He stared at the appearance of the bracelet as if he was staring at a murderer who killed his father.
I was dumbfounded immediately.
Did he cry?
No way? Did he get moved to tears just by me hugging him like this?
Axiu's sudden tears made me a little confused, and I felt helpless for a moment. I wanted him to sit up, but I didn't dare to touch him. I wanted him to stop crying, but I didn't know what to say.
Help! I can count on one hand the number of times I have comforted others in my life. When I was studying, I had a roommate who broke up, and there were only two of us in the dormitory. But she would rather cry and hit the wall against the snow-white wall than let me comfort her.
I completely lack the skill of "how to comfort others".
After hesitating for a long time, I raised my hand that was about to move away again and patted his back again and again.
I felt like a mechanical fortune cat in a store, swinging my arms with the same unchanging frequency and speed, extremely stiff.
Axiu took off his own T-shirt, and his palm was directly attached to his tight back. With every breath, he could feel the contraction and relaxation of his muscles. There were also many wounds on his back, and the scars that had scabbed over looked ferocious and felt rough to the touch. Because of his posture, the protruding vertebrae were a bit uncomfortable to touch. He quietly shed tears without making a sound. If I couldn't feel his eyes blinking from time to time, I would have thought he was asleep.
I looked down at his furry head and felt a mix of emotions.
A person who was almost standing at the top of the imperial pyramid had fallen into the mud so miserably. Now, he seemed so normal and unaffected, I couldn't help but admire Bu Huaiyuan's strong will.
Although I had confirmed Axiu's true identity from Lin Qingshu, I had no intention of directly exposing him.
If I were Bu Huaiyuan, after experiencing such humiliating torture, I would rather have everyone believe that I had already sacrificed myself on the battlefield than live on with such a broken body. I don't think Axiu would want me to know his true identity, but rather, he hopes that I will treat him as an ordinary omega who has been played with.
The dampness on my shoulder had dissipated, and the arm that Axiu was pressing on had started to numb. I sighed, unsure if I should speak up and help him sit up.
I was worried that if he lifted his head and revealed his tearful face, I wouldn't be able to handle it.
Fortunately, before my arm was completely numb, Axiu lowered his head and backed away calmly. He seemed normal and polite, even apologizing softly for getting my clothes wet.
I frowned, unable to understand why this person felt embarrassed about everything. With just a few tears, his clothes would dry without even needing the wind to blow them. Was that really worth an apology?
But that didn't matter. I didn't say anything, just carefully looked at his face. He had no expression on his face, looked dull, and his eyes were not even red. If it weren't for the slight traces of moisture in his eyes, I would have suspected that it wasn't his tears that wet my shoulder.
I have been too tolerant and accommodating to Axiu. He put on a look that he didn't want anyone to peek into his vulnerable heart, and I went along with it and changed the subject: "Okay? Then can you help me bring that box over? My arm is sore and I can't lift it."
Axiu paused, glanced over where he had just leaned, and quickly looked away.
". . . Okay."
I thought I understood his personality now and interpreted it as Axiu being shy, concluding that he really had thin skin.
Axiu stood up straight, put on his t-shirt again, got off the couch, and walked to the door to pick up the gift box that he had thrown on the ground.
I sat cross-legged on the couch, leaning against a cushion, feeling lazy and not wanting to move, so I let him open it directly.
The gift that Lin Qingshu forced me to accept was beautifully packaged, with pearl-like ribbons crisscrossing and winding around several times. The bow on top was just a decoration and couldn't be untied at all.
Perhaps because it looked too much like a gift from someone else, Axiu held the box and tried hard to open it without damaging the pretty packaging. He studied it with concentration, his brow unconsciously furrowed, and with that face, he was simply charming.
Even though it was my thing, I held my chin and admired his focused work as if it had nothing to do with me. It wasn't until Axiu failed again that I slowly spoke up: "You don't have to be so careful, just use a knife to cut it open. It's not something very important anyway." "231," I raised my hand and called the robot over, "give him the scissors."
With the scissors, unpacking became a very easy task. Axiu quickly peeled the box clean and then handed it to me without any curiosity.
"Don't you want to know what's inside?"
He shook his head, "It's not good to look at gifts from others first."
Tsk.
I reached out and took the box, not thinking much about it, and without any intention of avoiding Axiu, I placed it on my lap and opened the lid directly.
The living room was bright and well-lit, and the contents of the gift box were exposed in front of me and Axiu's eyes.
