Under the moonlight

Chapter 146 You Are Special

Li Shuo felt that Jiang Ying seemed to have lost her soul. Could it be that calling her "soul" three times earlier didn't work? Then how should he call her? Li Shuo grabbed a towel and haphazardly dried his hair, feeling increasingly irritable.

"Boom, boom"

"Who is it?" Hearing the knock, Li Shuo called out irritably, then opened the door. "What do you want?" Huang Meng, standing at the door, looked at the annoyed Li Shuo and laughed in exasperation: "Big brother, I didn't do anything to you!"

"Oh, it's nothing, what's wrong?" Li Shuo said casually.

"Is Jiang Ying alright?" Huang Meng waited in the room for ten minutes but no one knocked on the door. She was worried that Jiang Ying was still taking a shower and it would be inconvenient to knock suddenly, so she came to ask Li Shuo.

"Well, something happened, but it's not exactly that. It's just that, do you remember when we were little, the chubby little neighbor of mine was so scared that he lost his soul? What did the old folks do for him?" Li Shuo suddenly perked up and quickly said.

"What kind of practice is that? It's called 'calling back the soul,' which means that if a child is too young and cries a lot at night, they call it 'calling back the soul.' But that's all old-fashioned feudalism. You still believe in that?" Huang Meng gave him a disdainful look.

"No, what do you mean by believing or not? If you believe, it exists; if you are sincere, it will work. Tell me how to do it."

"Well, it seems like he was holding her, and then his hand reached out from the ground and lifted her up, and then he said his name and added it back, something like that," Huang Meng said, frowning and thinking for a while.

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Li Shuo said as he knocked on Jiang Ying's door.

Huang Meng quickly grabbed him, "What are you doing? She might still be taking a shower. Wait a minute."

"How long has it been? Are you still not done washing?" Li Shuo asked, puzzled. However, the corridor was too narrow. He had long legs and arms. Huang Meng could grab his arm on one side, but she couldn't stop him from knocking on Jiang Ying's door with his other hand.

"You, you, what's wrong?" Jiang Ying draped the towel over her head. She had thought it would be Huang Meng, but it was Li Shuo standing in a strange posture. Huang Meng was pulling him forcefully from behind.

"Ah, Jiang Ying, you're all better?" Huang Meng said somewhat awkwardly. Seeing Jiang Ying's questioning gaze fixed on her hand that was holding Li Shuo, she quickly let go.

"Ah, ah!"

As Huang Meng let go, Li Shuo seemed to finally break free of his restraints, his body suddenly leaning forward. Jiang Ying, curious as to why Huang Meng was holding Li Shuo's hand, leaned her upper body out of the doorway. As a result, as soon as Li Shuo stood still, he stomped hard on Jiang Ying's foot. Jiang Ying instinctively lowered her head, and Li Shuo's nose bumped into the top of her head, resulting in two gasps, first from Jiang Ying, then from Li Shuo.

"Are you... alright?" Huang Meng asked cautiously, looking at Jiang Ying, who was leaning against the door frame with her face scrunched up, and Li Shuo, who was painfully covering his nose.

"Thank goodness, it's a nose that's inherited from my ancestors. Are you alright, your foot?" Li Shuo looked at Jiang Ying, who was still not recovered. He knew that he was a bit heavy for her, so he quickly bent down to check her complexion.

"It's alright, it's a family heirloom, it won't break from just one step." Jiang Ying mimicked his tone, and even raised her eyebrows at him after speaking, adding a touch of playfulness and liveliness to her.

Huang Meng watched with great interest. She couldn't be sure about Jiang Ying, but she knew Li Shuo well. For his own parents to doubt his sexual orientation, it was clear that he usually maintained strict boundaries in his interactions with girls. However, since coming here, he had been like a peacock, always trying to provoke Jiang Ying and making no attempt to hide his concern for her.

Huang Meng coughed softly, "Okay, you guys chat first, I'm going back to my room to rest for a while." After saying that, she turned around and slipped into her room, gently closing the door behind her.

"Hmm, it seems that stepping on her was quite effective; she looks much better than before." Li Shuo crossed his arms and smiled as he looked at Jiang Ying, his gaze fixed on her.

"Tch, you have the nerve to say that? I'm in pain!" Jiang Ying rolled her eyes at him, then limped into the house.

"Hehe, anyway, she doesn't look as listless as before, that's good." Li Shuo entered the room quite naturally and plopped down on the edge of her bed.

"Sit here," Jiang Ying said, pointing to the stool next to the desk, noticing that the bedside was already mostly occupied by his figure.

"What, you're disgusted with me?" Li Shuo looked up at her, a smile in his eyes.

"Mm." Jiang Ying didn't stand on ceremony and said directly. That's just how she is. Unlike other girls who are delicate and soft, she says what she thinks. Whether it's work or social interactions, she's always straightforward.

Li Shuo was amused by her reaction. A girl could still give a serious explanation in the face of his witty remark. Seeing her extremely serious eyes, he knew she wasn't joking with him, so he lifted his butt and moved to a chair next to him.

"How are you? Does it still hurt?" Seeing that she was still walking a little awkwardly, Li Shuo looked at her feet and asked.

"I'm much better, I'm fine," Jiang Ying replied earnestly.

Although he has clear boundaries between men and women, there are at least five or six girls who throw themselves at him, and among those he usually comes into contact with, she really does seem different to him.

"I think you're very special." Thinking that to himself, he said it directly. Unlike Jiang Ying's directness, his directness always made her heart race and a blush instantly spread across her cheeks. She looked up and saw him sitting with his back to the light, as if he had melted into the light. Only his eyes were sincere and genuine.