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In the mirror, the man's flexible right hand is reflected.
Song Chujiu calmly withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes slightly.
The man suddenly spoke, "During the day, didn't you ask me about my left"
Before Xiao Moqing could finish speaking, Song Chujiu interrupted him.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. Everyone has some secrets in their heart and needs some space of their own."
Xiao Moqing's hand paused slightly, "But, I want to tell you."
Song Chujiu's eyebrows trembled slightly, "I'm a little tired today and want to go to bed early. Let's talk about this later."
Song Chujiu¡¯s hair has been completely dried.
Xiao Moqing turned off the hair dryer in his hand, and looked at her unblinkingly with his eyes as quiet as a cold pool.
"five minutes."
Song Chujiu said no more.
The man's calm voice sounded in the quiet air.
"I was left-handed when I was very young. My mother thought it was bad to be left-handed, so she corrected my habit."
Song Chujiu rarely heard him talk about her parents. She opened her eyes and looked at the man in the mirror.
The man looked at her with his dark eyes and his voice was clear.
"Under her supervision, I gradually became accustomed to using my right hand."
Looking into the man's dark and unpredictable eyes, Song Chujiu asked carefully: "Then have you corrected yourself?"
Xiao Moqing's thin lips raised slightly, and his handsome eyebrows looked at her faintly.
Song Chujiu¡¯s eyebrows jumped.
Song Chujiu was about to go to bed, and the light in the bedroom was very dim.
The wall lamp above his head gave off a dim light, and Xiao Moqing's handsome face looked a little dim and unclear in this light.
Song Chujiu remembered that he was accustomed to using his right hand, and also recalled the movements of his left hand when holding a gun, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in his heart.
The room fell into an eerie silence.
After a while, Xiao Moqing finally spoke.
¡°It¡¯s finally been corrected.¡±
He said such ambiguous words again.
A dark light flashed across Xiao Moqing's pupils, "In accordance with my mother's request, I am no longer left-handed, but"
Song Chujiu knew that he should not continue to ask any more questions, but at this moment, as if he was bewitched by the devil, he subconsciously asked: "Just what?"
The man looked at her with deep eyes, his eyes like ancient wells reflecting her shadow.
"Although my habit has been corrected long ago, I still feel more comfortable using my left hand than my right hand."
Song Chujiu really couldn¡¯t describe this strange feeling.
She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and asked, "How old are you when this happened?"
Xiao Moqing thought for a moment, "About when I was five years old."
Five years old
More than twenty years later, he still remembers the feeling of using his left hand when he was a child?
¡°I don¡¯t know why, but Song Chujiu¡¯s scalp feels numb.
She thought of Xiao Moqing's various behaviors that didn't seem to be very consistent with him, and heard him mention things from his childhood, and she had a rough definition of his behaviors.
Paranoid.
This man looks cold and indifferent, as if he doesn't care about anything, but he is so paranoid at heart.
Song Chujiu¡¯s mind was in a daze, and something flashed by so quickly that she couldn¡¯t catch it.
Seeing Song Chujiu¡¯s expression, the man lowered his head and pressed his angular handsome face against her cheek.
"Chujiu, what else do you want to know? As long as it is what you want to know, I will tell you." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com