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Martial King s Retired Life Volume 11 Chapter 119 Wiping Away Tears

Author:Lee Taibai Category:urban Update time:2022-09-13 02:54:47

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Shen Yiren stared at Ming Feizhens smile for a long, long time. Just as Ming Suwen said, he never mentioned a word of what happened, punctuating his job with a smile. Had she not found him, he really mightve just sat there and healed himself, then reappeared with his usual smile.

Is this how you always do things Have you always been carrying weights we dont know about How many times have you suffered like this Nobody knows what you did. Nobody will be grateful. Nobody will care about you. As a matter of fact, they will complain, misunderstand and belittle you. How many scars lie underneath that smile How many of them are still leaking blood

“Boss… youre crying.”

“Am not.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

“… Roger that. Are you going to wipe them Your face is going to look filthy.”

Shen Yirens tears wouldnt relent, but she ignored them. “Im crying on behalf of someone because he cant cry. Im not upset. Im ticked off. Im disillusioned with myself. Why am I so useless Why cant I be of any help Im mad at myself for being ignorant. I demanded you be honest with me when I dont even know what youre hiding from me.”

A maiden crying with a piercing gaze whilst going off wasnt a sight often seen.

“You piss me off even more, you jerk! I dont even know how you got through those seventeen days. Were you ready to die Shifu Luo Ming isnt dead. Martial Paragon isnt dead. Abels and Patriarch Moyan arent dead, either. You were planning to be a martyr from the very beginning, werent you What was on your mind when you went to talk to them

“When you visited Tang Ye and Su Xiao, were you planning to see them one last time You refused to see Sister Suwen because you didnt want her to see through your front. You… You didnt even give me a heads up. Am I that unimportant to you”

As soon as Ming Feizhen stretched his hand out toward her, Shen Yiren dodged it. “Dont touch me! Why cant you be more considerate to yourself Are you someone who deserves to die Why dont you live for yourself more Do you know people will be sad if you die Do you know people will shed tears if you die”

Shen Yirens crying hindered her attempts to speak further. Ming Feizhen could only look at her, taken aback. Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around her waist. Tired she may have been, but there was no way he couldve pulled her in with such weak arms, yet her body gently leaned onto his involuntarily.

Mayhap she didnt care; mayhap she didnt realise. Either way, she buried her face in his chest, still crying, still mumbling, “Jerk, jerk…” until her voice was too soft to be audible. Only after her crying cease did it dawn on her they were close enough to be welded together. Thus, she figuratively pulled herself out. She was hoping to restore her rationality, but…

“Eh Wh-what is…”

Why am I in his arms How long has he been looking at me

Though lowering her head was her go-to reaction to avoid him, it only highlighted how close they were - close enough to feel and hear each others breaths.

Ming Feizhen paid no heed to Shen Yirens reaction, leaning his straight face in. Her mind wanted to run, but her body was as limp and scalding as a drunken woman.

“… Wh-what are you doing” Shen Yirens usual toughness was replaced with a never-before-seen meekness uncharacteristic of her.

Ming Feizhen just kept inching closer and closer… and closer. She had more than enough strength to wrestle her way out, yet she closed her eyes instead as her body shook. She could feel his breath and his body temperature coming closer and closer over what seemed to be forever.

Ming Feizhen smiled.

Shen Yiren didnt get what she was expecting. She wouldnt admit what he mightve done. She felt a warm tickle on a cheek, and then it went down her cheek. Wiping, rubbing, caressing, she couldnt tell what the difference was, but there was no mistake something went from her eyes down her cheek. Unable to curb her curiosity, she opened her eyes to see Ming Feizhen licking her cheek. “What… did you do”

“Well, since theyre my tears, shouldnt I wipe them”

“Huh”

“I cant feel my arms, and I dont have a handkerchief, so I have to resort to my protest instrument. Boss, your face smells nice.”

“D-did you just…” Cheeks seared, Shen Yiren blustered, “You lecher!”

“Whys that inkstone here!”

Authors note: Flirty scenes are hard to write.-

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