Jiang He went back to her room.
She closed the door and sat on the bed. She didn't hug the heat pack but just sat on the edge of the bed, looking out of the window and lost in thought.
She was caught off guard.
She had sensed that something was wrong with Xu Qing and observed him secretly to see if he had misunderstood something. Later, when she saw that he was trying to dispel the information gap between the two of them and really wanted to help her understand this place, she suppressed her thoughts.
But today, he suddenly confessed?
The reversal was too fast.
If she liked him, she liked him openly. If she didn't like him, she left openly … It had nothing to do with kindness.
The point was that she didn't think about it.
Some time ago, when she felt guilty, she even considered sneaking away …
She didn't understand why she wanted to sneak away.
Now that she thought about it, it seemed that it was because he was her benefactor and had been helping her?
Jiang He felt a little ashamed at the thought of this. It was wrong to have thoughts about her benefactor that she shouldn't have.
… Wait, wasn't this what Xu Qing said just now?
Raising her hand to touch the stray hair beside her ear, Jiang He's expression became solemn.
So it was this place that was wrong.
…
…
In the living room.
Xu Qing was still sitting there with his hands crossed behind his head, leaning against the sofa and looking at the ceiling.
He could definitely lie to her about liking him, but that wouldn't work.
His original plan was to take it slow and wait for her to familiarize herself with this place before considering other things.
But why didn't he control his claws?!
Jiang He wanted to sneak away the last time. If he didn't explain it now, she would most likely sneak away after thinking it through. So Xu Qing could only explain it to her.
Laying everything out clearly like this, regardless of whether she stayed or left, was better than her slowly realizing her own thoughts and choosing a dark and windy night to bring her little bag and sword out to the ends of the world.
Even if she insisted on leaving, he could arrange a place for her to stay. Otherwise, she wouldn't even have a place to stay outside. She would have to jump on roofs and vault over walls to sleep in the wind.
Now, everywhere was reinforced concrete. She might starve after taking a few steps out of the door.
So he went up.
He had to make Jiang He distinguish between kindness and affection. The two could not be discussed in the same sentence. He had to make it clear. Otherwise, she would keep the kindness in her heart and think about useless things every day. Slowly, it would change.
Was Xu Qing lying?
No.
However, there was no logic in liking someone. Reasoning was the biggest joke.
Unfortunately, Jiang He just lacked a reason. Because his little head had always been thinking about kindness, he could only reason with her. Otherwise, it would always be a thorn in his side.
If he liked her, he liked her. If he didn't like her, he would lick her until she liked him. If he didn't even know how to lick her, how could he be called liking her?
Chi!
Of course, that would have to wait until she had thought things through and completely repaid the debt of gratitude, or tossed it aside, and then think of a way to lick her. Otherwise, she would still be in a daze right now. That wasn't licking, that was cheating.
Return what should be returned, thank what should be thanked, like what should be liked, and dislike what should be disliked.
At that time, if she really didn't have feelings for him and didn't like him, then he would admit it. His liking was unreasonable. She didn't need to be reasonable either. Xu Qing was very clear about this.
If that was the case, it would be good to have liked this matter and treat it as a beautiful memory. However, it wouldn't work if the kindness became a barrier.
They had been quite happy living together for the past few months.
The afternoon sun shone into the living room and shone on one side of Xu Qing's face. He moved his head and looked sideways at the door of Jiang He's room. There was still no movement.
Leave? Stay?
He didn't know what she was thinking. It was most likely that she wanted to leave …
He sighed softly, leaving only a sense of loss.
White Gourd walked around the table and jumped lightly to the sofa beside him. She lay down and lay under the small patch of sunlight that came in through the window. She closed her eyes lazily and wagged her tail to sweep over Xu Qing's legs.
It wasn't until dusk when the door to Jiang He's room opened with a squeak. She walked out with a sullen face and stole a glance at Xu Qing from the corner of her eyes before walking straight into the kitchen.
？？
Hearing the movement, Xu Qing, who had his head tilted to the side, was stunned for a moment. He looked at her back view as she walked into the kitchen with the cotton slippers in her hands. He felt as though his surroundings had lit up.
"You've thought it through?" He leaned against the kitchen door and watched Jiang He put on the apron.
"Thought, thought through what?" Jiang He tilted her head to avoid his gaze.
"What were you thinking about when you were in there for so long?"
"I took a nap."
"…"
Xu Qing froze. "You took a nap the entire afternoon?"
"Well, yes …"
She put on the apron and lowered her head to think for a moment. Then she raised her head and looked at Xu Qing seriously. "What you said makes sense. Kindness is kindness, but happiness … these two are not the same thing. So you can … you can have a good impression of me, but you can't lick me."
"Well, I won't lick you." Xu Qing looked at her expression and resisted the urge to pinch her cheeks.
She looked a little cute.
"You're also not allowed to do anything overboard, such as what I did just now." Jiang He gestured to brush her hair.
"Well, I won't do it."
"You asked me to leave, but I didn't. I stayed. Now that I've left, I've let you down. I'll try my best to repay you, and then … and then …"
Jiang He puffed twice, and the tips of her ears were red. "And then … and then … we'll talk about it in the future."
"Talk about it in the future?" Xu Qing's expression was a little strange.
"Talk about it in the future." Jiang He nodded vigorously.
"Okay, then we'll talk about it in the future."
Xu Qing leaned against the door and didn't move. He changed the topic and said, "If I do that again, you can hit me … as long as you don't kill me. I'm very weak. Be gentle. Anyway, don't say anything about leaving …"
"I can't hit you." Jiang He shook his head.
"Then why did you clench your fists just now?"
"I was just thinking."
"…"
Well, he still wanted to hit me. This guy was most used to violence.
The kitchen knife collided with the chopping board, making a "Duk Duk Duk" sound. Jiang He finished cutting half of the vegetable and turned his head to look at Xu Qing who was still at the door. "Why are you still here?"
"I'll take a look."
"Don't disturb me when I'm cooking."
"I'm disturbing you by standing here?" Xu Qing shrugged, but he didn't move. He still leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and changed the topic. "Can you distinguish between kindness and affection?"
"Well?"
"It's normal for you to be grateful to me for helping you. But gratitude and affection are two different things. I'm afraid you'll confuse them." He explained, "If I don't have affection for you, but I'm grateful and you misunderstand it as affection, then it's no different from me lying to you."
"I don't like you!" Jiang He's voice was loud.
"Okay, okay, I'm just asking if you can distinguish between affection and affection. Why are you so loud …"
Xu Qing wanted to laugh. It was a textbook case of a guilty conscience.
"I'm not loud." Jiang He denied and hesitated for a moment before asking, "How do we divide it?"
"I'll teach you?"
"Okay."
"Then let's make it clear first. Don't hit me, and don't say anything about leaving. This is just a normal demonstration. See if you like it."
"I don't." Jiang He retorted. After a pause, she said, "You demonstrate."
"Then don't move. Just like this, don't move … It's just a test."
Xu Qing said as he walked into the kitchen. He reached out his hand from behind Jiang He and gently held her in his arms. He felt the warmth of her sweater.
The faint fragrance of shampoo on her hair entered his nose. He sniffed it carefully.
"How do you feel?"
"No, I don't feel anything."
Jiang He froze in front of the chopping board. She was at a loss and her heart beat faster.
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