Ning Qiluo used to only focus on her studies and was not very romantic.
Now that she has amnesia, she has even less of a romantic connection.
When Jiang Yingchi said those words to her, she heard a completely different meaning.
So her first reaction was to push Jiang Yingchi away and say to him, "Don't say you're not calm, I'm not calm either. I can't calm down when I think about how you haven't compensated me for my medical expenses."
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
After she finished speaking, Ning Qiluo urged him again, "My account hasn't been active at all. When are you going to transfer the compensation for my medical expenses to me?"
At this moment, Jiang Yingchi had only one thought in her mind: all her sincerity had been wasted.
“I am your fiancé,” he said.
The fiancé is exempt from compensation?
You wish!
This time, Ning Qiluo was very confident: "As long as we are not married, it is not joint property. Besides, there is an old saying that even brothers should keep clear accounts."
Jiang Yingchi had nothing to say.
He poured himself a glass of water.
Sit down and have some water to calm down.
Ning Qiluo realized that he wouldn't leave tonight, so she took her script and sat down opposite him, wanting to have a good talk with him: "Jiang Yingchi, it's not right for you to keep coming to my house."
He didn't say anything; he was angry with her.
Ning Qiluo opened the first page of the script, pretended to glance at it, but didn't actually read a single word: "I have amnesia now, and I can't remember anything from before. I think you should give me a buffer period so that I can slowly get used to the fact that you are my fiancé. The more anxious you are, the more I resist."
And what was the next sentence again?
The more you resist, the more excited I get! Forget it, Jiang Yingchi, please don't get excited!
She finished speaking.
Jiang Yingchi looked up at her.
Silence means disagreement.
You can tell just by looking at that sour face.
“Well then,” Ning Qiluo tried to reason with him, “could you tell me before you come to my house each time? Otherwise, if I come back and see a man in my house every time, I might get scared and develop health problems over time. I’m still so young, I don’t want to die young.”
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
Everything around was quiet.
After a long while, Jiang Yingchi finally responded with an "Mmm".
The representative agrees.
Ning Qiluo's face lit up with joy: "Then it's settled. You have to let me know every time you come from now on."
Jiang Yingchi looked directly at Ning Qiluo, her eyes, like mist parting, were deep and unfathomable, and said softly, "If I come every day and tell you the same thing every day, are you sure you won't get annoyed?"
"..."
Ning Qiluo's joyful expression froze instantly.
Do you come every day?
Looking at his expression, there was absolutely no room for further bargaining; his expression clearly indicated that he had already made a significant concession.
However, Ning Qiluo felt that it would be better if he had told her before coming than to come so quietly, otherwise he would scare her every time.
She didn't want to drink Meng Po soup at such a young age.
It was past ten o'clock when I finally got to the time.
Ning Qiluo yawned repeatedly, feeling extremely sleepy. Seeing that the other person was sitting there motionless like an old monk in meditation, Ning Qiluo felt a little like giving up.
"Jiang Yingchi, aren't you sleepy?"
He seemed not to hear.
Ignoring her, Ning Qiluo didn't dare to climb into bed to sleep, so she pouted and picked up the script to read.
I managed to understand a tiny bit of it.
Upon seeing the section about the female lead's character design, Ning Qiluo muttered to herself, "The character I'm playing gets a bit of a jerk later on. How can I portray a jerk woman well?"
Jiang Yingchi, who had been silent for a while, suddenly looked at her with deep eyes: "Just tone it down a bit."
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