"Go to sleep," Xie Jingrun glanced at him and said matter-of-factly.
Rong Qingqing looked at him with a dark expression, "Is your bed broken?" He actually came all the way to her room to sleep, are you kidding me?
Xie Jingrun sensed the sarcasm in her words, frowned, and got up to walk towards her.
Rong Qingqing had just taken a step back when something hit her on the head.
"Thump!"
"You've only just recovered from your injuries, and you've already forgotten who you are?" Xie Jingrun scoffed, looking down at her.
Rong Qingqing touched her head, feeling a little weak upon hearing this. Well, it was this jerk who saved her.
Her attitude towards her savior was indeed somewhat lacking.
but
"Have you forgotten who I was injured because of?" she muttered under her breath, quite indignant.
Xie Jingrun was stunned for a moment, then he remembered the scene in the woods that day when she hugged him without hesitation and shielded him from the darts.
He pursed his lips. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and likely refers to a website or online platform.)
Although he was restrained and unable to dodge the assassin's dart in time that day because he had to take care of her, she did not hesitate to block the dart for him when danger came.
If she really hated him that much, why would she risk her life to stand in front of him?
Perhaps she herself didn't realize what her actions meant?
Thinking of this, he smiled and looked at her with delight.
As soon as Rong Qingqing finished speaking, she felt that his gaze on her was strange.
She blinked, about to scrutinize his expression, when he suddenly took two steps closer, trapping her between the table and himself.
"I haven't forgotten, I will always remember." He placed his hands on the table, leaned over to look at her, and a soft light seemed to flash in his deep, cold eyes.
Rong Qingqing was stunned for a moment. Hearing his serious tone, she felt a little awkward. She frowned and said hesitantly, "Actually, Lord Marquis, you don't need to take it so seriously. You saved me too, so we're even."
“But some things can never be reconciled.” Xie Jingrun looked at her meaningfully.
Rong Qingqing felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, and the atmosphere made her feel uneasy. Just as she was about to break the silence, she suddenly noticed that his hand was resting on the edge of the table, holding a book.
And this was clearly the "weapon" that had just hit her.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Yanran's storybook.
Thinking of something, she squinted and said incredulously, "You didn't do anything today, just lay on my bed reading storybooks, did you?" Could he be any more irresponsible?
He's the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard! It's unbelievable that he'd be reading such sentimental stuff.
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun straightened up, unconcerned by her question. He smiled slightly and said, "I've already finished reading it. It's quite well written." With that, he handed the book back to her.
Rong Qingqing frowned and took it from her hand. "I didn't write it..."
Xie Jingrun glanced at her without saying anything, but his expression clearly showed disbelief.
Rong Qingqing: "..."
She took a deep breath and, somewhat weary, reiterated, "I really didn't write it."
"Who wrote it is not important," Xie Jingrun said calmly.
"It wasn't written by me in the first place." Rong Qingqing frowned. Was he ever going to stop? "I would never write something like this."
Xie Jingrun looked at her with an expression that seemed to see right through her, his gaze indifferent, and he remained silent.
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