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All her disgust, anger, and dignity were swallowed up by Sheng Qijing, devoured into his belly. He was ashamed and angry as a trapped beast whose mask had been torn off by her, unable to breathe, and could only make demands of Ju Hui.

He was truly despicable. Rather than teaching Ju Hui how to let go, Sheng Qijing was more accurately using Ju Hui to punish Bian Jiaping. Ju Hui immediately retaliated, seizing the initiative and determined to tear his mask to shreds!

Their kiss had never been so rough.

Ju Hui raised her hand and used her rough, tile-like palm to stroke his neck, rubbing against his burning body heat, her Adam's apple rising as she swallowed, all the way up to his cheek, and then gave him a sharp push.

She slapped Sheng Qijing.

Ju Hui stepped back, panting heavily, unable to bear the fact that she was clearly angry, yet had once again succumbed to her own emotions.

She touched Sheng Qijing's sternocleidomastoid muscle again. Damn it, how could a man's jawline be so perfect?

This reminded her of some old memories, which were somewhat ridiculous. She remembered that after Kan Yu learned that Ju Hui had returned to China to see Sheng Qijing, he had specifically looked up news about him and sent it to her, and then took her to see the statue of Thalia, one of the Muses, at the British Museum.

Kan Yu told her that the Muses were nine goddesses born from Zeus and the goddess of memory, which was actually quite wonderful. The Muses were the children of the goddess of memory, and creation originated from memory. At that time, Ju Hui had flown in from China for a while, and the human body she was sculpting was just too perfect. Kan Yu thanked President Sheng for the heavenly blessing.

Ju Hui then admired Talia.

A light gauze dress wrapped around her dynamic body, ivy and her curly hair intertwined closely, and Ju Hui felt her selfless and all-encompassing holiness as she looked up.

The next second, her memory crumbled, and the world suddenly tilted towards her. When she came to her senses, Ju Hui had already been picked up by Sheng Qijing and was being kissed by him.

Sheng Qijing had large hands and held her firmly at the back of her neck.

Despite Ju Hui pinching him with her fingernails, pressing them into the hollows of his collarbone and back of his shoulder, and punching and kicking him, her kisses remained deep, as if she were demanding something.

Muse Sheng Qijing is anything but saintly; he is selfish. Even though he knows that Ju Hui has been gone from Ruobei for eight years, and that Bian Jiaping has fallen ill and changed during this time, his sharp edges dulled to the point of being like pottery shards, he is still not satisfied.

Sheng Qijing wanted to punish Bian Jiaping, but that would punish Ju Hui even more.

"Impossible is impossible. We're still as good as before. Let's pretend nothing happened tonight."

After a long while, Ju Hui was carried to the living room sofa by him. After sitting down, Sheng Qijing's tone was indifferent. He knelt on the carpet with his knees on one side. It was hard to tell whether there were tears or sweat in the corners of his eyes. Ju Hui stared intently at the water droplets.

She raised her hand and reached for his hair.

Ju Hui grabbed him fiercely, and Sheng Qijing's ear was brought close: "Make me sign a contract with Tera!"

A large patch of hair was pulled; it didn't hurt, but it aroused jealousy.

Ju Hui has gone mad.

For Bian Jiaping.

Sheng Qijing closed his eyes.

A slight pain came from my neck.

Ju Hui bit him hard, her two rows of teeth showing no restraint, like a wild beast wanting to lick him until he bled.

Sheng Qijing desperately said "okay, okay, I'm sorry" over and over again, gently stroking the back of her neck, but then lowered his hand, afraid that she would recall his forceful behavior just now.

Ju Hui's body became burning hot with anger, and the teeth marks deepened. Sheng Qijing's mind flashed before his eyes to the image of her lying unconscious with a fever on the sofa in the one-bedroom apartment.

That winter, all the snow fell on Songzhuang, and on Ju Hui's head. She collapsed onto the sofa like a wet feather. Sheng Qijing picked her up, light yet heavy, and Ju Hui stretched out her limbs on his arms.

The distance from the sofa to the bed was only a few steps, but it took Sheng Qijing a long time to walk.

Finally, Sheng Qijing, who had no experience in carrying people, accidentally pressed her hair under his body. Ju Hui frowned slightly, but fortunately she didn't wake up. Instead, she let out a long breath towards the back of Sheng Qijing's neck, who was fixing her hair.

So fresh and cool, Sheng Qijing, who was wiping Ju Hui with warm water, felt her ears burning and wondered to herself: Did she dream that she was a yawning kitten...?

