it unknowingly. A you, can you understand?"
Sang Yu grabbed Mu Rong's hand, expecting her to continue. Murong thought for a while and continued: "I have been a errand for so many years, and I have seen through life and death. Death is just another end of the journey for me. It’s just the beginning. There were many children who were still young and died young. The souls begged me to give them a little more time, but I didn’t agree. For this reason, Hao Jiefang also said that I was born to be a bad material, but on the day you had an accident , I accidentally saw your name on the dead book, my... my brain went blank, and when I came back to my senses, there was only one thought in my mind, I want you to live."
Sang Yu cried again, this time tears of joy.
Murong blushed and continued: "Although I was punished afterwards, I don't regret it at all. I even asked myself many times, if I could go back in time and give me another chance to choose, would I still save you?" ? The answer is the same."
Sang Yu suddenly held up Mu Rong's head, and Murong froze for a moment, the reflection of Sang Yu in his pupils became clearer and clearer.
She frantically kissed Mu Rong's lips, firm and decisive.
Murong's mind went blank, and she subconsciously pushed Sang Yu, only to find that this thin person, who was half a head shorter than herself, had such great strength, holding her tightly, and she couldn't break free.
The temperature on Murong's cheeks continued to rise, and a strange feeling surged in her heart. She couldn't push Sang Yu away, and she couldn't bear to use force to hurt her, so she had to let her hold her, making movements that she had never done before.
Murong's motionlessness did not dampen Sang Yu's enthusiasm, she closed her eyes piously, her long eyelashes fluttering.
Gently sucking on Mu Rong's lips, patiently guiding the other party to respond.
Mu Rong looked at Sang Yu, and followed her example and slowly closed her eyes. When Sang Yu stuck out her pink tongue to gently outline her lips, and then firmly searched inward.
With a "boom", Murong's brain exploded.
She opened her mouth in shock, and Sang Yu was overjoyed, and rushed in.
Lingering and stubborn guide Mu Rong to dance with her.
Mu Rong had never experienced this before, only felt his body temperature rise suddenly, his heart felt like being scratched by a cat's paw, resisting the shyness in his heart, he moved tentatively.
Although it was Sang Yu's first time, she was much more skilled than Murong.
After a while, she hooked up with Murong for a thunderous and long kiss.
He didn't stop until he heard Murong's abnormal panting.
Parting his lips, he opened his eyes.
Sang Yu's eyes flickered once his vision was restored.
In front of him, Murong's lips were moist, his cheeks were tender and glamorous, and his spring-like pupils carried the fluster unique to an ignorant girl who loves Dou Chukai, so beautiful!
Such a pure breed is rare in the world.
Sang Yu's heart was full, and it turned out that Murong had already quietly entered her heart before she knew it.
It's just that Mu Rong's cold attitude and indifferent temperament affected Sang Yu, making Sang Yu feel that she was not much moved.
After the kiss was over, Sang Yu really saw herself clearly.
She has a pair of special eyes, and I am afraid that she will not be an ordinary person in this life.
For more than ten years, including his own family, only Mu Rong, who knows her special features, can treat her like an ordinary person.
She didn't miss the affection in Murong's eyes, and her heart was melted by the shyness shown by Mu Rong, turning into a puddle of hot spring water.
She looked at Murong affectionately, even if it was a moth to the flame, she would be willing.
Sang Yu caressed Murong's hot cheeks, and asked softly, "Can you get back your joy and love?"
Murong shook his head, and replied with some disappointment: "I'm afraid, we can only wait until I die."
Sang Yu smiled, kissed the corner of Murong's mouth, hugged her in his arms, and said firmly, "Promise me one thing, okay?"
"Um."
"When I die, you must be the one to seduce me."
Mu Rong's heart tugged, and just about to say something, Sang Yu tightly wrapped her arm around Mu Rong, and patted her on the back comfortingly: "I haven't finished yet~"
"you say."
"Then, find a way to sign my soul and let me be your ghost contract."
Murong hugged Sang Yu with his backhand, nestled in the crescent of her neck, his body was trembling, and he gasped heavily to relieve the discomfort of chest pain.
Sang Yu's lips always had a slight curve, and he patted Murong's back lightly, calming her turbulent emotions silently.
Mu Rong rubbed against Sang Yu's shoulder, quietly wiped away the moisture that accidentally overflowed, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't say such things when you are young."
Sang Yu chuckled, turned her head and kissed the tip of Murong's red ear: "Didn't you say that death is not the end?"
"I don't want to talk to you about this, and I don't want to hear you say this!"
"Okay, I won't say anything."
"… Um."
Murong's stomach protested, and Sang Yu let go of Mu Rong reluctantly: "You lie down for a while, I'll cook porridge for you, and there are still a few bags of unopened pickles, can you just take a bite?"
Mu Rong didn't look at Sang Yu, lay down completely, grabbed the quilt to cover his body, shrunk into a chrysalis, all in one go.
Sang Yu went down to the ground with a smile, washed rice, cooked porridge, boiled the tableware, and hummed a light tune.
After a while, the fragrance of rice wafted out.
The author has something to say: I suddenly found that I have written 119 chapters, so I have written so many
It's time for some welfare, in fact, it's not a welfare, it's something that will come naturally after writing, after all, Sang Yu and Mu Rong have known each other for two years.
hmm~
Tomorrow is still a double update,~ for the sake of my hard work, you shake your cute little hands, leave me a message to talk about your impressions or something
In addition, this article does not discuss the issue of attacking and receiving, you can discuss it yourself, don't ask me.