Meng Yan's Transformation

Chapter 599 Zhang Defu was taken away



Chapter 599 Zhang Defu was taken away

Zhan Mengyan looked at Zhang Defu, somewhat hesitant.

"Sister Mengyan..." Zhang Defu's voice trailed off, with a deliberately softened tone.

Zhan Mengyan turned her head down and saw Zhang Defu, whose eyes were wide open, like some wet little animal, staring at her expectantly. "Just for a little while, okay? Or we can skip 'Wu Song Fights the Tiger' and look at this 'Sun Wukong Havoc in Heaven' instead. You didn't see this one last time you came; it's illustrated exceptionally well."

Zhang Defu waved the brightly colored comic book in his hand, revealing a stubborn determination to achieve his goal.

Zhan Mengyan sighed inwardly, trying to put on a stern face. She knew she should refuse, should remind herself that she was there to accompany her sister, not to read comic books with someone, or simply turn her head away and continue chatting with her sister. But the words of refusal stuck in her throat. She thought of the little tabby cat at home that would rub its head against her palm whenever it wanted snacks, making it impossible for her to be hard-hearted. Zhang Defu's eyes held no trace of adult calculation or domineering, only pure, childlike longing. This unpretentious "show of weakness" precisely dismantled all of Zhan Mengyan's defenses.

"Just fifteen minutes." Zhan Mengyan heard her own voice, which was much gentler than she had expected. She could even feel her tense lips unconsciously relaxing.

Zhang Defu's eyes lit up instantly, as if stars had fallen into them. He happily pulled the chair closer, and finally, the two sat on the kang (heated brick bed) almost side-by-side. A comic book was spread out between them, the faint scent of ink mingling with the smell of sunshine.

As Zhang Defu turned the pages, he lowered his voice and excitedly described the new skills Sun Wukong had used, pointing at the images with his finger and occasionally lightly touching Zhan Mengyan's hand in his excitement.

Zhan Mengyan initially watched perfunctorily, but gradually she was drawn in by the vivid scenes and Zhang Defu's pure enthusiasm. His slightly forward-leaning posture as he spoke, the bright eyes when he occasionally turned his head to look at Zhan Mengyan as if seeking confirmation, and his state of being completely immersed in simple joy created an invisible infectious power.

Zhan Mengyan realized that this kind of "coquetry" conveyed through body language and wholehearted engagement was not a technique, but a natural intimacy and sharing that was hard to resist.

The sounds of cooking in the kitchen seemed to be shut out, leaving only the rustling of pages turning, the two young figures connected by the comic book story, and Zhang Defu sitting down next to Zhan Yingying behind them, both of them craning their necks to look at the little comic book that was turning.

Time passed quietly.

"The food will be ready soon!"

Zhang Defu's younger sister, Zhang Xiaojuan, carried a plate into the room as she spoke.

The four of them suddenly realized what was happening.

Zhan Yingying hurriedly went to the kitchen to help.

Zhang Defu closed the book, a lingering smile on his face, and winked at Zhan Mengyan: "Next time, I have many more stories from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio."

Zhan Mengyan didn't agree immediately, continuing to tidy up her comic books. But her slightly flushed ears and the hint of a smile she couldn't completely hide had already given her answer. Faced with that sincere and gentle plea, her firm principles seemed to have quietly opened a corner, allowing this small, warm, and "unreasonable" existence.

Zhang Xiaojuan whispered something in Zhang Defu's ear, and Zhang Defu lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong. Then Zhang Xiaojuan grabbed him by the collar and took him to the west room.


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