I am born a beauty, and I am supreme

Chapter 99

"You...you're really honest."

"I've always been like this."

He suddenly frowned and asked hesitantly, "You just said that you would do whatever he asked you to do?"

“Yes, why not?” she said generously.

"You're so generous." Suddenly, a bitter taste filled my mouth.

"Thank you for the compliment."

The raindrops pattered against the umbrella.

Tang Leyan held the umbrella high, but the people next to her kept looking elsewhere. Although they were talking, they didn't even turn their heads to look at her.

She saw his indifferent expression, his ungrateful look as if he were treating her like a servant, and she felt resentful.

With a quick glance, she had an idea. The hand holding the umbrella slowly tilted to the side, and the umbrella silently left Chu Gexing's head, only covering Le Yan's head, leaving most of Chu Gexing's body exposed to the rain.

We walked like that for a long time.

Chu Gexing suddenly stopped.

Rain pelted his head, soaking his hair, which then slid down his temples.

Leyan had no choice but to stop as well.

Chu Gexing then turned his head.

Le Yan looked at him, whose body was half soaked, and thought to herself that he was really slow to realize it. How could he have walked so far before noticing? She hadn't expected to get him so wet, and she felt guilty. She could only cough and say, "Ah? You're wet. I'm so sorry, I didn't notice."

Chu Gexing stood coldly in the rain, neither speaking nor looking at her.

He exuded a cold and aloof aura. Although Le Yan was smiling, she was disturbed by his cold demeanor and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He hurriedly went back, handed him the umbrella, and shielded him from the rain.

He stood there, letting the rain stream down his face, his once beautiful face now expressionless, his eyelids drooping.

He looked like a bullied big child who stubbornly refused to beg for mercy.

Tang Leyan's heart stirred as she looked at the ground.

But she laughed bitterly, "You got soaked, couldn't you have said anything? Didn't you really feel anything?"

"Don't you feel anything?" Chu Gexing gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Le Yan retorted angrily, "Are you blaming me? I didn't do it on purpose!" Her voice rose.

Although she felt very guilty, because it was clearly something she did on purpose.

Suddenly, I felt afraid: What if he got angry and went back to tell Chu Zhen?

I couldn't help but feel uneasy.

However, since he didn't accuse her, she had no choice but to deny it.

Chu Gexing then turned his gaze to her face.

I don't know why. Perhaps it was because the rain had soaked his face or seeped into his eyes, but his usually bright and charming peach blossom eyes had taken on a misty, watery quality.

Le Yan glanced at it once, and her heart suddenly softened.

Forget it, why should I get angry with him?

This person is inherently temperamental.

Seeing him standing there motionless, soaked by the rain, he looked somewhat disheveled and pitiful.

She couldn't help but sigh: "Okay, okay, it was my fault, alright?"

As she spoke, she reached out, folded her left sleeve, and lifted it to wipe the raindrops from his forehead.

Chu Gexing was quite tall, so it was difficult for her to see clearly. She had to stand on her tiptoes slightly.

"Oh dear, you're all soaked. Look at our Gexing. We look so pitiful," she murmured. A warm breath brushed against his neck.

There was a hint of a smile on her face, because she thought of homeless stray dogs, who probably looked like this when they got wet—a little pitiful, yet also a bit of feigned fierceness.

Red sleeves gently wiped his forehead, then, little by little, carefully brushed across his eyebrows and eyes. They continued down his cheeks, slowly wiping down to his pointed chin.

The movements were extremely gentle.

Chu Gexing initially showed no reaction.

As she slowly brushed her hand down his neck, the embroidery on the edge of her red sleeve brushed against the slight protrusion beneath his neck.

He suddenly shuddered, as if avoiding a snake or scorpion, and abruptly retreated backward from behind the umbrella.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Le Yan missed her target.

Then the rain poured down on him from head to toe.

She couldn't see him clearly through the heavy rain. She only felt that his eyes were frighteningly bright, as if they had been washed clean.

She stamped her feet anxiously and rushed forward with her umbrella in hand. Her boot tip hit a hard rock protruding from the water, causing her to stumble.

He staggered forward, his umbrella teetering on the edge of his hand, about to fly away.

But at that moment, Chu Gexing flashed forward, took her hand holding the umbrella with one hand, and placed the other hand on her waist, holding it tightly.

Using the momentum of her forward run, Le Yan couldn't stop herself, and with his support, she couldn't help but crash into his arms.

He held her hand with the umbrella, and with the other hand he gripped her waist, so that her waist was close to his body, and her forehead was bumping against his chest.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, "That was close, that was close!" She hurriedly looked up, still somewhat shaken, and kept sighing.

But she met Chu Gexing's downcast gaze.

He was stunned.

Those eyes scrutinized her as if she were a complete stranger.

"What's wrong?" Le Yan blinked, raised her free left hand to brush the stray hairs from her forehead, and asked a little shyly, "Did you mess up your hair?"

That expression is so charming and innocent.

Chu Gexing frowned.

He stopped talking, simply released her hand, and said coldly, "No need to see me off."

With a flick of his sleeve, he turned and walked toward the door.

"Hey! Hey!"

Tang Leyan's voice came from behind.

This is a strange person, always doing strange things.

She looked at the large raindrops falling on the ground, finally frowned, stomped her foot, and chased after him.

I finally caught up with him just before he reached the door.

He forcefully shoved the umbrella into his hand: "Hold on tight, don't lose it!"

Ignoring his cold, hard expression, she shouted again, "This is my land, and I'm going to take it back another day!"

The Chu song goes unspoken.

She had already turned around, picked up her red sleeves to cover her head, and used her lightness skill to dash towards the mansion.

Chu Gexing stood there, stunned, holding the small green-boned umbrella in his hand.

----I don't want the land.

----You can take your things.

But I couldn't say those words.

Only after that red figure disappeared into the rain did Chu Gexing look up at the slender umbrella handle.

A hand reached out and touched the chest.

It hurts there.

From the beginning.

From the moment she bumped into me.

It was as if she used too much force and injured something there.

It was as if the force of her impact was so strange that it awakened something there.

This feeling is strange, but also painful, like a real internal injury, a dull ache.

Dragon and Tiger Fight in the Capital Chapter 117: The Child

It was only much later that Chu Gexing realized how similar he and Tang Leyan were. To a large extent, they shared similar temperaments, martial arts skills, ways of doing things, and even the same intense feelings of wanting to love. However, they were too close to the truth to see the truth. Back then, they were equally naive and ruthless, using the same methods to express their love in ways that were most unacceptable to each other.

Therefore, it seems inevitable that he would fall in love with her, or that things would develop to the point of almost getting out of control.

Because these two people share a subtle similarity that runs deep in their bones and blood.

And those dark things, like what she later resolutely said, "I am not a good person either," were things that Chu Zhen did not possess.

Or rather, it was something Chu Zhen was unwilling to do and had never been involved in.

Whether you say he was once bitten by a snake and is afraid of ropes for ten years, or that his heart is as calm as an ancient well, Chu Zhen's mind is not on romance or love.

His life was one of wielding great power, and every single day he could breathe, he dedicated himself to serving Shun.

One day is one day.

Without joy or sorrow, one has almost lost oneself.

That's why he stayed up all night for so long without sleep; he didn't consider himself a real person at all.

That is, until Tang Leyan appeared.

He just wanted to take care of this child.

The only warmth, or perhaps the least warmth, that existed in life emanated from him.

Although he underestimated the power of this "child," so powerful that he hardly needed anyone's protection.

But she was happy.

I almost wanted to embrace this protection wholeheartedly.