Yue Ran sighed. It had not been long since their last consultation, and they had been seeing each other for three or four months now, but Cheng Ying was still a little wary of her.
Then again, compared to the male protagonist's previous psychiatrists that he had seen before, Yue Ran could already be said to have yielded the most successful results.
Yue Ran sat on the corner of the sofa farthest from Cheng Ying's position and quietly took out a picture album-like book from her bag. It was a storybook. The book was quite thin enough so that Cheng Ying could tell what it was just by taking a glance at it.
The young man quietly raised his head to look at Yue Ran, like a cute, fluffy, wary little hamster.
"I brought you the storybook that we did not finish reading last time," Yue Ran said. "Do you want to hear it?"
Yue Ran raised the book in her hand to show it to him. Cheng Ying bit his bottom lip and thought for a while, then chose to give her a slight nod.
"Do you remember what we agreed to before?" Yue Ran reminded him with a gentle tone, like coaxing a child.
The two of them had reached an agreement during their previous consultation. If Cheng Ying wanted or did not want to do something, he had to say it clearly and tell Yue Ran what he wanted or did not want to do.
Cheng Ying obviously still remembered their previous agreement. When Yue Ran said this, he immediately let out a muffled sound and stopped looking at her. It was obvious that he did not want to talk to her.
Yue Ran waited patiently for a while but did not make him wait too long because that would cause an unnecessary psychological burden for Cheng Ying.
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Cheng Ying was attracted by the sudden sound and action, and he thus turned his head slightly to look at Yue Ran from the corner of his eye.
Yue Ran flipped through the book, starting from the unfinished part of the last consultation, and continued to narrate the story in an extremely warm and gentle tone, enthralling and immersive.
Cheng Ying was quickly attracted by her voice. He raised his head to look at Yue Ran, with surprise and a slight joy in his eyes.
Unfortunately, Yue Ran stopped talking after only three or four sentences.
Yue Ran spoke with a smile, "This story is very interesting. Are you sure that you really do not want to hear it to the end?"
Cheng Ying blinked silently in reply.
He had read almost all kinds of fairy tales sold on the market, including even those unpublished ones, but the fairy tales that Yue Ran read to him were particularly different from the rest. He had never heard of any of the stories from Yue Ran's storybooks before. Her stories were always unique—a special world of their own.
For a child like Cheng Ying, who has been relatively withdrawn since childhood, it is not easy for him to acquire a hobby, which often means that if he does have one, he will most definitely devote a lot of energy to this said hobby. As long as something catches his eye, he will want to chase after it, no matter how long it may take. He was quite persistent in this.
And now he was attracted to the storybook that Yue Ran was reading him. He had an inkling that Yue Ran's stories seemed to be written by herself. After all, he was not able to find any of the stories she read him anywhere else.
Moreover, rather than reading the stories himself, he prefers it if someone else were to read them to him, especially someone with a nice and gentle voice like Yue Ran. She has a voice that could easily make anyone willingly sink and drown so comfortably in.
"I… I want to hear it," Cheng Ying said.
The young man's voice was hoarse, which did not sound suitable for his age, but it was not unpleasant to the ears.
Yue Ran looked at Cheng Ying and saw his face clearly for the first time. He has a fair complexion. He is handsome and has delicate-looking cheeks. His eyes looked more beautiful than emerald gemstones, even if they looked distant and cold, and he also seemed to carry a subtle aura of abstinence and madness.
Yue Ran immediately felt the subtle desire rolling in her body, yearning for the person in front of her. This sudden feeling obviously belonged to the original body, not her own. Then again, Cheng Ying was her prey now.
This feeling inside her is not the emotion of love or disgust, but something more complicated. It is something dirtier, a kind of desire that would make one feel guilty, yet one would want to indulge in it at the same time.
"Okay," Yue Ran said, nodding her head with satisfaction. The tone of her voice sounded lighter. It was as if she were like a kindergarten teacher coaxing a child to take a nap.
She had always changed her tone so that it sounded just right, just perfect in the others' ears, in every type of situation, which would make people get immersed in it. And now that Yue Ran was reading a fairy tale, Cheng Ying most definitely did feel as if he were inside that fairy tale himself.
The young man now seemed much more relaxed in Yue Ran's presence. He began to stop hugging his knees and changed his uncomfortable and closed-off curling pose into a more comfortable and open position.
After Yue Ran finished telling a story, she looked up at him, patted her knees, and asked, "Are you tired? Do you want to lie down and listen?"
She was indicating that he could lie on her lap while listening to the story.