Chapter 35: Does Jane Abhor Him Because He's Unclean?

  "Oh dear..." A soft, unfamiliar tingling sensation spread from her fingertips, accompanied by a strange itchiness. Jane let out an unaccustomed, plaintive cry, making a weird sound.

  Of course, she thought she was a soft girl anyway, and making sounds didn't seem very strange to her, although she rarely made such sounds in daily life.

  Well... it's just that the feeling in my hand is a bit strange.

  Jane frowned, looking at the one lying on the bed, with a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, still sucking her fingers, both hands wrapped like a beautiful zongzi, Shu Yu Dian.

  He thought for a moment, and it seemed that Brother Yu's behavior was like those rascals on TV, playing the rogue.

  She doesn't seem to have washed her hands yet, and there are many germs on them. Brother Yu is still ill, what if it gets serious again?

  And also later brother Wu still needs to take medicine, how unsanitary.

  "Uncle Yu, you... let go of my hand." Jane looked at him seriously and said righteously: "You can't be a rascal."

  Shu Yu's movements paused, he was flirting with her, and he thought he was being flirtatious.

  Alright, indeed playing hooligan.

  He yielded to Jane's words, releasing her fingers, and before leaving, he didn't forget to stretch out his hand again, ambiguously licking it.

  Jane's body shook slightly, and she looked at him strangely, withdrawing her fingers, a silver thread was pulled out of his mouth.

  "How dirty!" Jane frowned, her face expressionless, and quickly withdrew her hand with a hint of disgust.

  "…Jane Eyre despised him for being dirty?"

  Shu Yu's eyes slightly chilled, but only for a second, then lifted up her injured and accusing eyes at Jane.

  Jane Eyre didn't look at him, but stood up and took a handkerchief from the bedside table to wipe off the sparkling saliva on her fingers, then threw it away.

  She drew another card, helped Shu Yu wipe it clean, saw the injured look in his eyes, and thought it was the wound on his hand that hurt, worriedly saying: "Brother Yu, is your hand still hurting?"

  Shu Yu Temple raised his left hand, narrowing his long eyes to look at the annoying bow on the bandage on the back of his left hand.

  Raise right hand again, rotate 180 degrees, check and find that there is no damn butterfly knot mark on it.

  "What's wrong?" Jane Eyre looked at him with some concern.

  "MD." Shu Yu said a sentence of English letters in a low voice, and the thing on his left hand was definitely made by that dead guy, Ye Sen.

  His assistant did not dare to have any ulterior motives towards him.

  Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in Shu Yu's narrow and long eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a cold smile. You're really itching for a beating, aren't you?

  Standing on his own balcony looking gloomily at the night view outside, Yui Sora suddenly felt a chill on his back and an itch in his nose, and let out a sneeze.

  He rubbed his shoulders with his hands. It was already twelve o'clock now. Autumn nights were originally colder, and he thought it might be catching a chill.

  No need to think too much, just continue being a melancholic 'prince'.

  Jane Eyre looked at Shu Yu Dian and saw him lift his hands to examine them, thinking that his hand was in pain. She opened her mouth, about to show concern.

  "Brother Yu..." Shu Yu's demeanor suddenly changed, becoming terrifying and startling her.

  Blinked with some sleepy and swollen eyes, and began to associate in mind again.

  Was Yu Ge thinking of those who had harmed him, which is why he revealed such a terrifying and bloodthirsty expression?

  "Really?"

  At this time, Shu Yu's eyes had returned to normal.