Yang Xiangwei raised her head, and on her hazy tearful eyes, her long raised eyelashes were still with tears, which looked both fragile and beautiful.

"Actually, I want to tell you, thank you for saving me!"

After seeing this, the man didn't know what he should say.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes again, and Yang Xiangwei said, "You look really like him!"

He? Who? The man was full of question marks and was a little uncomfortable. He touched his face and said, "Are you talking about my face? Who do I look like?"

It is common for others to praise him for being beautiful, but in the first time someone said he looked like who he looked like.

Shouldn’t such a beautiful face be "one in a million"? Will there be someone who looks like it?

"Well! It's very similar, it's exactly the same..."

Yang Xiangwei said, stretching out her hand.

The man originally wanted to hide, but when he saw her gaze, he was so moved by a strange thing.

Her fingertips fell on his face in a cold way.

From the face to the particles, she said: "Even the mole is in the same position."

"Ah, he has a mole too?" The man was surprised. Forget it, he looked like he had a mole, so...

He couldn't help but say, "If you look so similar, you won't be the twin brother I have left behind for many years, right?"

The more I think I feel it is possible, otherwise, how could it be so bizarre?

However, the woman paused for a moment and said, "No."

"How do you know it's not? Didn't you say, we look exactly the same?"

"He is dead."

"Dead? Sorry, I don't know..." The man felt a little sorry, and thought about it, how could she be so sad if it weren't for something unexpected happening to the man.

"It has nothing to do with you, I killed him."

"How could you, you love him so much, how could you be willing to hurt him?" The man said tentatively, "I think something must have happened..."

If she took the initiative to kill him, he had to be careful. Although he was very grateful that she had just "save" herself, she didn't want to trap herself in.

But if it is an accident, it means that she is not a bad person, so can he consider making use of it?

It just so happened that he was in trouble now. If there was a powerful psychic helper, maybe...

"I don't know if it was an accident. Maybe he didn't meet me, so maybe this wouldn't have happened."

"Why do you say that?"

Yang Xiangwei did not fall back, her eyes fell on his wrist, and she said hesitantly, "Can I... touch your hand?"

The man was puzzled, but he nodded: "Yes."

He reached his hand in front of her.

Yang Xiangwei held it, but it was not what he thought he was holding it, but pinched his wrist like a Chinese medicine doctor taking his pulse.

Then, a soft white light jumped out from her fingertips and drilled directly into his body along his wrist.

The man's heart was thrilled: Oh no, he won't fall into the trap, right?

Don’t blame him for thinking too much. Those psychics are really “strange and incredible”. Who knows if they will take this opportunity to tamper with his body?

He is just an ordinary person, and he can handle it anywhere.

At this moment, she let go of her hand, and the expression on her face gradually dimmed, as if some expectations were broken.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with my body...?" the man asked.

Yang Xiangwei shook her head: "No, I'm just confirming whether you have anything to do with him."

"So, the answer is..." It must be okay, otherwise why would she have this expression? But what should be asked still has to be asked.

Yang Xiangwei's eyes lowered: "No, you have nothing to do with each other, you just look similar..."

Seeing her so sad, the man felt a little unbearable, or rather, he had some thoughts that shouldn't have moved. He said, "Or else, you touch my face again?"

"Hmm?" Yang Xiangwei looked up, slightly surprised.

"Didn't you say that I look like him? Touching my face more is like touching him. Maybe you won't be as sad as you are now." When you say these words, the men feel hypocritical.

Shouldn’t you stay away from something if you want to completely forget something?

He also encourages others to "think about others when they see their faces". This arouses their worries. But if they don't, how can he make the next plan?

Her eyes were gentle, and she looked at his face tightly, her fingers stretched out as if the king was patrolling his back garden, slowly stroking them over and over again.

When her expression became dazed, not knowing whether she was looking at him or the man, the man knew that his chance had come, and he said, "What's his name?"

"Xiu, Tai Shu Xiu."

"Okay, I will call Tai Shu Xiu from now on, and you can also call me Xiu." He raised the corners of his lips slightly and put on the most beautiful expression he had practiced in front of the mirror many times.

He knew that no woman could reject his smile.

Yang Xiangwei was stunned.

"I don't want to replace him, I just want to make you feel better..." He also deliberately softened his voice, further seducing.

Yang Xiangwei could no longer hold it back and hugged him and cried: "Wuwuwu... Why, why are you so kind to me?"

I don't know whether she was talking about the man or him.

But the man didn't mind. He wanted this woman to project his feelings for that man on him, because only in this way would it be more beneficial to his subsequent plans.

He stretched out his hand without being very skilled and held her shoulder: "Because it's you, I'm not good to you, who else can I do to you?"

The woman who was hugged by him cried even more sadly: "Wuwuwu...Why are you so kind to me? Why?"

"I regret it, Xiu, I regret marrying you."

"If I hadn't married you, you might not have died."

...

She talked in a few moments, and over and over again. From these tiny fragments, the man vaguely knew what this powerful psychic lost.

Uncle, I felt a little joy in my heart.

He didn't know what it would be like to be someone else. But he knew very well that if this woman lost her "lover", then as long as he held this thigh, he would no longer have to worry about someone making a fuss about him.

Rather than serving those disgusting old men, he would rather "serve" her.

At least, her face is pretty, isn't it?

If the play is performed well, you don’t even have to give your own body. Just say a few nice "love words" and you can coax her around. At that time, he can not only live a normal life, but also find a normal job, from 9 to 5.
Chapter completed!