Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 179 I Just Want to Kiss You
Tan Jia finally returned home.

A shower washes away the dust and sweat, leaving me feeling refreshed, but soon after, hunger and drowsiness surge up like waves.

She went to the refrigerator to look for something to eat, and just as she squatted down and found a leftover "good meal made by her aunt" in the freezer, there was a knock on the door.

Lin Zhiyue opened the door and looked at her intently.

He must have just washed his hair; his soft, black bangs fell smoothly down, covering his eyebrows and making him look less angular.

"How do you always know I'm back so quickly?" she asked with a puzzled smile.

Lin Zhiyue pursed his lips, his gaze swept over the frozen food in her hand, and then returned to her face.

"Want to go eat? I made your favorite beef."

If there's hot food readily available, of course I'll go.

Tan Jia put the "prepared rice" back into the refrigerator and was about to leave when the person at the door remained motionless.

"What are you doing? Didn't you invite me over for dinner? Come on."

Lin Zhiyue stared straight at her, his gaze fixed on her lips.

“…Oh, I see, there’s a fee,” she chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve gone astray.”

“It’s not about the cost,” Lin Zhiyue said softly, showing basic emotional intelligence. “I just really want to kiss you.”

They haven't spoken more than three words to each other for days.

Tan Jia's eyes flickered, and she tapped her lips with her finger: "Okay."

She didn't mind being affectionate in public; in fact, when Lin Zhiyue kissed her, she would wrap her arms around his neck and move his hot hand away from her lower back.

The aunt next door had finished cooking but hadn't seen anyone come back. She peeked out the door and saw the two of them kissing passionately, so she quickly shrank back.

Tan Jia saw it all, and smiled vaguely as he kissed her.

By the time I sat down at the next table, more than ten minutes had passed.

Two more dishes were added to the table: tender beef and scrambled eggs that looked delicious and appealing, and tomato and beef stew with a sweet and sour aroma that made your mouth water just by looking at it.

"This is a feast, thank you, Auntie." Tan Jia could only say these words before her chopsticks were already dipping into the dishes.

She put the beef in her mouth and squinted her eyes to enjoy it: "Delicious, much better than the late-night snacks my brother buys."

After all, that late-night snack consisted of instant noodles, a braised egg, and a sausage, with the sausage being a generous gift from Zheng Yan.

Lin Zhiyue picked up food and put it on the plate next to her, his eyes following her every movement as she ate, while his own rice got cold and he didn't eat more than a few bites.

"Are you very tired?" he asked after she had finished eating.

“There’s one thing, the case is very complicated,” Tan Jia said, yawning, “and we’ve also met someone who looks a bit like you.”

He frowned.

It's obvious that they don't like this way of speaking.

"Okay, not really. He's a pervert, you're not that far off yet."

His brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again.

Tan Jia chuckled, nearly choking on his soup.

After she had eaten and drunk her fill, she planned to go back to sleep, but Lin Zhiyue's eyes were fixed on her, as if silently trying to persuade her to stay.

She stopped and gave him three seconds, at which point Lin Zhiyue extended a second invitation.

"I've been practicing dough sculpting lately, and you told me to teach you last time..."

He initially thought it was an excuse, but then he pointed to the coffee table in the living room, where there were actually many tools and rough works of art. Tan Jia walked over, picked up a small clay zombie, and looked at it: "It's exactly the same as the one I made."

It's the zombie from the Plants vs. Zombies scene that I made with that chubby kid in the small group class before. I even replicated the deformed head that she made in a hurry.

“You showed me what you made last time,” Lin Zhiyue said, pulling her hand to sit down on the sofa.

"Your visual ability is really useful."

Having come this far, it was only natural for her to stay and curl up on the sofa to teach her apprentice. The two were evenly matched, one daring to teach and the other daring to learn.

The dishwashing lady and the bodyguard standing in the corner were watching them out of the corner of their eyes, wondering in their hearts how this high-sounding reason would turn into a love talk at any minute.

As they waited and waited, the teacher who taught dough sculpting fell asleep.

Tan Jia was exhausted these past few days. After eating and drinking her fill, she was so sleepy that she couldn't stop herself. She lazily leaned back on the sofa and started kneading dough. As she was kneading, the dough fell to the ground, and she closed her eyes and knew nothing more.

Lin Zhiyue picked up the dough, turned his head, and stared at the person quietly.

He stood motionless for a long time, so long that even the bodyguard who was secretly observing him felt it was a bit abnormal, before he seemed to be startled by the slight sound of the automatic dishwasher in the kitchen and moved slightly.

Then he reached out and pulled the person into his arms. The movement was gentle, but it was not a simple hug. He lowered his head and buried it in Tan Jia's neck, wrapping his arms around Tan Jia's body, as if trying to shrink his own size, so that the two of them would become two inlaid roots.

Satisfied with the current position and intimacy, he closed his eyes, leaving only the corner of his lips unconsciously brushing against Tan Jia's neck.

……

An Hong landed in Jiujiang with her nephew and niece and immediately sent a message to her son.

As always, there was no reply.

But she was used to it. Even after getting into the car, she was still instructing her nephew and his family: "Don't talk loudly when we get there. Xiao Yue doesn't like noise. Don't touch his things without permission, and don't point at him without his permission. If he doesn't talk or talks rudely, don't mind. That's just his temper..."

They were all relatives and basically knew about Lin Zhiyue's situation. The two young people quickly nodded to indicate that they understood.

"But Auntie, if you send him here for treatment, won't his condition just get worse?"

This is where he had his accident back then.

An Hong was much more at ease than before: "After the murderer was sentenced to death, he was less averse to this place. Besides, there's someone here who can help."

"Who is it? Can the psychologists here compare to those in Shanghai?"

"She's not a psychologist... well, you could call her one, but Xiao Yue probably considers her a friend. They live on the same floor now, so don't be surprised if you see her later."

Friend? The two exchanged a glance. Was it the friend that people were talking about back in Haicheng, saying was the friend of the Powerpuff Girls?

I heard she's a really cool girl.

An Hong had no idea about all the gossip; she just kept emphasizing that when they met the person, they shouldn't make a fuss or speak loudly, and it would be best to meet them quietly.

Upon arriving at their destination, An Hong called her bodyguard to open the door, led the people inside, and softly called out, "Xiao Yue..."

Before the second shout could even be uttered, the three people braked suddenly and stopped three meters in front of the sofa.

Three gasps rang out simultaneously.

Lin Zhiyue lifted his head from Tan Jia's neck, opened his eyes, and calmly met the gazes of his three dumbfounded and astonished relatives.

Then he held up a finger to his lips, signaling them to be quiet.

Then she lowered her head again, pressed her cheek against Tan Jia's without making a sound.

An Qinyuan gasped: Auntie, this is the friend you were talking about? This is clearly a girlfriend!
Lin Zhiyan opened her eyes wide: Are we going to stay in this position until that girl wakes up? She looks like she's sleeping very well.

(End of this chapter)