Chapter 33 Chapter 33 New Year's Eve Dinner

Tang Ningyue really didn't know what was wrong with this stubborn Li Jinglang. He could actually ignore her for so long this time. No matter how she called him, he didn't say a word. Even when she hugged him, he still didn't say a word.

As if dumb.

"Jinglang, you've lost weight again."

Tang Ningyue put her arms around his waist, stroking from his waist muscles to his back, and caressing him up and down. Originally, she really wanted to hug him and comfort him, but then her intentions changed.

His body was so comfortable, a thin layer of muscle that was just the right amount, and the height difference allowed her to bury herself in the crook of his neck, pressed against his chest muscles. It was so good that she almost forgot her identity.

It was all because of that absurd dream that made her have such unreasonable thoughts.

Li Jinglang lay motionless in her arms like a puppet, and remained indifferent to whatever Tang Ningyue said. But when her hand slid across his waist, he was clearly tense and his breathing was erratic.

But he could endure it, being incredibly stubborn. Tang Ningyue sighed and looked up at him again.

"What about the overnight grudge you have with your sister?" Tang Ningyue wanted to touch his face again, but he dodged her. Her fingertips rubbed his cheek, leaving a faint pink mark.

Tang Ningyue's hand remained suspended in the air, without any further movement.

He is still angry and hasn't calmed down after such a long time. He is really sad.

Her eyes were fixed on him, following his movements, but he avoided her sight calmly and did not dare to move too much for fear of angering her. Even if he was angry or unhappy, he did not dare to tease her too much.

The skin on Li Jinglang's face was extremely thin, and one could even see faint blue blood vessels. His facial bones were propped up high, as if a gentle bite could pierce the thin skin.

His skin was fair and tender, but there was a dark spot under his eyes due to long-term insomnia. It was not ugly, but it made him look particularly vulnerable.

Tang Ningyue bent her fingers and rubbed the scratch on his face. The pink mark was about to disappear, but she seemed to be reluctant to leave. She kept scratching it gently and softly. It seemed as if there was an electric current coming from her fingertips. Every touch made him hold his breath uncontrollably.

"Li Jinglang, do you really not want to be my brother?" Tang Ningyue deliberately made her words ambiguous and changed the subject.

Li Jinglang's breathing deepened, and the anger went straight to his heart, making his chest hurt. He clenched his teeth involuntarily, holding it in, holding it in tightly.

"Why?" she continued to question.

"You don't like your sister anymore?"

“.....”

Li Jinglang turned his head and met her gaze. He was so angry that his eyelashes trembled.

She was so smart, and after he exposed her words, she lost all her shame and played dumb. Now she came over and turned right into wrong, making it his fault again.

She bullied him, but he couldn't say anything.

If he was asked to throw away his pride and have a big fight with her now, he really couldn't do it. Trying to wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep is stupid.

"......" Li Jinglang's eyes were red, but he didn't notice it. He only felt the irregular breathing rhythm.

Perhaps his appearance pleased her, Tang Ningyue curled her lips, and her red lips formed a beautiful arc.

"What's wrong..." She asked knowingly, and even used her fingers to rub the soft flesh under his eyes, "Are you going to cry?"

“.....”

It's the same again. She wants to brush it off as if nothing happened and provoke him again.

"....Do whatever you want."

It doesn’t matter whether he is a younger brother or something else, she will have to get enough of bullying him like this.

What do you take him for?

"Jinglang..." She grabbed his hand and acted like a spoiled child, it was all fake and false, it was her usual routine. Other men might not see it or pretend to be confused, but he was not a saint, he was more susceptible to this than anyone else.

But now is not the time to compromise. Li Jinglang took a deep breath, held back the tears that were about to burst out, and glanced away, not wanting to receive her signal.

"I'll go help in the kitchen." Li Jinglang grabbed her arms and gently pulled her away, speaking in an overly polite manner, as if he was back to the day when she first arrived in Beining, cold and full of hatred.

“.....”

"Li Jinglang!"

Tang Ningyue stood behind him and called out to him in a loud voice.

