Chapter 19 Chapter 19 I know you are good

It was already one o'clock in the morning when Tang Ningyue returned home. The living room was pitch black, with only a small light on at the entrance. She walked into the corridor and found the door of Li Jinglang's room tightly closed, without a trace of light coming out. It seemed that he was asleep.

She glanced at it lightly and looked away again. The next second, she caught a glimpse of the light coming from her room. She walked towards the light and opened the half-open door. Li Jinglang, who was fiddling with a Rubik's Cube on her dressing table, immediately straightened up and stood up facing her.

"You're back..."

His tone was light and gentle, with a faint redness in his eyes. He looked a little tired, and even his movements were slow. There seemed to be some cuteness in his sharp face, perhaps it was Tang Ningyue's illusion.

When their eyes met, Li Jinglang moved his body unnaturally. He always dared not look her in the eye, as if he was afraid that the secrets in his heart would be dug out by her.

"I didn't touch your things, I was just sitting there." Being stared at by her, Li Jinglang's first reaction was to explain to her, but it was just an explanation, the content was not important. Li Jinglang was nervous in a way that was really inconsistent with his appearance, as if he was afraid of being kicked out by her.

The curtains were lifted by the breeze, and Tang Ningyue smiled suddenly.

"Are you waiting for me?"

The earrings on her earlobes had changed again. They were different from the ones she wore before going out. They were shinier and bigger, and a little dazzling under the light.

Is it new? he wanted to ask.

But she didn't ask, and the only response she got was silence.

“....”

Li Jinglang watched her take off her coat in a relaxed posture and casually put her hair up, revealing the porcelain-white neck line. She had been exercising regularly for many years, and her body lines were very beautiful. He had seen her countless times on her social media late at night, but when this scene really appeared in front of him, he subconsciously looked away and cast his eyes on the floor, as if looking at her any longer would be a blasphemy.

Tang Ningyue turned sideways towards him, took off her earrings, loosened her long hair, removed all the restraints and finally collapsed comfortably on the sofa. She did all these actions neatly and quickly in front of Li Jinglang, but he felt a little uneasy.

In Li Jinglang's opinion, such relaxed behavior would only be done in front of the closest people, but it was obvious that for Tang Ningyue, he was not her close lover, but she acted so casually and naturally, as if... she didn't regard him as a normal man at all...

Li Jinglang lowered his head and glanced at her from time to time, his heart already fluctuating several times, while Tang Ningyue sat steadily on the single sofa that Zhou Su bought specially for her, humming a tune softly, leaning her head back cozily and comfortably, her hands still constantly replying to work messages.

"...Don't you have anything to ask me..."

Clearly having struggled for a long time just to admit his mistake, Li Jinglang stood before her in the light with his head lowered, his posture like a surrendered soldier in a fairy tale, but he could not hide the stubbornness in him, making him look like a thorn in the flesh.

"Hmm?" Tang Ningyue asked knowingly, fiddling with her newly done nails nonchalantly. "What do you want to ask?"

His eyelashes twitched slightly, unable to detect her attitude, and his jaw was taut, unable to relax.

She laughed silently again.

Li Jinglang felt uncomfortable all over, and his body would become stiff if he continued standing like this. Finally, just for the sake of movement, he turned around and closed the last crack of the window in the room. As he moved, the air seemed to become thinner, making it even more difficult to breathe.

When he turned his back, he always felt that Tang Ningyue was looking at him. He didn't know if it was an illusion.

"Oh, right." He heard her suddenly mention something again.

The fingertips on the windowsill turned white in an instant. Li Jinglang held his breath and waited for her next move, just like he had done countless times before.

The storm that Li Jinglang had expected did not come. Instead, he was greeted by a piece of fragrant Chinese pastry. The pastry, which was stained with the fragrance of flowers and syrup, was brought to his lips, with dried fruits glittering on top. She was very close to him, and the fragrance of her body forcefully penetrated into his clothes and nostrils, as if there was no room for rejection.

"Shi Yang brought some snacks from home. They were made by the aunt who raised him. They taste really good. Try them."

She pulled him back to sit on the chair. Li Jinglang tilted his head back, and his already sunken eye sockets became even sunken. She picked up the piece of cut pastry and held it loosely with her other hand. Tang Ningyue's hand was not raised low, so he could only raise his head and receive it with his mouth.

As she approached, Li Jinglang subconsciously met her gaze, his mind instantly replaying the scene of his encounter with Sheng Shiyang that afternoon. He had never taken the initiative to talk to anyone before, but today, upon seeing Sheng Shiyang, he had taken the initiative to remind Zhou Su. Zhou Su was surprised, yet also somewhat delighted, seemingly pleased with Li Jinglang's change, and chatted with Sheng Shiyang for quite a while before leaving.

