Mysterious creature sightings

Ling Jiangyue thought that "what are you doing" was just a common way of saying hello, but after showing her home, Lin Zheng asked her again.

He also said: "I called you just now and it showed that I couldn't get through. Are you talking to your brother?"

She was holding the door handle and was about to close the door. She paused for a moment when she heard the words, and then returned to normal before Lin Zheng turned around to look at her.

"On the phone, but not with my brother."

Lin Zheng's expression did not change, and he did not seem to doubt her: "Can I ask who it is?"

On the way here, he searched the Internet for the reason why the mobile phone reminder could not be connected. The results were not absolute. If he asked questions one by one, it would be no different from an interrogation.

This is definitely not appropriate for their current relationship.

During the minute he waited after knocking on the door, he also remembered Jiang Yuxing's doubts about whether he could "really have a good relationship." He also doubted himself. If he didn't separate his love life from his work habits, he might really make her dislike being with him. Get along with yourself.

So he only asked this question.

Ling Jiangyue didn't understand his deliberation process, but this question was easy to answer, leaving room for montage techniques.

"Can you not talk about...? But I can tell you what we talked about." She pretended to be embarrassed.

The person who makes her feel uncomfortable when facing him is most likely Yu Zhang.

Lin Zheng stared at her as she didn't dare to look directly at him. He remained silent for a moment, and then followed her intention and asked, "What did you talk about?"

"Well...my brother asked me a question two days ago. I still don't understand it, so I want to ask someone else."

"what is the problem?"

"What does liking mean?"

She poked the flesh of her chin with her finger, pondered for a while and then added: "What are the expressions and psychology of liking and being liked."

"Sounds very philosophical. Why would your brother ask you this question?" Lin Zheng said as he naturally held her finger and lowered it, as if just to correct her bad behavior.

"Because that day..." She paused because of this movement, her fingers scratching the fabric of her clothes as if itching, "He said that I still don't understand what it means to like."

Lin Zheng touched her slightly red cheek again after catching a cold. He didn't feel there was anything wrong with his actions at all: "This shouldn't be the reason. You are repeating my question."

Ling Jiangyue had another meal.

She found that Lin Zheng always liked this kind of small touch, casual and natural, never staying for more than two seconds.

He often withdraws his movements before he can sense what he wants to express through contact, which makes people wonder if he is too narcissistic, because he behaves like normal people would do these movements.

However, inconsistent actions will bring a sense of coherent superposition.

Just like static electricity, the tiny arcs generated in the corner of the clothes did not attract much attention, but with each additional arc, her perception would increase a little.

When it reaches the threshold of quantitative change, there will be no need to increase the arc, and a current will be connected in her body.

——It’s even stranger now. Lin Zheng only made two small movements at intervals, and even her draft was delayed for a few seconds to read.

Ling Jiangyue opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Lin Zheng: "What?"

"No," she shook her head, walked to the sofa area and pretended to be busy packing up the pillows, "I have to think about it. At that time, he... knew that you were going to live here to protect me, and thought you were doing something private."

"Private matters are public affairs? Then he should scold me. Why would he ask you about your relationship?" Lin Zheng's eyes followed her moving back.

Seeing her pushing away the pillows she had just put away and pretending to rearrange them, he couldn't help but laugh.

Ling Jiangyue heard his laughter, turned around, frowned and thought for a while, sighed and said, "Do you have to say it? Lin Zheng."

"..." He directly used what he said that day, but perhaps the word "Lin Zheng" was not as nice as the word "Jiang Yue", and it didn't sound like what he wanted to express that day.Only deliberately pretending to be serious and funny.

There was a deeper smile in Lin Zheng's eyes, and he raised his brows and said, "You don't have to tell me. Then did you get the answer from others?"

"That's the answer." She always felt that his professional skills were very average. Maybe that paragraph was found online and read to her. Who knows whether it was accurate or not.

"But I feel that my brother's simple words are more descriptive than his long speech."

"How to say?"

"My brother said that if you can't feel what you like from the other person, it means you don't like them."

"Then do you feel it?"

"I..." she said honestly, "I don't know."

When she becomes a hormone manipulator, it is difficult to see the true reaction without the influence of hormones.

Just like when she could see the energy and pheromones of living organisms, the living creatures she saw were no longer what ordinary people saw.

Her confused look was also endearing. Lin Zheng took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, inserted four fingers into her hair from behind her ears, and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.

He looked into her eyes and said, "I don't know either. Sex pheromones confuse the emotional perception system in the brain. Maybe what I say and what I do, including what you say and your expressions, are all beautified by their respective brains." The result is an illusion."

"But one thing I'm sure of," he slowly lowered his head and whispered when the tip of his nose was almost touching, "I probably don't want to kiss you for no reason."

After saying that, he kissed her softly on the lips.

Ling Jiangyue's pupils dilated slightly and he held his breath.

Some feelings are difficult to describe clearly, especially those experienced for the first time. There is no historical data for comparative analysis, and there is no true definition under common understanding.

In the ten years she had been in the laboratory, she had experienced excited hugs, enthusiastic praise, angry scoldings, memories of family ties, and brief moments of friendship, but the word kiss was not included in these experiences.

She only knew that humans are indeed prone to going crazy in love, and she had only seen two experimental subjects suffer from heartbeats when the man shouted insults, because sex pheromones would affect the experimental data.

So now she understands, ah, this is what kissing feels like.

happy.

Like a person with a bitter taste in his mouth drinking a glass of mineral water.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, wrapped in their sex pheromones.

But Lin Zheng's kiss was very restrained, like the turbulent sea water that was forced to open only half of the gate. Apart from the touch of lips, the most movement was just to hold her waist.

Ling Jiangyue's heartbeat was brewing faster, but unfortunately it wasn't ready yet. The phone in her pocket suddenly rang, playing a piece of sad light music that didn't fit the occasion, which scared her reflexively.

Lin Zheng let go of her and motioned for her to answer the phone first.

They all thought it was Ling Jiangyu calling, after all, they had communicated very frequently in the past two days, but when she took out her phone and took a look, it was Yu Zhang's name that flashed on the screen.

She blinked and looked up at Lin Zheng's expression.

Lin Zheng had no expression. He didn't seem to see the name. His eyes were fixed on her face, and his fingertips repeatedly brushed against her lips.

"Want to pick up?" he asked.

Turns out I saw it.

Being single is scary, but someone else's kiss is even more heart-wrenching... No, it's because I couldn't stand the cold, I'm dizzy, and want to take a chapter off. Hey, hey, I definitely didn't stop here on purpose (I put my hands in my hands and gave an honest smile) )