The kitchen was semi-open, and the two people standing in the corridor could see the backs of Zhou Su and Xu Qingye in the kitchen. If she spoke a little louder, the two people in the kitchen would rush over to ask what happened.

Li Jinglang stopped and turned around slowly. His eyes were bloodshot and his eye sockets were red.

"If you can't give me anything, don't come near me." His voice was hoarse, and his eyelids could not hold back the tears shaking inside. "I'm not those shameless men out there." He was fooled by her.

He doesn't want any false ambiguity or innocuous intimacy. He is not that cheap.

"Li Jinglang." Tang Ningyue's tone became heavier. She had never thought in her life that she would fall for any man, no matter what their relationship was or what their status was.

"What do you want to do?"

"Sister." She pronounced the two words very firmly, emphasizing each word.

"You..." Tang Ningyue frowned and glared at him.

Looking at her angry expression, he was actually a little happy: "Don't you want to hear this?"

Li Jinglang didn't pause and strode towards the kitchen, leaving only his back, which looked like it would be shattered into pieces if touched.

Tang Ningyue took a deep breath and sneered, not knowing what she was laughing at.

It was obvious that she had always insisted on being his sister, a good sister. Now he seemed to have compromised and done what she wanted, but she was not very happy at all, and even felt a little depressed.

Little bastard...

"I want to see how long you can hold on."

“.....”-

After the quarrel, the two of them ate the New Year's Eve dinner awkwardly.

Li Jinglang overestimated his ability. He was extremely tough in front of Tang Ningyue and said so many harsh words. He felt a thousand times worse than her. Fortunately, he turned around in time and did not shed a tear in front of her.

Although he was extremely sad, he felt relieved. He was satisfied to see Tang Ningyue's unhappy expression. He even calculated in his heart how long it would take to reconcile with her.

He couldn't forgive her so quickly. She had hurt him like this. It was because he was too tolerant of her that she treated him like this and hurt his heart again and again.

It's just that he still had too high expectations for himself and too low expectations for her, and he thought everything was so beautiful.

Treat Tang Ningyue as a good person too.

He knew she was heartless, but he didn't expect her to take him so lightly.

From the moment she sat down in the restaurant, she had been chatting with everyone with a smile on her face, and Tang Ningyue's mood was not affected by him for a long time. On the contrary, he couldn't smile at all, and was even sad and uncomfortable.

It was obvious that he had the upper hand in the argument just now.

Li Jinglang thought she was just pretending to be happy. How could someone get over their emotions so quickly? He was so troubled that he needed to take medicine and be hospitalized for treatment. How could she recover so quickly? It was impossible.

"Jinglang, why are you just looking there? Come and try the food." Xu Qing also noticed that something was wrong with him, and coaxed him with a smile, bringing his mind back to normal.

Just like when he was young and was caught daydreaming in class, Li Jinglang lowered his head guiltily and adjusted his mood before returning his gaze to the New Year's Eve dinner. Although the aroma was fragrant, he could not smell it much and felt it was tasteless.

"Try this fish and see if your brother Qingye's cooking skills have improved." Xu Qingye smiled and pointed to the plate of sweet and sour fish on the table. "You said the sauce was too sweet last time, so I adjusted it this time. Give it a try."

The plate of fish was on the other side of the round table, next to Tang Ningyue's hand, a little far away from him. Xu Qing also wanted to turn the turntable to transfer the fish to Li Jinglang, but Tang Ningyue took the lead, pressed the turntable with her hand, and used the strength to pick up a piece of fish from the plate and put it in Li Jinglang's plate.

She smiled as if nothing had happened just now: "Try it."

The fish piece dipped in sweet and sour sauce fell into the white enamel plate. The sticky sauce slid down, sticky and wet, and it felt exactly the same as when he was talking to her. Li Jinglang felt numb holding the wooden piece under her gaze, but finally he had to put the fish piece into his mouth under her gaze and chewed it mechanically, as if he was completing a task that had to be completed.

The fish was obviously full of oil and sauce, but he couldn't taste anything, and a small bone on the fish got stuck in his throat.

