Ji Shen’s movement of applying the medicine paused.
He only knew she was an assassin; he had never imagined that for the sake of survival, she could even erase her own instincts.
It was not hard to guess what kind of days she had lived through.
A moment later, Ye Wushuang supported her shoulder, her eyebrows curving slightly: "Thank you."
After applying the medicine, it indeed felt much better.
The Ji Family was truly a millennium-old clan of Xia Country; the efficacy of this medicine was several times stronger than what she had bought at high prices on the black market.
"Perhaps you could try saying something other than 'thank you' to me."
Ji Shen’s chest cavity vibrated, emitting a pleasant, light laugh.
Even though they were under the same roof, they were still so unfamiliar.
This made him doubt if there was a problem with his personal charm.
"Then let's sleep, I'm sleepy." Ye Wushuang was also cooperative, her indifferent eyes sparkling under the light.
Ji Shen: "......"
It seemed he could remove the "doubt."
With Ji Shen there, Ye Wushuang fell asleep quickly.
However, tonight was a bit special.
The little boy who called her Older Sister in her arms reminded her of her younger brother, Wu Chen.
Even her dreams returned to the initial slums.
That was a dirty, chaotic, and terrible place, mixed with poor people of various countries and skin colors.
Her father and mother never cared about her; fortunately, the old grandpa next door was a kind and amiable Xia Country person.
He taught her to read and write, and taught her etiquette and responsibility.
After the old grandpa passed away, Wu Chen was born.
She knew clearly that if she did not care for Wu Chen, no one would.
She negotiated with the owner of a milk powder shop to exchange labor for milk powder, but on the day of settlement, the shop owner bullied her for being a child and flatly denied it.
She grabbed the milk powder and ran, only to be surrounded and beaten by several big men who cursed her for being a thief.
No one helped her.
When winter came, she washed and dried the clothes the old grandpa had left her, but the man next door insisted the clothes were his and tied her to a tree as punishment.
No one saved her.
.....
Ji Shen was woken up by the cold.
His entire sleeve was wet, and as the night wind blew, the chill doubled.
What was going on?
He frowned and turned on the light, only to discover that the girl beside him was curled up, crying in her sleep.
Tears had soaked her clothes.
His expression was somewhat shocked.
She was fragile and helpless like this, full of despair and pain, completely different from the cold and distant person she was during the day.
"Do you only dare to cry unrestrainedly in your dreams?"
He hesitated and reached out to wipe away her tears, but the tears did not stop because of it.
Ji Shen’s brow furrowed even tighter.
What kind of dream could she have had to make her cry like this?
Who wouldn't feel heartache seeing this?
His heart softened, and he pulled the young girl into his arms, trying to give her a sense of security.
In the dream.
Ye Wushuang slowly closed her eyes.
She felt the surroundings suddenly become much warmer.
She reached out her hand to embrace this warmth.
Outside the dream, Ji Shen’s body stiffened.
The next morning.
Ye Wushuang opened her eyes, and the first thing that came into view was a chest with well-defined muscles.
She sat up straight abruptly, the calmness on her face slowly cracking.
"Is it so hard to accept waking up in my arms?" Ji Shen pressed the back of his hand against his lips and laughed, his eyebrows curving slightly.
Ye Wushuang’s expression was too interesting.
Beyond being interesting, he also felt a bit frustrated.
Countless women in the outside world wanted to throw themselves into his arms, yet she was lying in his arms and still so disgusted.
"I don't think I ever said I wanted to stay in your arms to sleep." Ye Wushuang’s face fell.
"Is that so? Then look at whose hand is placed on my waist."
Ji Shen lay on his side, his pajamas loosening further to reveal his eight-pack abs.
He propped his chin up, his eyebrows carrying a bit of the drowsiness of just waking up; set against that face, he was evil and enchanting, truly a masterpiece of humanity.
Ye Wushuang listened to him and looked at his waist, then saw her own hand on his waist.
Like an electric shock, she quickly withdrew her hand, a trace of embarrassment flashing across her black pupils.
With Ji Shen’s upbringing and family background, he would not force a woman to get close to him.
She had taken the initiative to hug Ji Shen and then turned around to blame others; it was indeed outrageous.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."
Ji Shen stopped his smile and told her truthfully what had happened last night:
"You were crying hard last night, so I took the liberty of holding you, hoping to offer some comfort, and then you hugged me back; I suppose that made you feel a bit more comfortable."
Perhaps it was the aftereffect of his heart softening last night, but he couldn't bear to see her unhappy now.
Ye Wushuang fell into silence.
Ji Shen saw her fingers clench slowly, then relax again.
"Thank you for the comfort." Ye Wushuang’s expression returned to calm.
So, the source of that warmth was him.
"I still look forward to you saying something other than 'thank you' to me."
Ji Shen stared at her for a while, unknown emotions emerging in his deep dark eyes.
Words other than "thank you"?
Ye Wushuang lowered her eyelids, not knowing what Ji Shen wanted to hear.
She flipped out of bed, washed up, and was driven by the driver to Feiao High School.
At the same time, a system prompt sound reached her ears:
【 Ding! Trial mission published. 】
【 Trial mission （ 2 ）: Represent Feiao to win the Inter-school League of International Chess 】.
The Inter-school League referred to a competition between multiple schools.
International Chess, also known as Western Chess, was an ancient chess genre in the world.
Ye Wushuang could understand what both these terms meant, but put together, she did not understand.
In the original owner’s brain, there was no memory related to this matter.
During her days at Feiao, she had not heard anyone mention this either.
"It seems I have to ask someone else." Ye Wushuang leaned against the back seat, her black pupils revealing a firm emotion.
As long as she completed 30 trial missions, she could resurrect Wu Chen; now she was still 29 short.
She had to steadily win this International Chess Inter-school League as well.
The car stopped at the entrance of Feiao, and Ye Wushuang walked into Class Seven; before she could even put down her schoolbag, a group of people surrounded her.
Jian Jiaoyang, with his silver hair, was full of energy and was the first to speak excitedly: "Queen, you are in the TOP 2!"
"What top 2?" Ye Wushuang frowned, not understanding what Jian Jiaoyang wanted to express.
"The Campus Belle Ranking!"
Jian Jiaoyang took out his mobile phone, clicked open the interface of the Campus Belle Ranking, and handed it to Ye Wushuang to see:
"Right now, you are the girl with the second most votes in our school; the first is Rong Qingru!
The Campus Belle Ranking ends in one month; if you can overtake her in votes during this time, you will be the new campus belle of our Flying Bird Academy!"
Ye Wushuang glanced at the mobile phone; it was a simple data ranking website. The top three had individual photos displayed, while those after only had their class and name.
Currently, the first was Rong Qingru, whose votes were far in the lead.
The second was her, and her votes were also quite impressive.
The third was a girl from another class.
Whether intentional or not, Rong Qingru’s photo was of her playing the piano at the gala last night.
And her own photo was of her playing the drum kit.
The background and filters were the same for both, and one could feel the smell of gunpowder even from a distance.
"I'm not interested in these." Ye Wushuang pushed the mobile phone away.
If the system required her to take the top spot on the Campus Belle Ranking, she would compete with Rong Qingru.
But the system did not require it, so she had no such thoughts.
"There's also this!" Jian Jiaoyang exited the Campus Belle Ranking and went to the forum interface: "Queen, you've flooded the board!"
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