#38

"If you don't like Langdon, what about me?"

This sudden question obviously made the boy stunned, and even the tears in his eyes stopped.

Chris looked at the green eyes and asked softly: "Do you like me?"

The young man undoubtedly has a very outstanding appearance.

The silver eyes hidden under the lens have always been filled with inviolable coldness and alienation, but at this moment, all the coldness and alienation have disappeared, leaving only her shadow.

Tang Jin's lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

It seemed like a guess was created, but I was not sure if that guess was true...

After a while, she seemed to have found a reasonable explanation for herself: "You... do you think I'm bad?"

Chris didn't realize what she meant for a moment, and only heard her say:

"You are pretty and strong, or... I'm just a criminal... Not only can I not protect you, but I also need other people's protection..."

As she said that, her nose turned red again and tears filled her eyes: "I know that Afa like me is not liked at all, it is weak and useless..."

The boy's voice was scattered, with a nasal sound, "It's right for you to dislike me, I'm not worthy of you at all..."

She wiped her red eyes and said, "I won't let people know what happened that day... I won't like you anymore, you don't have to worry..."

She thought that Chris asked that question because she was worried that she would fall in love with her and that she would be embarrassed about what happened to her and that day.

Her voice was already a little hoarse. She probably had the grievances of the past two days of imprisonment. She also felt a deep disgust for herself in her green eyes, and her head slowly lowered.

A piece of Chris' heart sank silently.

The sunken part does not contain a trace of coldness or hardness, but only warmth and softness.

Because this area needs to be left with a delicate and fragile boy.

Chris knew he was doing something irrational, but he did it anyway.

He looked at the inferiority complex that appeared in his green eyes, bent down slightly, and hugged her.

The boy's body was soft and thin. When he hugged him, he felt as if he was hugging a very light doll, which was so light that it made people feel a little distressed.

"I didn't dislike you."

The young man's voice was low and clear, and it sounded gently in her ears: "I like you."

The boy was suddenly hugged by him and was at a loss for a moment. After hearing the young man's words, he froze.

I don’t know how long it took, Chris let go of his hand slightly, looked at her again with silver eyes, and asked softly for a while, "Can you continue to like me?"

The pair of silver eyes stared at her quietly, with thin lips pursed, with some tension and expectation that he had not noticed himself.

Tang Jin was stiff all over, and his green eyes were also looking at Chris with a stiff look, as if he was completely speechless.

After a while, Chris couldn't help pinching his fingertips gently, and there was a little more nervousness in his voice: "Is it okay?"

Is he still late? Chris's hand tighter and his silver eyes couldn't help but hang down.

"Yes, yes." The boy's panic voice interrupted his thoughts.

Chris paused, looked up again.

The boy's fair cheeks suddenly became pink, and she replied blankly, "Yes..."

After the weak boy reacted, the tears in his eyes did not flow anymore. Under his gaze, the dizziness on his face became heavier and heavier.

"Do you like me?"

The boy looked at him with nervousness and cautiously, still unable to believe what he had just heard.

"Hmm." Chris didn't know what the others were like. Maybe it was because of a complicated inner emotion, so he didn't realize it, but now, he couldn't control himself with more...

The young man's long eyelashes drooped, and there was a little unnatural on the cold beauty's face, "I like you."

Being trapped in the softness of a boy, ashamed of his indifference to a boy, pitying his experience of a boy, and wanting to protect the simplicity of a boy, all kinds of emotions become likes when they become entangled.

The boy's beautiful green eyes couldn't help but bend, like crescent moons, showing happiness and smile.

She couldn't help but bend her lips, and said shyly but bluntly: "I like you too."

Chris' heartbeat is gradually accelerating.

Driven by a strange emotion, the phoenix eyes that have always been cold and cold are slightly bent.

Tang Jin looked at him and murmured: "Can you not wear glasses?"

Chris was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he reached out and took off his glasses.

The glasses with silver edges were taken off by the young man's slender fingers, and the long and dense eye feathers fell slightly and were lifted up again.

When Chris raised his eyes again, he saw that the boy, who was originally slightly pink, had two red clouds hanging on his cheeks.

Chris couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"...No." Tang Jin lowered his eyes and his voice was soft, "I just think... you really look good..."

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a little pink rose on his white face.

Tang Jin's eyebrows moved slightly, but his emotions quickly disappeared.

She seemed to have reacted and held her wrist and hissed softly.

Chris listened to the sound, looked at her subconsciously, and looked at her wrists along her gaze.

There were still red marks on the slender wrist.

Chris frowned, with an extra apology in his eyes, "Sorry."

He walked to the desk and took out a box of ointment from the drawer, "I'll apply medicine to you. Can you?"

Tang Jin glanced at him, then said softly, "Oh".

The black gloves were taken off, and the young man dipped some ointment with his fingers, applied it to her wrist, and then gently massaged it.

Although it seemed that the stage of mutual communication had just begun, the two were a little embarrassed, and they didn't know what to say.

Chris himself is not a talker, and the teenager is introverted and doesn't seem to like to talk much.

Chris gently rubbed the ointment into his skin, but couldn't help but think of the scene of the boy laughing and fighting with Langdon as he had seen on the surveillance.

And with Landon...

Even if the boy just treats Langdon as his friend, Langdon...they are very compatible, unlike him...

A young and gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Your hands..."

Christ paused and looked over.

The boy was looking at his hands seriously, his green eyes full of appreciation.

Detecting his gaze, Tang Jin looked up at him, his red eyes slightly bent, "Very beautiful."

Chris couldn't help but curl up his fingers, and after a while, he said stiffly: "Thank you..."

The boy met his gaze, his cheeks turned a little red, and he slightly avoided his gaze.

Her reaction made Chris avoid his gaze and felt a little embarrassed. He lowered his eyes and quietly helped Tang Jin apply medicine.

The ointment is very effective. After applying it to your wrist and then gently pressing it, it will be quickly absorbed by the skin, and the red marks gradually dissipate.

In fact, the boy's hands were also very beautiful, but when applying the medicine, Chris noticed several small wounds on her fingers, as if she had accidentally scratched them.

The boy's current job should be to clean. With Ethan, he wouldn't be too tired. Moreover, in prison, every prisoner has to work, and it is common for him to get an occasional injury to his hands...
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