Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 226 - 113: Are you handling the object?

Gu Jiuyue stopped talking.

But she didn’t place her hand on his either.

She turned her head and looked at Su Huai intently, with clear, tranquil eyes that seemed to be trying to make him feel guilty and ashamed.

Uh, girl, you’re overthinking it...

That might work on others, but Gou Huai’s got 90% of his defenses up on his face, so what’s poking two eyes gonna do.

Gou Huai showed not a hint of shame, instead, his face was full of concern, "What’s wrong? Did Mimi make you unhappy?"

Gu Jiuyue scrunched her nose, puffing out a single word indignantly: "You!"

That clearly meant: It’s not Mimi’s fault, you’re the one who upset me.

Alright then, smartass mode activated, huh?

While mentally complaining, Gou Huai started making excuses, "Well, I just thought the air conditioning in the car was too cold, I was worried your hands might be cold."

He paused for a moment before asking with concern, "Are you really not cold?"

Gu Jiuyue looked at Su Huai suspiciously, the wariness in her eyes starting to melt.

Su Huai looked too serious, as if he really cared and was worried, with no ulterior motive.

Could it be...

Did I misjudge him?

After thinking it over, Gu Jiuyue obediently placed her hand on his, grumbling a single word, "Cold." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

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Su Huai gasped in surprise, "That’s way too cold, isn’t it? Put the other hand up here too."

Su Huai’s large hand was dry, warm, radiating heat without being sweaty. Gu Jiuyue slipped her small hand into his large one and found it extremely comfortable.

Without thinking, she gave him her other hand as well.

She was just too enamored with the warmth.

Su Huai took both of her hands into his, clasping them gently and rubbing them. He looked serious and focused, like an old Chinese medicine doctor who specialized in infertility treatment.

"You have to move around more if your hands and feet are cold, mittens and such are useless. You need to get the blood flowing to the extremities. I’ll teach you a set of health exercises later, they should work. We don’t have the conditions right now, but let me press your Yang Pool Acupoint... it’s here, does it hurt?"

Gu Jiuyue watched the chatty Su Huai quietly, her gaze completely softened.

But she still didn’t talk much.

"It hurts."

The good news was: her voice came out milky, like that of a spoiled child blowing bubbles.

The bad news was: she was squeezing out one word at a time, what was her state of being? Su Huai didn’t get it.

"Bear with the pain a little, it’s going to hurt at the beginning, but it will feel comfortable after a while..."

After casually consoling her, Su Huai suddenly looked up to gauge her reaction, his heart pacing.

Shit, I screwed up, I talked nonsense!

Two seconds later, Gou Huai let out a big sigh of relief.

She probably didn’t read too much into it, her expression was normal, surely a pure little fairy.

Bowing his head again, he continued to press, playing with each of her fingers... ahem, kneading... no, no, massaging.

Her hands were beautiful, slender yet not bony, ice cold and slippery.

Gou Huai couldn’t let go.

So he continued rubbing them vigorously, sparking friction.

Gu Jiuyue, shocked by his earnest efforts, suddenly spoke in a soft voice after a while, "Thank you."

What the heck?!

Gou Huai was stumped, lifting his head in surprise, only to realize she was serious.

His eyes rolled slyly as he nodded with a smile, "No need to be polite, we are good friends after all!"

"Do you treat every good friend like this?"

Gu Jiuyue turned to face Su Huai, her voice calm, but the question was anything but peaceful.

A deadly question.

Mr. Su’s mini class is about to start.

Questions like these right now, there are two possibilities — the first is a deliberate probe, the second is an innocent confirmation.

But either way, what the other person wants is not a specific answer, but a "you’re only good to me" sort of emotion.

Get the emotion right, and any answer goes.

Miss the emotion, and every answer is wrong.

So, do you know what to do now?

If the feelings are right, just go for it, bite her, get the eye contact right, and silence is golden. That’s the best way.

Oh, by the way, middle-aged men should use this sparingly, it can be troublesome.

When the feelings aren’t quite there, sweet talk a bit, focus on the main point.

Like Gou Huai, who looked at her earnestly and blurted out, "I don’t have any other good friends."

Gu Jiuyue was obviously in a good mood, but she wasn’t that easy to fool.

"Chen Nuanhan."

Three words, straight to the heart.

Gou Huai remained unfazed, "I’m covering a girl’s hands for the first time, do you think she counts?"

His rhetorical question sent her into another level of thought.

Women, you tell them the truth, they may not believe it, the more you emphasize it, the more they suspect there’s something wrong.

But if you let them think for themselves, come to their own conclusions, they often believe it without a doubt.

Gu Jiuyue is an unusual girl, but that is due to her experiences shaping her special character, her essence remains unchanged.

"Then it seems she really isn’t that special."

She nodded, acknowledging Su Huai’s defensive argument.

Su Huai mirrored her nod, copying her exactly, "After all, we were just high school classmates. We didn’t get to know each other well until university."

Having confirmed her judgment, Gou Huai began to raise his value.

"Some people befriend me because I’ve become rich, improved myself, and can give them face. It’s all very superficial and external and utilitarian. And some people befriend me just because we get along. So, which one do you think is a real good friend?"

"Me."

Gu Jiuyue looked self-evident, placing herself in the slot.

Having clarified her "number one" status, she rarely smiled sweetly, her mood elevated.

"We do get along very well, mutually."

"Hmm-hmm!"

Su Huai nodded vigorously, looking at her with satisfaction, and complimented her appropriately, "You summed it up well. I like the description ’mutual,’ it makes me feel like my efforts aren’t in vain."