"Zhou Lang, let me explain." The more I stepped forward, the colder his gaze became, causing me to back away.
To be honest, I really hate that look in his eyes; it sends chills down my spine.
Okay, you've developed a temper.
"You used to be all lovey-dovey with that Ye Ling'er, and I didn't mind, but you're pretending to be stupid and throwing a tantrum at me first! Humph! I'm angry now!"
I turned away, pretending to be angry.
"Hey, you two had a fight?" Ye Chen, who was tied to the stool, grinned and peeked at me.
I was so angry that I kicked Ye Chen to the ground, making him fall flat on his back: "Get lost, you jinx!"
Then he stormed out.
Ye Chen wailed on the ground, while Zhou Lang stood there blankly, his expression unreadable.
After I came out, I turned around and glanced at the door: "They didn't even chase after me to coax me, which made me even angrier."
I sat angrily on the stone bench in the courtyard, feeling very frustrated.
"Ouch, you guys are really ruthless." Not long after, I heard Ye Chen groaning on the ground again.
After Zhou Lang walked out of the main room with a dark face, he didn't even glance at me before turning back into his bedroom.
"Tch!" I scoffed through my nose. You've spoiled me rotten. You've got a terrible temper.
"Miss Ahua, could you please help me untie myself?"
"Ahua?"
"..."
"Ahua?"
"..."
"Ahua?"
"..."
"Ah Hua? Ah Hua? Ah Hua? Ah Hua? Ah Hua?"
Ye Chen kept screaming incessantly in the main room like a ghost calling for its soul, which really annoyed me.
I rushed into the house.
"Bang! Bang!" Ye Chen was given a brutal beating with punches and kicks.
My hand hurt from hitting him. After venting my anger, I sat down on the ground not far away without caring about my image.
Ye Chen was beaten black and blue, his hands were bound by rope, and he could only grin and wink at me: "When I first saw you, I thought you were a gentle and beautiful girl, but I never expected you to be so rude!"
I glared at him with murderous intent.
"Look, look, girls shouldn't always be so fierce. They should be gentle and elegant. You should know that this Zhou Lang must have been a rigid and pedantic Taoist priest from ten thousand years ago before he became an immortal. The type of girl he likes is a delicate and sweet young lady."
Ye Chen seemed to know him very well, and gave me some pointers.
"What? You know him very well?" I squinted at him.
"I know more about it than you do," Ye Chen said proudly to me without reservation.
"You don't look delicate at all to me." I looked him up and down. Could it be that Wen Heng likes Ye Chen's appearance?
"Although I look the same as Ye Ling'er, our personalities are completely different, and we are now two different individuals. I have no homosexual tendencies, and my heart still belongs to you," Ye Chen said shamelessly.
"Back in the day, Wen Heng was such a rigid and old-fashioned kid, but I, Ye Chen, am different. I don't mind Ahua's past and her vulgarity. Why don't you take me in?" Ye Chen shamelessly dragged the chair toward me with his eyes full of lust.
"Hiss." I shivered, got goosebumps all over, and quickly stood up to get away from him.
"Or I wouldn't mind being your second wife and treating you well!" Ye Chen continued shamelessly, speaking loudly.
One woman serving two husbands, how could he even think of that?
If Zhou Yu is indeed the rigid and pedantic Wen Heng he was before he became an immortal.
In his eyes, at this moment, am I just a woman who casually gives her body to other men?
But I gave it to more than just him, so why is he looking at me like that?
I get angry just thinking about it.
I feigned a response to Ye Chen: "Sigh, since my Zhou Lang despises me so much, I have no face to face him. Young Master Ye, do you really not mind my past?"
"I don't mind, of course I don't mind." Ye Chen, that sycophant, responded quickly.
"..."
There was no response.
Why is Zhou Yu acting like this again?
In my haste, I kicked open Zhou Lang's room door, only to find him calmly sitting cross-legged on the bed.
Sit cross-legged in meditation! Meditate!
How did the person who used to have eyes and heart full of me suddenly become so indifferent?
"Young Master Zhou, with such refined tastes, you can even meditate here?" I said to him with a hint of jealousy.
He still ignored me, remaining silent like a block of wood.
In the end, I could only slam the door and leave in a huff.
I couldn't hear what Ye Chen was still yelling about.
I just felt like he was barking like a dog, it was really annoying.
I found a rag and stuffed his mouth shut again, no longer caring whether he lived or died.
The world is much quieter now.
As night fell, I brazenly stepped into Zhou Lang's room.
He was lying on the bed with his back to me, and I felt even more resentful: "He actually has the mind to sleep."
I casually took off my coat and shoes and lay down in the spot opposite him.
When I leaned over to look at him, he looked down at me with his eyes closed.
Just as I was about to reach out and try to pry open his eyes to tease him, he suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed my hand in mid-air.
I winked at him and smiled, "Still angry?"
To my surprise, he went even further and shook off my hand, crossed his arms, lowered his eyes, and closed them.
"What are you so angry about? That's all in the past. In the end, I still chose you. Besides, aren't you and Wen Heng the same person? You're not now, but you will become his in the future." I continued to argue.
After he finished speaking, Zhou Lang finally opened his eyes and stared intently at me. I thought he had calmed down.
Thinking that nothing can be solved with a kiss, I pouted and couldn't help but tilt my head up to press my lips towards his.
To my surprise, he turned his head and dodged, leaving me awkwardly missing my target.
"Do you really care about me?" Zhou Lang finally asked.
"If I didn't care, would I shamelessly come here to coax you?"
I didn't understand why he was nagging like a woman, going on and on. I was almost losing my patience and my tone became a little impatient.
"Everyone else it's the young husband coaxing the young wife, how come it's me, the young wife, coaxing you, a grown man?"
"Really? Then would you be willing if I smashed this flowerpot today?" Zhou Lang suddenly got out of bed, walked barefoot to the window, held the shimmering flower in his palm, and asked me.
"Zhou Lang, calm down? Put the flowers down and we can talk things out." I sat up in surprise, trying to soothe him.
"I know that the Venerable Wenheng lives here. Ah Hua, if you had to choose between this pot of flowers and Zhou Lang today, what would you choose?"
I'm puzzled; I don't know why I hate being forced to make choices like this.
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