In the instant I saw what was inside, I took a deep breath, my heart racing, and then with lightning speed, I slammed the lid shut with a loud bang.
I looked up at Axiu, his face full of disbelief, and his complexion that had just recovered became extremely ugly in this short second.
"What is this? Who gave it to you?" He asked me hoarsely, his voice trembling.
To be continued." . . . a colleague." I tried to hide the box behind me, attempting to brush it off.
But Axiu quickly reached out, persistent, tightly gripping the box, his nails leaving deep marks from the force. He trembled slightly, his face almost contorted, and I could almost hear his teeth grinding against each other.
"Tell me!" Axiu suddenly turned his head to stare at me, his voice rough and dry as if containing coarse sand. His gaze was even more fierce than when I saw him in the alley, with a strong and forceful pressure that pushed straight towards me. I instinctively held my breath and widened my eyes.
"Who gave this to you!"
"Where did you get it from- cough, cough!" His voice suddenly became hoarse and he started coughing hard.
Startled, I quickly regained my senses, threw the box onto the sofa, and stood up to pat his back, trying to help him breathe.
"Don't, don't get so worked up." He had me stuttering in fear. I hadn't forgotten his previous violent coughing fit, I couldn't let it happen again, could I?
I tried to help Axiu to the sofa, but he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go, his veins bulging on the back of his hand as he painfully swallowed his cough.
Axiu was visibly restless, like a trapped animal, hunched over and unable to escape.
I tentatively released pheromones to calm him down, while quickly explaining, "It really was a gift from a colleague! Our company is already in the business of mining crystal energy, and now we're researching mecha. He probably got the meteorite crystal gold from somewhere and made it into a bracelet to give to me!"I paused for a moment, hastily patched up my explanation: "This kind of metal is hard and shiny, and people have long wanted to use it in the field of jewelry. He definitely didn't come up with the idea on his own."
As I spoke, I opened the box again and took out the black and glossy chain that was rolled up three times to look like a bracelet, which was placed in the center of a pile of soft sponge grass. I put it on my wrist haphazardly.
The material of the meteorite crystal gold is really special. It feels both soft and hard. This is the first time I have touched it directly. This metal is expensive, and even ordinary mechs are not willing to use it in large quantities. The person who made this chain is obviously extremely extravagant.
I didn't care at all about how rare and magical the thing in my hand was. I had already cursed Lin Qingshu in my heart.
What a crappy bracelet! Even if he disguised it well, I could still tell. This is clearly the same chain that was on Axiu in the photo!
He said I would definitely like it. It's ridiculous! He's so ridiculous that it's beyond words!
I was so angry that I wanted to drag him out and tear him apart!
But I couldn't.
I still had to consider Axiu's feelings.
I don't know if he believed my explanation or was soothed by my pheromones, but Axiu calmed down a bit. He let go of my hand, but his gaze was still fixed on the chain. I rubbed the red marks on my hand that he had scratched, coughed lightly, not wanting to arouse his suspicion, so I put on a nonchalant and curious look and asked him, "What's wrong with this bracelet? Why did you react so strongly?"
I watched him move his lips, my heart hanging high, with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
But Axiu lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, not saying the last word.
This made me. . .
This made me a little disappointed, but it was also expected.
"It's late, if there's nothing else, let's go to bed." I instructed 231 to make the sofa bed, then hugged the box and prepared to go back to the bedroom.
Just a few steps out, Axiu suddenly called me back.
"?" I turned around.
His face was gloomy, as if he had made a very difficult decision: "I can't say it now, but. . ."
"Can you give me that bracelet?"I looked at him for a while, and it was obvious that Axiuming was uneasy, nervously pinching his fingertips.
"Okay." I nodded and decisively took off my bracelet, throwing it directly into his arms. Axiu instinctively caught it, and then showed a fleeting expression of disgust.
He stared at the bracelet as if he was staring at someone who had killed his father.
I pretended not to notice his abnormality and calmly said goodnight to him.
Back in my room, I immediately gritted my teeth and pulled up my computer, only to find that the person I was looking for had sent a message fifteen minutes ago.
Ha, he still dares to message me???
I suppressed the urge to block him directly and opened the message with a gloomy face.
[Xiaolin: Sister Yu, have you opened it? Do you like it?]
[Xiaolin: I told you this gift can only be given to you ^-^]
Author's note: Xiao Yu: Assassinating Lin Qingshu overnight.
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