The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story - Chapter 430
Chapter 430: Beauty (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Chu Yi smiled. It was like a clear and warm spring breeze, but it was also as beautiful as the sun, with a hint of love.
Gu Yanfei was dazzled by his smile for a moment and only reacted after a few seconds.
Thud! Thud!
Her heart started to beat wildly again.
Sigh, my Eldest Senior Sister is right. 1 like beautiful things, be it things or people.
Gu Yanfei’s heart seemed to have grown wings.
So this was what it felt like to have your heart flutter!
She played with the exquisite white jade hairpin in her hand lovingly and handed him the green date in her other hand. “Try it. This green date is very sweet.”
She couldn’t help but want to share what she felt was good with him.
Chu Yi took the green date, and his fingers inadvertently brushed past her warm fingers. The green date still had the warmth of her skin.
He silently lowered his head and took a bite of the green date. His eyes curled up happily, and the arc of his jaw was beautiful.
“It’s very sweet,” he said with a smile. The smile on his lips deepened.
It was sweet, but not greasy.
Squatting on the treetops, the cat looked down lazily at the humans in the pavilion and felt extremely bored. It opened its mouth lazily and yawned.
“Chirp chirp…”
“Chirp, chirp, chirp…”
Suddenly, birdsong sounded from all corners of the garden.
Hundreds of birds flapped their wings and flew up from the crown of the tree, as if they were shocked, or as if they had foreseen some disaster that was about to descend. They flew into the distance with a whoosh, and the branches and leaves swayed endlessly…
After a while, a figure as red as blood appeared at the entrance of the garden. Her footsteps were leisurely, and her red sleeves and clothes fluttered gently, as if she was stepping on flames.
When the wind blew, the red robe fluttered like ripples.
“The two of you are really in a good mood. This is really a good place to admire flowers and play with birds!”
Xia Houqing’s laughter could be heard from afar.
There was a bewitching and ostentatious smile on his blood-like lips. His phoenix eyes were as dark as the night, indifferent, empty, and heartless.
As he spoke, he strolled to the pavilion.
“Meow!”
The calico cat, who had been washing its face on the tree branch, was originally lazy. When it heard the familiar voice, it immediately perked up again.
The cat jumped down from the peach tree that was seven to eight feet above the ground and pounced excitedly in Xia Houqing’s direction. It looked like a swallow returning to its nest, bringing with it peach petals that fell like rain.
Xia Houqing moved as fast as lightning. He grabbed the back of the cat’s neck steadily, accurately, and ruthlessly, and shook the cat in disdain.
This cat was covered in dirt.
Xia Houqing pursed his lips and didn’t look into the cat’s eyes. He casually threw the cat towards Gu Yanfei.
“Your cat!”
He gritted his teeth.
Gu Yanfei, who was nibbling on a green date, turned her body nimbly. She also despised the dirt on the cat’s claws.
The calico cat that was thrown away easily adjusted its posture in midair and landed lightly on the ground. It turned its face in disdain. One moment, it licked its furry front claws, the next, it licked and bit the gaps between its claws, and the next, it licked the fur on its body…
Xia Houqing looked at the cat and endured it again and again. The veins at the corners of his eyes twitched. Finally, he couldn’t help but squeeze out a word coldly.
“Dirty.”
As soon as he said this, an ordinary-looking young man in black immediately walked over quickly and squatted in front of the calico cat happily. He took out two handkerchiefs from his sleeve. One was red and spread on the ground, and the other was plain white.
There were no patterns on the plain white handkerchief, but it shone with a pearl-like luster under the sun. It was a foot-long golden silk satin.
The young man in black first placed the calico cat on a red handkerchief. Then, he wiped the cat’s claws and meat pads with a white handkerchief made of light satin without any heartache. He also took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve pocket on the other side and poured some milky white cream from it. He carefully wiped the cat’s paw pad and rubbed it evenly, dyeing the cat’s pink paw pad with a pearl-like luster.
This wasn’t the end. He then took out a small knife and carefully sharpened the tips of the cat’s claws until every tip was shiny and sharp as a hook.
The black-clothed youth’s entire set of movements was too familiar and smooth, as if he had done it hundreds or thousands of times.
The cat seemed to be used to being served and didn’t struggle or resist. It even seemed to be enjoying itself. Occasionally, it would yawn lazily and occasionally stick out its tongue to lick its pink nose..
