Of course, it's just disgust!
In the original story, Shang Yanting was very clear-headed; he knew how much he hated this person and how much he wanted to kill him!
In a secret room unknown to anyone.
The walls were covered with portraits.
Smiling, frowning, deep in thought… each expression and posture is different. The only thing they have in common is that he is painting the same person. It's that woman who claims to be a medicine-delivering boy, the one he hates to the core!
Whenever he couldn't contain his resentment, he would come and draw a picture. Some were hanging on the wall, some were carelessly thrown on the floor, some were placed on the bookshelf…
Shang Yanting looked at the smiling face in the portrait, unable to conceal his anger. With a wave of his hand, the exquisite portrait was shattered.
She shouldn't be so happy.
What should we do?
Pain, fear, pleading, despair!
The Xuan paper was spread out on the table, and the calligraphy brushes on the desk were moved around. With a flick of the brush in Shang Yanting's hand, a human figure appeared on the paper.
As Shang Yanting's pen moved, the pattern on the drawing paper gradually changed. She was wearing the clothes of the woman from today, sitting sideways on the ground, obediently bowing her head and lying beside his legs.
Then what?
His fingertips traced her cheek again, gently touching her slightly flushed face, then his index finger parted her lips and entered her mouth...
Snap—
The paintbrush snapped the moment it touched her crimson lips, and Shang Yanting felt his breath catch in his throat and his body become hot. He slammed his hand on the table, shattering it into pieces, along with the obscene painting.
"You bastard!"
He frowned, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing for a moment to suppress the restless feeling.
There's no doubt he loathed and hated that woman. So why did that situation occur just now?
—Wan, Zhi!
Killing Wan Zhi and absorbing all his power would not be without a price.
He recalled what Manzhi had said before he died.
What kind of tricks can a dead person pull?
Shang Yanting coldly stepped over the shattered painting paper. He wanted to see how these things could control him and what price he would pay!
##
Jia Xitong, far away in another world, had no idea that both of her forms were hated to death by the original author, Xiao Shang. She was currently busy making peace buckles.
"Wrap the rope around one more time, and the knot will be inside the jade."
The person who taught her was Meiji.
According to Meiji, in her hometown, people would give their sweethearts a peace charm in mid-August to pray for their well-being.
According to Meiji, the better the story is told, the more peaceful the year will be for your beloved.
Raccoons don't know how to be romantic, but they are prone to falling in love.
Her craftsmanship isn't great, but she's rich. While others compare craftsmanship, she compares jade. There's always one that's good, so our standards change accordingly—the better and more expensive the jade, the more peaceful the year will be for our beloved.
Meiji couldn't help but applaud the raccoon's clever use of the rules (just kidding).
"I've finished coding!"
Jia Xitong held up the knot she had made, and it looked quite decent.
"Once it's finished, just send it to His Excellency."
Meiji looked at her and smiled gently, "With Xitong's care, I believe Your Majesty will recover soon."
"I also think my host will get better soon."
Jia Xitong nodded.
As the male protagonist of this novel, he has been offline for far too long!
"By the way, Meiji, where is your hometown?"
Upon hearing Meiji's words, Jia Xitong immediately remembered, "The Merfolk?"
---Aside---
Four thousand is my last act of defiance.
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