That day, he wanted to carry her back to the loft, disassemble the steel chair, put it back in the studio, and weld it to the concrete floor. Of course, he wanted to pester her, but he never imagined that he would be entangled with Ju Hui until today.

This was his victory, and also his defeat.

Sheng Qijing lowered his eyes.

Ju Hui's teeth suddenly loosened, and she sighed softly. After a long while, she said in a hoarse voice, "I'm so tired..."

...

“Xiao Hui, as long as you don’t leave tomorrow morning, we can still talk about Tera.”

Ju Hui did not answer.

Sheng Qijing knew she wasn't asleep; she had only closed her eyes but wasn't truly asleep.

He took Ju Hui back to the master bedroom. She did not resist, but she clearly did not want to sleep there, so Sheng Qijing had no choice but to deceive himself.

He changed her into a new nightgown, which he had just bought. It was made of a pearlescent, satin-like material, like the square scarf that Ju Hui had tied around her neck when she celebrated his birthday.

While changing clothes, Sheng Qijing tried to hold her breath, but her eyes and fingertips didn't lie; they automatically filled in the gaps in her imagination and added their own flair.

So he had to take care of himself in the bathroom, and when he came out, Ju Hui was facing the vine-covered curtain, fast asleep.

Sheng Qijing lifted the thin blanket and hugged her from behind, hoping she would stay and forget the possessiveness he had blurted out.

...

The cool morning light seeped in through the printed fabric of the gauze curtains.

Sheng Qijing, facing the light, slowly opened his eyes. The bed was bigger than ever before. His arm was limp under the right pillow, and the soreness and numbness had not completely subsided.

Someone had been to the dressing room, as well as the study. The sound of running water came from downstairs. Sheng Qijing took a deep breath, steadied his steps, and stared at the stairs as he went downstairs.

He didn't intend to deliberately stop her; if he wanted her to stay, she would naturally stay.

He was hoping that Ju Hui would still not leave even after his desires were exposed.

"Good morning, Mr. Sheng." Aunt Ye, who was washing vegetables, smiled. "When I received your call this morning, I knew who it was as soon as I heard a woman's voice."

"...Um, Aunt Ye, has my girlfriend left?"

"Let's go!" Aunt Ye put down the tomatoes, shook the water off her hands, and pointed to the balcony. "I even helped Miss Ju move that stone lion out the door. She didn't want to wake you, so she was very careful... Your girlfriend looks so thin, but I didn't expect her arms to be all muscle when she stretched them out!"

Aunt Ye's sighs were just empty echoes; Sheng Qijing couldn't hear them. He was walking towards the balcony, feeling lost and dejected.

Tianlu was nowhere to be found; there was only a patch of fine sand and gravel left.

-

"Because my sister has been acting really strange lately."

“I think her luck was drained by the stone lion in her house,” Jiang Yiying said as she opened the coffee shop door to the senior student who asked her why she chose Beihai Park for taking pictures. “So I came here on her behalf to help her change her luck.”

Zhu Qing, a photography senior who had taken photos with her and encouraged each other, nodded and listened to her continue.

After the last vestiges of the humid heat of the National Day holiday had passed, Ju Hui, having seemingly finished her travels somewhere, returned home. Jiang Yiying went back to school for two days, while Ju Hui lazed around at home for two days. Then they received a large package. Jiang Yiying struggled to carry it into the house, only to find it was a stone lion, the kind whose head could be opened…

"She doesn't keep pets, but keeps stone beasts for her mansion? That's a bit..." Zhu Qing pursed her lips and bit her coffee straw.

Ju Hui, who had finally gotten moving, dismantled the wooden frame, arranged the stone lions, and told Jiang Yiying to go to the balcony to look at "Sky Road" more often when she had nothing to do, and that she would take it away after a while.

After saying that, he packed his bags and left home, never to return.

Jiang Yiying scratched her goosebumps, thought about it carefully, and then shook her head: "No, she never lived with that lion. It should be said that her ex absorbed people's luck. He was probably the one who gave her the Heavenly Road. Could she be avoiding him by not going home?"

But Jiang Yiying recalled the phone call during the holiday. Ju Hui called him Qi Jing with such affection and trust that it seemed like she was a lovestruck girl who didn't want to go home and just wanted to stay at his house.

Zhu Qing let out a long "Ah": "If your ex is still bothering you, then you do need to change your luck. It's okay, Beihai Park has a lot of energy."

