"Let him in." Long Jingyu's tone was slightly unpleasant.
He was very curious about what Wei Qing had said to Sang Jiang that made her have such suicidal thoughts. Although he hadn't had much contact with Sang Jiang, he could tell that she was a very confident person who valued her life.
Soon, Wei Qing was playing with two walnuts, turning them back and forth. His white hair shimmered silver in the sunlight, and his peach blossom eyes looked at Sang Jiang with great interest.
Sang Jiang finally saw him clearly. Yesterday, because it was too dark, she could only see that he was very white by the moonlight, that pale face.
His purple pupils startled Sang Jiang slightly; it was clear that they weren't colored contact lenses.
"Little Jiang, you're so boring."
His words, like the man himself, were somewhat pale and frivolous.
Sang Jiang was now somewhat unwilling to talk to him, yet also a little afraid of him. Her pupils trembled, and she remained silent.
Wei Qing seemed to understand her thoughts, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "Don't worry, it's a fact that no one can change the fact that you are Xiao Jiang Jiang, and you can't go back like this."
Sang Jiang: ...
So this man knew she wasn't the real Sang Jiang?
But what he meant was that she would be Sang Jiang from now on, right? So she couldn't go back. This guy was just telling her not to waste her energy.
The two were completely unaware that while they were exchanging cryptic remarks, one of the men's faces had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Sang Jiang laughed self-deprecatingly. How could she, a person from the 21st century, believe in such superstitious and supernatural things?
Seeing her alternating between crying and laughing, Long Jingyu turned her gaze to Wei Qing.
Wei Qing touched his nose, avoiding his gaze, and coughed lightly twice: "Heavenly secrets, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."
Seemingly used to his rambling, mysterious manner, Long Jingyu shifted her gaze away from him.
He picked up the porcelain bowl from the low table next to him and looked at Sang Jiang: "Drink your medicine."
Sang Jiang blinked and pinched her nose in refusal.
You should know that she feels nauseous at the smell of medicine, let alone taking it.
Long Jingyu patiently looked at her for a while, then said, "Sweetie, if you don't drink it now, it'll get cold."
His voice was a little stiff, and even his words were stammering.
Wei Qing stared at him in disbelief, his purple pupils gleaming with a faint light.
How could Long Jingyu say such a thing? He would never have believed it if he hadn't heard it with his own ears.
Sang Jiang blushed and looked at Long Jingyu, who was also extremely surprised by what Long Jingyu had said.
Feeling a little embarrassed by their stares, Long Jingyu touched his nose, his ears turning slightly red. In fact, even he himself hadn't expected to say such a thing.
"Ahem." He coughed lightly twice and then said, "I'll give you this after you finish drinking."
As she spoke, she took a candied fruit from the low table and waved it in front of Sang Jiang.
Sang Jiang: ...
Are you comforting a child?
Sang Jiang glanced at Long Jingyu and then at Wei Qing. The two of them seemed to be saying, "You're not leaving unless you drink this." She then looked at the bowl of dark, murky medicine, picked it up, and downed it in one gulp.
A bitter taste instantly spread through her mouth, but before she could savor it, something sweet entered her mouth.
Sang Jiang subconsciously licked her lips, and Long Jingyu's finger, which hadn't had time to retract, was touched by her lick.
Sang Jiang didn't feel it because she had candy in her mouth, but Long Jingyu definitely felt her tongue sweep across his fingertips. The soft sensation made him feel like he was being electrocuted.
He quickly withdrew his finger, but his ears turned even redder, much to his dismay.
Wei Qing looked at his bright red earlobes with a puzzled expression and asked, "Eighth Prince, why are your ears so red?"
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