Shen Zhaozhao was completely dumbfounded.
What is this person mumbling about?
One minute it's a stand-in, the next it's Pei Lang, then 300,000 spirit stones become half a month's output from the Nine Nether Mine, and finally it inexplicably announces its anger, only to secretly give an explanation later.
She felt a throbbing sensation in her temples, and a sudden surge of inexplicable irritability rose up, making her feel tightness in her chest.
This frustration came on suddenly and inexplicably, partly because Xie Linyuan was clinging to his lousy script and wouldn't let go of the role of "the poor little thing who was ruined by a heartless man," endlessly and endlessly!
The other part... was like a tiny ice needle, silently piercing a corner of her heart.
What if... these aren't just Xie Linyuan's wild imaginations?
What if he wasn't just rambling on about a script, but genuinely mistook someone for someone else?
What if the "heartless man" he described, who slept with him and then forgot about him, really existed?
Once this thought popped into her head, it was like a leech, gnawing at her heart and making the evil fire in her heart burn even brighter, mixed with a kind of suffocation that she herself couldn't quite understand.
no?
Why should she have to listen to him, in that abandoned, resentful tone, accusing another person of their crimes?
She, Shen Zhaozhao, may be ruthless and vicious, but she has no interest in taking the blame for someone who pops up out of nowhere!
Shen Zhaozhao clicked her tongue, her voice carrying a hint of gunpowder she herself didn't realize, abruptly interrupting Xie Linyuan's arrogant "I'm giving you a chance, but you'd better cherish it" attitude.
"OK."
She took a step forward, almost stepping on Xie Linyuan's robe, tilting her head back like a cat whose territory had been invaded: "You keep saying that I slept with you, so tell me, when and how did I sleep with you?"
Xie Linyuan was taken aback by her sudden, furious question. He stared at her in astonishment, as if he didn't understand where her anger came from.
Seeing that he remained silent, Shen Zhaozhao assumed he was guilty, and the anger in her heart burned even brighter. She sneered, "You've been rambling on for so long, so persistent. You must remember all the details very well, right? Surely you can answer such a simple question, huh?"
The already chilling aura emanating from the man suddenly intensified.
Xie Linyuan practically gritted his teeth, each word carrying a bone-chilling coldness and a humiliated rage: "You want details?"
Ask him to recount in his own words that experience, which he described as chaotic, out of control, yet... unforgettable.
To put him in such a wretched situation?
She...hates him to this extent?
However, just as his anger was about to reach its peak, Murong Xiao's earlier words flashed through Xie Linyuan's mind without warning—
Although Senior Sister Zhao Zhao is immoral, she has never denied the things she has done.
Could it be that my senior sister... has something gone wrong with her memories or something?
These two sentences were like ice water poured into boiling oil. Xie Linyuan's anger and humiliation suddenly stopped, and his eyes, which had been brewing a storm, suddenly froze, with a clear look of astonishment flashing in them.
Could it be... that she really doesn't remember?
So... all the entanglements, tests, and anxieties he's experienced over this long period of time, the jealousy that almost overwhelmed him, and even his childish and ridiculous act of announcing "anger" and "giving a chance" just now... were all just his own chaotic mess.
Only he regarded the light and shadow, the touch, and even the uncontrollable palpitations of that night as evidence that was unforgettable and deeply etched in his memory.
"..."
The terrifying pressure emanating from Xie Linyuan, which was so immense it seemed to crush the very space around him, vanished abruptly like the receding tide.
It wasn't that he had restrained himself, but rather a complete dissipation after feeling utterly disheartened.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his thick, long eyelashes like folded black butterflies casting a small, dim shadow under his pale eyes, perfectly concealing all the turbulent, shattered emotions within, leaving only a near-death, utterly despondent silence.
His tall figure still stood there, but it seemed as if only a cold and beautiful empty shell remained.
Shen Zhaozhao was holding her breath, waiting for him to refute her, waiting for him to continue his "substitute literature" rhetoric, so that she could fiercely refute him with facts!
But what she got was not the more intense argument she had expected, but Xie Linyuan's aura suddenly extinguished, and his ghostly appearance as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
凸(艹皿艹)！
She actually guessed right?
Does he really think of himself as that guy who appeared out of nowhere, slept with him, and then dumped him?
A surge of emotion, whether it was anger or some other bitter feeling, suddenly rushed to the top of her head, burning so intensely that Shen Zhaozhao's eyes swelled up.
She suddenly reached out, grabbed Xie Linyuan's shirt, and pulled him forcefully toward herself!
They dare to make her take the blame?!
Xie Linyuan was currently immersed in that desolate icy plain where "only I remember it," his heart was ashen, and he could hardly muster any thought of resisting the pull of the outside world.
He even leaned forward slightly with the force, like a beautiful puppet that had lost its strings.
However, the next second, Shen Zhaozhao's warm fingers inevitably brushed against his slightly cool collarbone skin due to the force, and that sudden, delicate touch was like a tiny spark thrown into a dead, icy field.
Xie Linyuan's unfocused pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
His dormant mind seemed to be suddenly illuminated by this insignificant touch. A deep-seated, almost forgotten sense of tremor surged up from the touched skin, spreading like wildfire and instantly engulfing his entire body.
He tensed up almost instinctively, his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and a faint, dark light flickered in the depths of his previously lifeless eyes.
Xie Linyuan not only did not want to resist, but even... wanted her to get closer.
Shen Zhaozhao was completely unaware of this. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and got even angrier when she saw the person in front of her looking "heartbroken".
She gripped his collar, about to yell at him, "Cheer up! It's just a woman, is it really that big of a deal?" But before she could finish speaking, Shen Zhaozhao's gaze was suddenly drawn to his collar, which had been slightly open due to the tugging.
Beneath the dark brocade robe, her fair, jade-like skin was faintly visible, and her sleek, powerful chest frame revealed sharp, distinct collarbones.
And just a short distance below the collarbone, a small, pale, yet lifelike lotus pattern is quietly imprinted on it.
The lotus pattern...
Shen Zhaozhao's eyes widened instantly, and her breath caught in her throat.
etc!
This mark!
She...she looks...somewhat familiar!
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