Chapter 43 Don’t look

Lin Jiaoyue was half dragged and half held by him to the prosthetic body.

Li Shenghe touched Yi Shen's back and pushed Lin Jiaoyue into Yi Shen's arms.

Lin Jiaoyue was instantly thrust from a warm embrace into a furry prosthetic body.

The extended consciousness made a happy cheer in the sea of ​​consciousness.

——Yeah, Yangyang!

——Give me the sheep and sheep, give me the sheep and sheep!

A group of extended consciousnesses struggled in the sea of ​​​​consciousness to fight for the control of the prosthetic body.

Lin Jiaoyue withdrew her attention from the noisy sea of ​​consciousness and looked at the villain lying on the ground in front of her, holding her hand.

The other person held her wrist tightly with one hand, pressed the other hand on the ground, and pressed his eyes on the arm.

You could tell from the shrug of his shoulders that he was crying.

The noisy sounds of the extended consciousness were almost mixed with the ambient sounds, but she could still hear Li Shenghe's whimpering from these sounds.

He was lying on the ground, his face buried in his arms. His face was completely covered by his wide and scattered sleeves, leaving only the back of his head exposed.

Lin Jiaoyue heard a few vague words from his sobs.

It was very quiet and vague. If you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't tell whether it was crying or talking.

But even if I listened carefully, I couldn't understand what he was saying.

So Lin Jiaoyue took out the quietest one from a group of noisy spirits and came to Li Shenghe's mouth, trying to hear clearly what he was saying.

The consciousness slowly approached, and a few words were pieced together from the intermittent sobs.

He is saying——

sorry.

"I'm sorry, Yueyue..."

"……sorry."

"Do not be angry……"

"...Don't hate me."

"……OK."

"……Please."

Lin Jiaoyue restrained her expression, and her fake tears stopped instantly.

She stretched out her hand and touched his ear downwards, and sure enough, she touched a wet patch.

He cried, cried hard.

She raised his head with a little force on her hands.

Then she saw a frightened, pale face.

Li Shenghe looked at her, moved his lips, and uttered a few syllables.

"...Yueyue."

He originally had a thick layer of makeup on his face, but after crying, it rubbed onto his clothes. Now the makeup is gone, with patches of red and white on his face, and color on his clothes.

Lin Jiaoyue didn't speak, just stared at him.

One second...

Two seconds...

A long time passed, and Li Shenghe's expression gradually became frightened.

"...What's wrong, Yueyue?"

"……Are you still angry?"

Lin Jiaoyue remained silent and looked at him quietly.

Her pure black eyes reflected his embarrassed appearance at this time.

His clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, and his face was red and white, like a beggar crawling out of some dirty place.

……ugly.

……too ugly.

Li Shenghe let go of Lin Jiaoyue's hand as if it was being burned, and covered his face with his sleeves.

"……do not look."

"Don't look at Yueyue..."

He struggled to escape, but Lin Jiaoyue grabbed his clothes.

Lin Jiaoyue forcibly pulled him in front of her and opened his hand that was covering his face.

"...Yueyue."

Li Shenghe's eyes were red and he looked at her desperately.

"...It's so ugly, Yueyue, don't look at it, please, don't look at it, don't look at it..."

His hands struggled, as if trying to break free from her restraints and cover his face.

But he didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting Lin Jiaoyue, so Lin Jiaoyue just pulled lightly, which was too strong for Li Shenghe to break free.