122: Deep gaze

Deep gaze

What else can I say? Without thinking anymore, Qiao Jiusheng started narrating the book.1

"For I do love you, Yusheng… as the dew loves the flowers, as the birds love the sunshine, as the wavelets love the breeze, as mothers love their first-born, as memory loves old faces, as the yearning tides love the moon, as the angels love the pure in the heart.... Please accept my kiss and my blessings. You have to accept this fact: I love you."

Isn't this a love letter from Mark Twain to Olivia?

Fang Yusheng shamelessly changed the name to his!

When Fang Yusheng heard this, he nodded in all seriousness and said, "I understand."

Qiao Jiusheng was speechless.

She threw the stack of papers into Fang Yusheng's arms. "Don't be so shameless, Fang Yusheng."

Fang Yusheng slowly arranged the paper in his arms. The corners of his lips curled as he asked Qiao Jiusheng, "I have a poem here. Do you want to hear it?"

"I'm not listening. I'm not listening."

Fang Yusheng slowly said, "My blind eyes are desperately waiting for the sight of you. Ah Sheng, you don't realize, of course, how fascinatingly beautiful you have always been and how strangely you have acquired a special, dangerous loveliness. It's so dangerous that I want to have a child with you, tonight." Fang Yusheng finished chanting but did not hear Qiao Jiusheng's voice, so he asked her, "Are you thinking about where this poem came from?"

Without waiting for Qiao Jiusheng to answer, he resolved her confusion. "It's a love letter from Richard to Elizabeth."

Qiao Jiusheng suddenly said, "Why do I remember that the last sentence was not in the love letter he wrote to Elizabeth?"

Fang Yusheng fell silent.

"Alright, those are my thoughts."

Qiao Jiusheng picked up the pillow and threw it at his face.

"To sleep."

Fang Yusheng hugged the pillow and confessed, "The first sentence was also my heartfelt words."

Qiao Jiusheng, who was lying with her back facing him, suddenly opened her eyes.

She turned around and secretly observed Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng hugged the pillow. The expression on his face was as gentle as if he were hugging a lover. Qiao Jiusheng suddenly said, "It's a good thing that you can't see me. I'm very ugly."

Fang Yusheng remained indifferent.

"It's fine. Anyway, I'm not ugly. It's fine as long as our children resemble me instead of you."

"Get lost!" This time, what was thrown on his face was Qiao Jiusheng's towel on the bedside table.

Fang Yusheng removed the towel from his face and fearlessly said, "Smells good!"

Qiao Jiusheng ignored him.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, a hand landed on her back. The restless hand even moved to touch her front. The hand then lowered. Seeing that it was about to reach her underwear, Qiao Jiusheng slapped Fang Yusheng's hand. "What are you doing?"

Fang Yusheng felt wronged. "I'll put the chain on you." The chain had to be worn continuously to have an effect.

Qiao Jiusheng was a little embarrassed. "I'll do it myself."

She put on the chain herself. She paid special attention to turning over at night.

How could she not notice? Her waist was worth a million yuan now.

***

The next day, Fang Yusheng and Qiao Jiusheng went to the airport together.

While waiting for the flight, Qiao Jiusheng still felt upset. She wanted to talk to Fang Yusheng for a while, but Fang Yusheng lowered his head and played with his gemstone cane. He wore the same old cold expression, unwilling to acknowledge her.

She did not want to show her affection and be faced with his coldness.

Hearing the reminder to board the plane, Qiao Jiusheng instantly stood up.

No one saw that Fang Yusheng's eyelids trembled.

Qiao Jiusheng said to him, "I'm leaving."

Fang Yusheng was indifferent. "See you after the new year." By the time he returned to his country, it would be almost the Lantern Festival.

Qiao Jiusheng hummed.

She took the luggage from Qi Bufan and walked to the security checkpoint.

When it was almost her turn, Qiao Jiusheng could not help but look back at Fang Yusheng.

He stood there with his cane. He could not see, but he still looked at her with wide eyes.

If his eyes were books, there would definitely be four words written at this moment—

His gaze was deep.

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