There are many places with strong energy in the north, such as Yonghe Temple, Temple of Heaven, Jingshan Park, Tanzhe Temple... Beihai Park is Jiang Yiying's top choice. The pink feet of mandarin ducks brushed across the shimmering lake surface, stopped the boat, landed on the bamboo pole, and stood in a row.

Jiang Yiying chose the thickest ancient tree on the opposite bank of the White Pagoda, stretched out her arms and hugged it, pressing her fingers together against the back of the tree as far as she could, silently praying: "May the great deities who gather and protect the wind and gather the energy bless my sister Ju Hui, and me, my ID number is 3607XXX, keep away from my evil ex, and grant me good health, success in my career, and wealth, wealth, wealth!"

After hugging her, Jiang Yiying sat back on the bench, casually opened her account, and commented and tagged @不知何时已99+.

"Just got back from a trip to Nanchang. I searched the whole internet for this rice noodle expert's contact information. Please, sister, give me your rice noodle ranking list!"

Jiang Yiying saw countless lurking and active fans with the suffix "Your Fans" tagging her in the comments section of this post. The poster posted a candid side view photo, showing Ju Hui sitting opposite a man, with porcelain bowls and earthenware pots on the table in front of her. She was looking at the man with serious eyes and saying something.

Comment section: [Is that a senior student on the other side? @一景三]

Jiang Yiying: "..."

She's asking to stay away from her evil ex!

When Ju Hui received the message from Jiang Yiying, she was sketching in the newly renovated garage studio in the Persimmon Courtyard.

Ju Hui built herself a long table. The palm wood panels were mounted against the wall, and Kan Yu had prepared and arranged all her commonly used tools. The woodworking area and the pottery area were carefully separated. This was the corner of the unfinished house that most resembled a studio.

Ju Hui swiped her finger lightly, and in the comments section, her name changed from "senior sister" to "powdered rice noodle doctor," and finally to her real name. The related search results for the post were "Ju Hui Sheng Qi Jing."

Jiang Yiying: [Sister Ju Hui, how should I reply?]

Ju Hui: [Currently in seclusion, focusing on creative work.]

Ju Hui: [[Please do not disturb, thank you.jpg]]

After adding the female student on WeChat that day, Ju Hui sent her what she considered to be a fairly authentic brand. The student thanked her and then there was no further communication. She didn't expect this kind of follow-up. Ju Hui really couldn't be bothered to deal with it. Just seeing Sheng Qijing annoyed her. Recently, she was having a burst of inspiration and was busy creating a new series of works. She had also blocked Sheng Qijing's messages for several days.

However, this post also reminded her of other issues. Several days have passed since the holiday ended, and Master Li should have time to send the yawning kitten back.

Ju Hui switched to Jiang Yiying's WeChat and sent a message to Master Li asking: "Master, has my kiln been shipped yet?"

Master Li was probably busy, so Ju Hui continued drawing the sketch. He didn't reply to the message until an hour later.

【It was shipped a long time ago. Wasn't it you who called the delivery guy who came to pack it up last time?】

Tsk.

It must be Sheng Qijing.

[I see the sender is you, and the phone number is the same as the one you sent. You should be able to find the tracking number.]

Okay, thank you, master.

The five-second ad that pops up when the app opens is the longest when you're in a hurry, and it's the hardest to skip. She couldn't wait, so she quickly scrolled down to check the date: October 13th.

She had been away from Sheng Qijing's house for almost a week, and the delivery of the yawning kitten should have been done by now... Lingdong Island suddenly popped up, and Ju Hui's Cainiao app showed that she had a package being delivered.

The name is correct, the phone number is correct, but the address is incorrect.

The delivery location is the loft next door.

As dusk fell, Ju Hui suddenly heard four wheels pass by, and persimmons from the tree hit the metal roof of the vehicle with a thud. Two human-like figures jumped off the vehicle.

...

"Thank you for your hard work, just put it here."

Two large boxes, one big and one small, were placed at the entrance of the loft courtyard. The recipient appeared as soon as their car arrived.

“It’s heavy, but it’s okay. We’re just here to move things. We even brought a wrench to set up the scaffold.” The young man put his hands on his hips, pointed to the long iron bar on the back of the truck, and turned to observe Ju Hui.

Is a girl's name for a boy?

OK, I respect and accept it.

However, does he have family members at home? This is really difficult to move.

“It’s okay,” Cheng Yi smiled gently, “Someone will help me move it.”