Li Jinglang covered his mouth and couldn't help coughing, his face flushed red. Tang Ningyue was the first to react. She hurriedly stood up and patted his back and poured him a glass of warm water.

The small thorns that were not softened were swallowed up with just two sips of water, but the redness on his face was still there and had not gone away.

"You kid, why are you in such a hurry when you don't even pick out the thorns before eating?" Zhou Su scolded him when he saw this, and picked up another piece, peeled off the thorns before putting it on his plate.

"It's my fault, it's my fault." Xu Qing also looked at Li Jinglang apologetically, "I didn't fry the fish thoroughly."

"fine..."

Li Jinglang recovered. Tang Ningyue had not returned to her seat yet. Her hand was still on his back to help him breathe. She was too close to him, and the faint fragrance from her body once again penetrated his nostrils. The fragrance was familiar, and it seemed that it was not the smell of perfume, but the smell of the bottle of shower gel she gave him.

She has many bottles of shower gel of this brand and this scent. She likes the scent very much, so she gave him a few bottles when she received the express delivery. Now she still likes the scent, but she doesn't allow him to use it, and she will throw away the remaining half bottle.

She had been so mean to him, but now she was trying to help him, looking very nervous.

Sometimes he tightens the rope and sometimes he loosens it. This is not care, let alone love. This is just playing with him like a dog.

Hot and cold, sometimes close, sometimes far away, slapping and kissing, how many men did she have to cultivate this skill?

He secretly hated her and kept poking the fish pieces in the bowl with the chopsticks in his hand. His movements were caught by her eyes.

Li Jinglang noticed her gaze and put down his chopsticks at her faint smile.

"Yue'er, please sit down." Zhou Su said, telling her not to worry. "Just eat your food and don't worry about him."

"It's okay, Aunt Zhou." Tang Ningyue smiled gently. She always had a good reputation among the elders. "I'm close, I can just help him find fault. Aunt Zhou, don't worry about it. Let's eat."

"You are the only one who is so patient with him." Zhou Su smiled, the doting in his eyes almost overflowing.

"You're mistaken. I always bully Jing Lang."

Tang Ningyue smiled and told the truth as a joke, but no one believed her, and even the person involved felt humiliated.

“…”

Li Jinglang didn't say anything, gave up the fish in the bowl, didn't want to make any eye contact with her, and pretended to be busy and picked up the meatballs on the table.

This time, Tang Ningyue didn't press the turntable again, but considerately turned the meatball soup in front of him.

“.....”

He ignored her and didn't dare to speak, so he had to continue what he was doing.

But he felt uncomfortable when she looked at him, and his hands seemed to be out of control. The meatball he had just picked up slipped from his chopsticks and fell into the plate, and the soup splashed onto the table. He pursed his lips and looked at her, meeting her gaze directly.

Tang Ningyue's eyes were as sharp as torches, as if she was provoking, mocking, and showing off.

He couldn't even breathe straightly as she stared at him. He just couldn't win her over even once. From childhood to adulthood, he had never been able to succeed.

She couldn't pick up the meatballs on the plate no matter how hard she tried, and they kept slipping out of her chopsticks until she caught the fish ball and it fell smoothly into his bowl.

"fool."

She smiled at him with a doting tone, but it frightened him.

She was going to deal with him, Li Jinglang was certain.

He knew her too well. Even though they hadn't seen each other for so many years, she was still the same as when she was a child. If he made her unhappy, she would never give up and she would never let him go.

It's just that when they were young, everyone was just a child, and she would only punish him in a childish way, such as not playing with him, ignoring him, or directly bullying him, but now everyone has grown up, and she has many secrets that he doesn't know.

He didn't know what she would do.

But he knew that she would spend a lot of time on him, which was something other men didn't have. She put a lot of thought into it, even though it was a punishment for him.

.....

He might really be ill, but since he can't be cured, let him continue to collapse.

He had already been abandoned by her twice, it couldn't get any worse.

Even those childhood memories that he treasured, she might have forgotten them completely long ago.

It won't be more sad.