Chapter 220, Touching and Being Touched (Part )
The silver-gray supercar drove home in 5 minutes.

After dinner, Zhuozheng was sitting leisurely on the sofa. After resting for a while, Ling came over quietly.

Zero didn't say anything but suddenly touched his upper arm.

Because it was so sudden, Zhuo's body stiffened. He saw Ling carefully tapping his arm with his fingertips, the action was very gentle - and then he grabbed it hard, as if to confirm how hard Zhuo's arm was.

Zhuo fell into confusion.

"……What's the matter."

"…I was thinking that your body is stronger than I thought."

"You don't think I'm a bean sprout or something like that."

Zhuo had once carried Ling on his back when she injured her heel, and he still remembered clearly how he felt at that time and Ling's general body shape, so he thought Ling should be the same and should think that she was not thin, but it seemed that he was wrong.

"Bean sprout... your skin is indeed very fair. But that's probably because you don't like going out that much."

"I don't get tanned easily. Also, don't treat others like bean sprouts without permission."

Zhuo had never thought that his skin was white. Compared with Ling, he felt that he was a refugee.

Zhuo knew that he was not "mighty and majestic", but being treated as a bean sprout was indeed a blow to his self-esteem. He raised his eyebrows in anger, and Ling's hand slipped from his upper arm to his palm.

She traced the outlines of blood vessels and tendons with her fingers, which made Zhuo feel itchy. There was an indescribable itching and shame in his heart, which made him look away.

Ling seemed not to notice Zhuo's change at all and continued to stroke his hand.

There is not a trace of impurity in his movements and expressions, which can be described as pure and innocent.

It seemed that she really didn't realize anything.

Perhaps I have trusted myself to this extent and think that such things don't matter anymore.

But it matters.

Zhuo finally couldn't bear it anymore. He reached out and captured the little prey that was lingering around his hand, and grabbed her hand to prevent her from moving.

"Ok?"

"Hmm? What the hell?"

He clasped the small palm with his fingers, and Zero immediately stopped moving.

Not just the hands, but the body as well.

Although it may be that Ling herself really didn't notice, she did touch Zhuo's body as she pleased. However, when Ling herself was touched, her body became stiff. She looked up at him with an expressionless face, and her eyes said, "What are you doing?"

This is indeed very Zero style.

Zhuoye used his fingertips to stroke the back of Ling's hand and between his fingers.

Her skin is very delicate, much smoother than his own, and very elastic.

At this time, Zhuo realized that Ling was really a girl.

Not only is she petite but she is also soft and tender, as if she is a completely different being from herself.

The two of them had held hands a few times before... If you count grabbing wrists, it was indeed a few times... But this was the first time to carefully check the touch. If you don't look at her face, Zero really has a delicate feeling, which makes people want to protect her from the bottom of their hearts.

When Zhuo clasped the small palm in his own and sighed, Ling pinched the back of his hand.

"It hurts!" he couldn't help but cry out.

Then he found that Ling was looking up at him, but she didn't show any intention of pushing his hand away.

Seeing Ling staring at him with squinted eyes like a "kitten panting", Zhuo realized that he had gone a little too far, so he quickly let go of Ling's hand.

"Um, I'm sorry." Zhuo apologized.

"...So that's how it is. Once he gets the chance he'll become extremely unbridled." Zero seemed to be talking to himself.

"You are the same." Zhuo complained. In the final analysis, it was Ling who took the initiative to touch him first.

He added a sentence.

As a result, Zero slowly moved his little butt sitting on the sofa and returned to the other side. Then he took off his indoor shoes and stepped on them. He hugged the sofa cushion on his legs, curled up into a small ball, and spoke vaguely.

"It's different... I have my reasons."

"What's the reason?"

"..." At this point, Ling turned his head silently and stared into his eyes: "Why don't you run away."

Now Zhuo finally understood why Ling behaved as he did just now.

In Zero's eyes, he has always been in a weak position. When he met Herzog (Masamune Tachibana), he did not run away immediately, but stood there stupidly, letting Ren go first. He waited for Masamune Tachibana to get out of the car.

If Ling hadn't happened to arrive in a hurry... in her eyes, she would have been captured.

Zhuo scratched his cheek in annoyance and asked, "Why did you run away? Didn't you get here in time?"

At that time, Ling was just going to the convenience store to replenish the stock (the refrigerator warehouse) as usual. The distance was not far and it would only take five minutes at most.

In that situation, delaying time is more effective than running away...you are a bicycle, and the other party is an extended Lincoln.

"What if I didn't make it?"

"But you're here, so this if doesn't exist." Zhuo thought about it and realized that it was true, so he grinned.

Of course, he was so calm because he trusted Zero... Although Zero was a little bit off when he met Tachibana Masamune (Herzog)... This kind of trust was far greater than that of Kazama Ruri.

This kind of trust has nothing to do with who is a better fighter, even though Kazama Ruri may be a better fighter than Zero; this kind of trust also has nothing to do with the fact that Kazama Ruri had surgery.

He chose to believe Ling simply because he trusted her... He probably trusted her to the point that Zhuo unilaterally believed that if a fight really broke out at that time, Ling would most likely fight for him... to this point.

For someone who is willing to risk her life for him, what reason does Zhuo have not to trust her completely?
To be honest, Zhuo himself doesn't know where this trust comes from, but it does exist.

For example, this kind of trust is like this: you wake up early one morning and suddenly can’t find your socks. At this time, your first reaction must be a very loud "Mom——", or "Where is my mom?" after seeing your dad.

This trust is engraved in our bones.

"Don't worry, I did that because I knew you were nearby. If I knew you were not there, I would have run faster than anyone else. I am very confident about this."

After all, he has 360-degree automatic navigation in his mind.

"……But,"

"But what?"

"...No, nothing."

Zero buried his face in the cushions.

She seemed to want to say something, but was unwilling to say anything.

Zhuo decided to keep his mouth shut because he could probably guess what Ling was thinking.

Although I really want to stroke her hair gently at this moment and tell her that she can do it... unfortunately I can't.

　Emmmm...Today seems to be the last day.

　　I type.

　　Just like yesterday, I will code until I fall asleep. If I can’t catch up, I will continue tomorrow.

　　Anyway, it will be made up.

　　Awesome.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)