Chapter 1188 Yinger...

Irony, really too ironic.

Wen Xiaoai sat back under the shade of the tree weakly, with his back leaning against the tree trunk, feeling exhausted from body to heart.

"Give."

A hand was placed in front of her.

Wen Xiaoai looked down, but saw that Nie Jiuque was holding a handful of candy in his hand.

The candy paper is colorful and very beautiful.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the candy in his hand, but his mind was full of Jun Moyan, and his thoughts were in a trance for a moment.

She withdrew her gaze, looked elsewhere, then opened her mouth, and said weakly, "I don't eat candy."

She doesn't want candy, she doesn't want anything, she just wants Jun Moyan.

Nie Jiuque's hand holding Tang was visibly stiff.

"...Aren't you the one who likes sweets the most?"

His tone was as if he was sharing his favorite thing with his favorite person, but the other party didn't like it at all.

She clearly said that candy is her favorite food...why didn't she eat it again?

"How do you know I like candy?" Wen Xiaoai looked at him.

Resisting the urge to uncover his mask.

"... I guess, you girls should all like to eat sweets."

"I like to eat, but I only eat what Jun Moyan gives."

"..."

He silently withdrew his hand, looking at the handful of candy in his hand, he felt as if he had bitten through the gall.

Realizing that her refusal seemed to have hurt him, Wen Xiaoai pursed her lips slightly and looked at him.

"You... why are you always wearing a mask? Is your face hurt?"

Seeing that she was talking to him actively, Nie Jiuque suppressed those emotions.

Responding with a smile: "No, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"This face...is not mine."

At first glance, these words are inexplicably terrifying.

But Wen Xiaoai suddenly thought of it again, the demon king Nie Jiuque was reincarnated.

This face is naturally different from his previous life.

"Your eyes are very beautiful, and your face shouldn't be ugly, and even if you are ugly, so what, your body, hair and skin are affected by your parents. No matter how good-looking you are, it's just a skin. You just need to be good."

I always feel that the other party has been wearing a mask not for this reason.

"You're right." He smiled.

"Then... can you show me?"

She really wanted to see his face. Both Nie Jiuque in her dream and him in front of her at this moment gave her a familiar feeling.

"Not yet."

"Why 'yet'?"

Does it mean that it can't be done now, but can it be done in the future?

After pondering for a moment, Nie Jiuque said something wrong: "Your clothes look much better than that wedding dress."

"Hmph, it's fine if you don't show it."

Wen Xiaoai curled her lips, stopped looking at him, and closed her eyes while leaning against the tree trunk.

During the recent period, she always felt lack of energy, lack of energy to do anything, and always sleepy.

Nie Jiuque looked at Wen Xiaoai who was a little angry with him, and couldn't help but laugh.

He just sat there quietly, staring at her blankly.

The hot eyes lingered on her small and delicate face, from eyebrows, to nose, to lips...

It's been a long, long, long time, and he hasn't seen her like this.

"Ying'er..."

In a daze, he couldn't help murmuring.

Wen Xiaoai's eyelids moved slightly, and then opened them.

Nie Jiuque, who hadn't realized that he had lost his voice, saw Wen Xiaoai open his eyes, and suddenly realized what he had said.

"Are you calling me?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at him.

"..."

He didn't speak, just looked at her nervously.

No denial, no acknowledgment.