Chapter 1797 (1/2)

Duan Zhengyang, who had no idea that he was being tested, was falling into the saddest time of his life. Even when he was about to die of hunger, he was not so sad now.

When he was about to starve to death, he was still young, but subconsciously didn't want to die, but he didn't know what else he could do to continue to live. But now it's different. When he thought of Jiujiu, he would become someone else's home. Duan Zhengyang only felt that his heart had become fragments, and his mouth was bitter and astringent.

Duan Zhengyang looked down at Jiujiu with a calm face. The corners of his mouth moved. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word. Until finally, Duan Zhengyang couldn't speak a word.

He wanted to tell Jiujiu not to see other men, but when he said it, he found that he was unqualified.

Yeah, he's not qualified to say that.

What identity is Jiu Jiu? What identity is he.

Jiujiu is the cloud hanging in the sky, while he is the mud on the ground. The two are very different. He is not worthy of Jiujiu, so he is not qualified to say this.

Because he clearly knew that he was not qualified, Duan Zhengyang's whole heart was tangled. In the end, his eyes had begun to turn red.

Jiujiu looked at Duan Zhengyang's cheeks from red to white, and then turned to yellow at the moment. It was less than two hours, but Duan Zhengyang seemed to have experienced many years.

Looking at Duan Zhengyang's appearance, Jiujiu couldn't bear to see Duan Zhengyang go on like this any more. She directly held back about, looked at Duan Zhengyang and asked, ”do you have something to say?”

His mind was directly broken by Jiu Jiu. Duan Zhengyang scratched a touch of guilty conscience on his face. Then he quickly bowed his head and said without looking at Jiu Jiu: ”no, there's nothing to say.”

”There's nothing to say. Why don't you dare to look at me?” Jiujiu looked at Duan Zhengyang's head almost down to his chest, touched it like a dog's head, and said with a smile: ”do you like me?”

Hearing Jiujiu ask himself in a sweet voice, when you like me, Duan Zhengyang only felt that his heart seemed to have thousands of troops galloping, hitting his chest with pain, but it happened that the pain was sweet, so he couldn't help but want to aftertaste it for a moment.

Duan Zhengyang summoned up his courage and slowly raised his head. After looking at Jiujiu's eyes without any contempt, he bit his lips, nodded slowly and made a sound.

In fact, Duan Zhengyang was uneasy when he admitted it. He was afraid that if he admitted it, Jiujiu would drive himself away and Jiujiu would never see himself again. However, if he didn't admit it, he would no longer be qualified.

With no longer qualified to gamble with, Duan Zhengyang finally chose to confess with Jiujiu.

Jiujiu looks at Duan Zhengyang, who is obviously afraid that he doesn't want him, but resolutely confesses to himself. Jiujiu knows that it's not unreasonable for Duan Zhengyang to become the leader of the Wulin alliance in the future.

He will weigh the pros and cons, but also has the spirit of adventure. The only bad thing is that the women who pursue him are too cruel.

Jiujiu gently sighed and reached out to hold Duan Zhengyang's hand.

Duan Zhengyang's hand is very big, because he has been helping Jiujiu plant flowers all year round, which is particularly rough. For Jiujiu, Duan Zhengyang's palm is like a piece of sandpaper, which is badly worn.

For Duan Zhengyang, such a small action of Jiu Jiu touching his palm made his heart boil again.

Duan Zhengyang only felt that Jiujiu's fingers were small and warm. When he put them in his palm, his heart couldn't help being soft.