Li Jinglang could sense Sheng Shiyang's attitude towards Tang Ningyue from the first time. Li Jinglang was very familiar with that strong and intense look of attraction, but he was more familiar with Tang Ningyue than Sheng Shiyang, and was familiar with her forbidden areas.

He admitted that he did it on purpose. With the degree of obsession Sheng Shiyang showed towards Tang Ningyue, Li Jinglang bet that he would definitely go, just based on the few words he said about Tang Ningyue.

Before Tang Ningyue came back, he had even imagined how she would treat him like she did when they were children, but things were different from what he imagined. She didn't seem angry, nor was she angry with Sheng Shiyang. She even brought back the things he had given her.

The sweet smell made Li Jinglang feel a little nauseous.

Not only because of this, her attitude also made him feel uncomfortable. He would rather she treated him the same way as before, even being slapped in the face, instead of being indifferent and indifferent like now.

Tang Ningyue is obviously very good at dealing with him.

She would leave him alone all day, huddled under the table, and not care about anything, until he admitted his mistake and she would reluctantly give him a chance to serve her. She only hit him once, not hard, a slap on the face that only made him stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, he still had some aftertaste, but she never did it again.

Tang Ningyue has indeed changed a lot, but her personality remains the same. Although Li Jinglang understands her, he can never win her favor. It has been like this since she was a child. There are always many people around her, but he will never be the first choice.

This feeling is really bad.

Tang Ningyue was very close to him tonight, closer than the previous times, but today he was not as happy as before. Instead, he was more irritable and in a bad mood.

"I don't like sweet food," he said.

"Don't like it?" Tang Ningyue glanced at him indifferently, without even waiting for a second, turned her right hand around, and threw the snack in her hand into the trash can, "Forget it then."

She took a wet tissue and slowly wiped her fingers, then sat back down, muttering to herself, "I remember you loved sweets when you were a kid."

"I didn't like it when I was a kid either." His voice was light and cold.

"Ah...I remembered it wrongly." She muttered indifferently and took out her computer to check her unread emails.

"Who did you remember?"

Li Jinglang raised his voice, causing Tang Ningyue to pause for a moment. It was just a casual remark; she couldn't remember anyone else who liked sweets. But she still made up someone as an answer to his question.

"It seems to be the badminton player from my childhood, whose name was... Zhu... something..."

"Zhu Qingzhi."

Li Jinglang accurately said the name of a playmate whom he had only met two or three times when he was a child. He even remembered that he and Tang Ningyue had played badminton together several times, but he didn't mention it because Tang Ningyue didn't mention it.

"Ah..." Tang Ningyue had no impression of him at all. She just nodded in agreement, "It seems to be him, it's him." She had no idea who he was talking about.

Li Jinglang's eyes never left her, and he kept following her movements closely.

She had no impression of them, so forget it. Li Jinglang relaxed a little and did not continue the topic. He just watched her smilingly switch the software and watch some entertainment videos sent to her by her friends.

She was the cutest and most genuine at this moment, but such moments were rare, and he was fascinated by it...

"Anything else?"

Seeing that Li Jinglang didn't leave, Tang Ningyue asked again, and it seemed that she had no intention of chatting with him.

"It's okay." He shook his head. "You should go to bed early." Li Jinglang breathed a sigh of relief and walked out the door.

“Hey!”

Halfway through the walk, Tang Ningyue called him again. Li Jinglang turned around and saw the half-smile on the corner of her mouth, which was exactly the same expression he saw on the puppies vying for attention in the dog cafe.

"What's wrong?"

"Good night," she said. "You forgot to tell me."

"....." Li Jinglang stood there in a daze.

She smiled again, "Goodnight, Jinglang."

"If you don't tell me, then I'll tell you." There was no ambiguity in her words, but it sounded like she was saying - I will love you even if you don't love me.

It was the same again. Every time he was resentful of her, she would seduce him. That little bit of self-esteem was so cheap that it would be placed in an inconspicuous corner in a two-dollar store.

Sheng Shiyang was right. It wasn't uncommon for him to fall for her. What was the difference between him, Sheng Shiyang, and those men? They all loved her to death. How could he be any more noble than them?

All we can say is that he is more dishonest than them and is more capable of doing things that are not presentable.

In the deserted and silent corridor, Li Jinglang laughed at himself and stared at his own shadow for a long time. Finally, as if possessed by some unknown force, he returned to his room and then came back. He knocked on her door and said, "I have something else to tell you."

The room was silent for two seconds, and then Tang Ningyue's sweet voice was heard. This time it was a laugh, sticky as if rolled in honey, and it didn't sound loud.

"Hmm..." Her voice was light and airy, "No need to say anything, go to sleep."

"I know you're good..."

"Go to bed."