Chapter 52, Sang Ji: We're Just Friends
"I asked you to embroider mandarin ducks, not some dumb chicken. Have you never seen mandarin ducks before?" Sang Ji's expression was cold and sharp. "Are you really that unwilling?"
Liu Jiao lowered her eyes and stopped flying the wire.
He didn't want to make a fool of himself anymore.
Even with preparation,
My heart was still stung.
She opened her mouth, but still said sincerely, "Sang Ji, I feel that today is the Flower Moon Festival. You and I are just friends. Embroidering mandarin ducks and giving gifts are not appropriate for our relationship."
Liu Jiao looked at him and reminded him.
Her voice was very free and easy.
So much so that it became calm.
Sang Ji suddenly stopped talking, which was full of anger.
His tightly furrowed brows paused for a moment, as if he had just recovered from his anger.
Okay, friend.
Sang Ji suddenly turned his head away and said nothing more.
The imposing figure suddenly disappeared from Liu Jiao's sight.
Sang Ji is gone.
Before leaving, he turned his back and said:
"As you said, our marriage is nothing more than a marriage of convenience."
The room fell silent.
Liu Jiao let out two big breaths and rushed off the bed to Sui Sui's side to comfort her.
Sang Ji... is gone.
A sense of relief welled up inside me.
That's enough, that's enough.
fine.
Try to minimize contact with him.
It is also a way to liberate oneself.
Her ability to keep a straight face is an improvement.
From now on, she and he will be like that.
Just like a friend.
Like a casual acquaintance who meets by chance.
Then, strangers.
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A gentle night breeze was blowing.
A summer breeze gently swept across the pomegranate leaves, and the fully green pomegranate leaves, with their edges slightly curled and yellowed, slowly fell to the ground without leaving a trace.
Sang Ji will sleep in the mansion tonight.
He had closed his eyes, covered himself with the blanket, and was fast asleep. His phoenix eyes were closed, and his hand remained pressed on the sword at his waist. He was waiting for his chance to strike.
Suddenly, a strange sound was heard on the bed.
Someone got into bed.
Sang Ji suddenly gripped his sword tightly, his narrow, sharp phoenix eyes fixed on the newcomer—
At the same time, the familiar aroma of Maojian tea lingered around him, and soft fingertips accidentally brushed against his arm.
Sang Ji then saw Liu Jiao wearing a thin undergarment, leaning against his couch.
Sang Ji's vigilance vanished in an instant.
He glanced at her, then suddenly curled his lips into a mocking smile, a look that was both sorrowful and sarcastic: "You weren't just uncaring towards me? We're friends, aren't we?"
"Then what are you doing here?"
His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of mockery crept into his eyes.
how,
Do you want to resort to seduction to beg for reconciliation, just like you did before?
It even got to the point of climbing into someone's bed.
Before he finished speaking, Liu Jiao had already reached past him and touched the blanket on the inside of Sang Ji's body.
Afterwards, she picked up the blanket, said nothing, and simply turned and left.
Sang Ji: "..."
His sarcastic smile froze.
Sang Ji's voice tightened slightly: "Where are you going?"
Liu Jiao: "Go sleep in the cubicle."
Sang Ji paused for a moment, then said, "The cubicle is so hot it'll give you heat rash all over."
Liu Jiao: "It's nothing, I'm sensitive to the cold."
Sang Ji stopped lying comfortably on the bed with his arm as a pillow and got up directly, sitting up straight on the bed and looking at Liu Jiao's back.
He watched her walk towards the cubicle without turning around, carrying the blanket with him.
For him, staying with her was wrong, but leaving her was also wrong.
She wasn't trying to seduce him, nor was she begging for reconciliation; she was coming to get her own blankets and to separate from him.
The room was so quiet that you could hear the rustling of leaves, but soon the sound of cicadas began to play again.
The cicadas' song has stopped.
He heard her soft breathing.
After a long while, Sang Ji lightly got up and moved closer to the cubicle.
Water dripping from the clepsydra.
Sang Ji saw that she was sweating profusely on the small bed, and her brows were furrowed.
He took a deep breath.
He angrily picked her up gently, shielded her head, and lifted her arm around the curtain.
Put her back in his and her double bed.
The blanket is all over me.
He rolled up his blanket and tossed it carelessly into the cubicle.
She curled up in her small bed.
Lights out, go to sleep.
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Author's note: What goes around comes around, Brother Sang! [heart emoji]
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