When Bright Moon Encounter the Dark Clouds

Chapter 109: Wu Yu 14 (3)

I looked up at her and was greeted by her tender gaze. When she was calm, her gaze seemed like she could accept all of you. Yet, when she was excited, she would be adorable like a rabbit or a child.

I continued to make some more dumplings and said, If youre not going to make more dumplings, then go help Before I finished my sentence, I felt her finger touch my face. I raised my face with my brows slightly knitted and saw her playful smile coupled with her raised finger with flour on it. I wiped my face, and sure enough, there was flour on it.

Dont fool around. Though I said that, I could not help but let out a smile when I saw her sparkling eyes. Right then, she became even more playful and pressed two of her hands on my face.

Her hands were all over my face. My cheeks, forehead, and nose. I grabbed both her hands and looked at her. She was now standing between my legs, face glowing red as her eyes looked somewhere else.

I was just playing she muttered. I let go of her hands, but she immediately came back again. This time, she went with the back of her hands. Ill help you clean your face

Her soft hands were cool to the touch, but they were very comfortable. My posture was somewhat stiff, as she was very close to me. Her face was merely inches away from mine. I knew that if I reached out, I could totally have her sitting on my lap.

My throat felt dry, and even the air coming out from my nostrils felt a bit hot. Yet, Tan Jiao seemed so focused as she cleaned my face. I would see her sometimes through her hands, and I was not sure what she felt.

Knowing that I could not let her keep doing this, I waved her hands off, turned my face, and said, Alright, alright. Lets get back to making the dumplings.

Unexpectedly, she held my chin and turned my face toward her.

No woman had ever done this to me, nor has she ever done this to me.

Though there was a shade of red on her cheeks, she looked calm. After letting go of my chin, she grabbed some tissues and continued to clean my face. Stop moving about. Alright, alright, your face is clean now. Youre handsome again. Theres no need to be shy. Arent we comrades that have gone to hell together?

Feng Yan came back with a plate and looked to be holding back a smile, so I did not know how much of our interaction she had seen. When I had come to my senses, Tan Jiao had sat down and resumed making her dumplings; humming a song and acting as if nothing had happened.

This was the first time I felt my heart race uncontrollably. That hot feeling I felt still remained on my fingers and face. Though I had resumed making more dumplings, every cell in my body was trying to suppress this feeling I had.

Not long after, the rest of the Chengs came down. Cheng Baozhu did not seem to be interested in helping. After grabbing a cup of water, she walked out without saying anything to us.

Baozhu, how many dumplings do you want to have? Feng Yan asked. Ten. The two did not seem close or distant.

Tan Lanlan came down as well and asked with a bright voice, Yo, you guys are making dumplings? Wu Yu is helping too?

I greeted her with a smile and replied yes. She seemed friendly to me, but that made it very obvious that she and Fengyan were not on good terms, as she said nothing to Feng Yan.

After Professor Cheng came down, he went to read the newspapers and told me, Wu Yu, let the women handle things like that. Come talk with me. I had no choice but to wash my hands and go over. Before leaving, I turned to Tan Jiao to see her looking at me. At some point in time, some flour had gotten on her nose; she looked extremely adorable.

For some reason, perhaps it was my imagination or the devil in me playing tricks, but I felt as if the way she looked at me today was different. As if it was more gentle and inviting.

Then before I knew it, my finger was already on her nose.

She looked at me without moving, which caused my heart to flutter once more. My finger rubbed off the flour on her nose, and then she revealed an ever so slight smile.

Ruying? How do you feel? Do you want to have something? Feng Yans caring voice suddenly sounded. I raised my head and saw Cheng Ruying still in her black dress with a wool sweater draped over her shoulder and a mask on her face.

She stood outside her room without moving. Like a slender shadow standing there, I did not know how long she had been there.

No need, mom. Her voice was soft and unclear. Our gazes met, and a smile suddenly developed on her face. Though it was a smile, it seemed cold, bitter, and even somewhat hateful. After that, she went back to her room.