Chapter 689

Ah Xiang bit her lips. She was a little embarrassed and whispered, "I knew you were my life-saving benefactor. If I could stay with you like this and go on forever, I would be satisfied, really!"

Seventeen was silent for a long time: "you haven't seen what I look like."

After saying that, he reached out and took off the mask on his face.

Ah Xiang's smile froze in place and her pupils tightened.

Ferocious and terrible scars grow wantonly on the face, crisscross, constantly falling dead skin, turning outward, revealing white and scarlet flesh color. The original handsome and clear facial features are twisted and gloomy, like a demon with tusks. People's scalp is numb and can't help screaming in panic.

Seeing Ah Xiang's face a little white, seventeen's heart gradually cooled down.

The hands hanging on the side of the body are also clenched into fists.

The veins on the forehead burst, and the color on the face began to turn red because of the fierce ups and downs of emotion, making the originally ferocious face more and more frightening.

He knows!

No one can accept his ghost appearance.

Don't say it's Ah Xiang. Even he feels sick and wants to tear off his face.

Ah Xiang likes him and loves him because he doesn't know what he looks like. Now I finally see him. It's time to give up!

It's funny that he even held a little expectation that Ah Xiang would... It's just that his face is disgusting, and he's not qualified to ask others to accept it.

Seventeen was stiff and wanted to put on the mask. The next moment, Ah Xiang shook her fingers and covered seventeen's face.

"Does it still hurt?"

The words did not fall, but tears fell.

Seventeen, unexpectedly, Ah Xiang suddenly cried and was stunned.

After half a ring, he responded and hurriedly wiped her tears: "what are you... Crying so well? Did you cry? Don't be afraid. I'll put on the mask now."

He hurriedly put the mask on his face. As a result, he didn't know what was going on and couldn't wear it at all.

Seeing 17's expression in her eyes, Ah Xiang cried even more.

She knew that seventeen had shortcomings in appearance, but she didn't expect it to be destroyed so badly. What a great change could make a good face like this. She couldn't imagine how seventeen survived at the beginning. At the thought of this, her heart ached, and she couldn't breathe.

"You must be in pain..." Ah Xiang sobbed. It must be painful. How can it not be painful!

It was foolish of her to ask such a stupid question.

Seventeen calculated countless results, but I didn't expect Ah Xiang to react like this.

Asked him in a very distressed tone, "does it hurt?"

My heart was full of sour and astringent, my throat was tight and my hair seemed to be blocked, but I couldn't say what I wanted to say.

No one ever asked him if it hurt.

I can't describe that feeling in words.

He stared at Ah Xiang for a long time and asked, "aren't you afraid?"

Ah Xiang shook her head crying.

How could she be afraid? She knows better than anyone at seventeen.

She knows that seventeen looks tough and hard to talk. Sometimes he is grumpy and gets angry at every turn, but he is very considerate. He will remember her every preference carefully and bring it to her next time he comes to see her.

He will give her gifts, take her to buy new clothes, take her to see fireworks, go outside to see the scenery, give her many anecdotes and strange things, and read her many books she has never heard of... In Ah Xiang's world, 17 can do anything, but such a perfect person has suffered so much pain, which is really unfair.

For a long time, seventeen smiled: "this is a silly girl. Why are you crying?"

[author's digression]: Thank you, young man, ranlin, a stumbling malt, for your messages

Early warning ahead: Chu Xi will arrive at the battlefield in three seconds