"When I'm feeling down, I'll ask you one question: did you ever like Lu Yiyi?" Jiang Qing wiped away her tears and asked, trying to sound strong.
Although she tried her best to appear calm and nonchalant, her slightly trembling hands betrayed Jiang Qing's true feelings.
No matter how much she tries to hide it, she still cares. Shen Shi's feelings for Lu Yiyi are an obstacle she can't overcome no matter what.
Jiang Qing stared intently at Chen Shi, feeling both nervous and conflicted. She wanted to know the answer to this question, yet she was also afraid that knowing the answer would break her heart.
If it weren't for the pressure of reality, Jiang Qing wouldn't have linked the names Shen Shi and Lu Yiyi together.
But escaping won't solve the problem. Her tear-stained eyelashes, like butterflies spreading their wings in the morning dew, fluttered for a moment under the green shade of the trees before blinking gently.
Jiang Qing, who had been crying all day, had washed off all the makeup from her face. Her fair and delicate face looked as innocent as a newborn baby. She spoke softly to Chen Shi, "Tell the truth, don't lie to me."
Finally, at this moment, the sword that had been hanging overhead finally fell.
Since coming into this world, Shen Shi has tried his best to avoid this problem.
He did indeed have feelings for Lu Yiyi and gave her a birthday gift just a few days ago. These are undeniable facts. If he were to deny them now to appease Jiang Qing, it would be a ticking time bomb he planted himself.
Even though the problem was almost unsolvable, Chen Shi desperately wanted to escape and try to cover it up.
But reality is often what you fear most; fate won't give him that chance, and neither will Jiang Qing.
A strong premonition told Shen Shi that his past feelings for Lu Yiyi would be the final straw that broke the camel's back in his relationship with Jiang Qing.
At this moment, Shen Shi's face was ashen, like an ICU patient, or a death row inmate about to be slowly tortured.
Shen wanted to reach out and pull Jiang Qing, trying to bring a little comfort to his empty heart, but before his hand could even touch the hem of Jiang Qing's clothes, it was ruthlessly brushed away by her.
Shen Shi clenched his fists lightly, as if trying to grasp something, but it was all in vain.
"Qingqing." Shen Shi called out softly to Jiang Qing. His voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a desperate gambler.
However, his voice did not earn Jiang Qing's attention. Looking at her cold and hard profile, he lowered his eyelashes in a moment of dejection.
If his friends who know him well saw this scene, they would definitely exclaim in surprise.
I never expected this! I never expected this! Even when the sky is falling and you're using it as a blanket, and you don't care about anything, there's actually a moment of such humility.
Shen Shi didn't feel inferior at all; on the contrary, he thought it was all something he deserved. His only worry was that Jiang Qing would be unable to accept it and would be heartbroken.
He stammered, as if afraid of shattering the fragile person before him: "This answer might hurt you... but I can't lie..."
As he spoke, the color drained from Jiang Qing's face little by little.
Even he, who is usually quick-witted, has moments when he can't organize his thoughts and doesn't even know what he's rambling on about.
"I see."
Fortunately, Jiang Qing interrupted him, rescuing Shen Shi from his predicament of not knowing what to do.
By this point, even a fool should understand.
Shen Shi really likes Lu Yiyi.
All the thoughts converge into this one sentence.
Jiang Qing, a crybaby, usually sheds tears at the slightest thing, but when the mystery was finally revealed, she found herself strangely calm, not shedding a tear.
People in extreme pain often activate their self-protection system. For example, when a loved one passes away, some people do not feel sad at first, but rather feel calm.
After calmly handling the funeral arrangements and settling the relatives and friends, suddenly finding himself at a loss, either on an ordinary afternoon or a starry night, he seemed to suddenly realize what had happened and suddenly fell into a huge breakdown.
This is a manifestation of post-traumatic stress disorder.
Jiang Qing thought of this symptom at an inopportune moment. At this moment, she was in the scorching sun of midsummer, but she still felt chilly. It was as if a huge hole had been opened in her heart, and cold air was rushing in.
The tears had flowed for so long that they seemed to have dried up completely.
But this is for the best; Jiang Qing, who is born with incontinence, can finally maintain a calm facade.
"Since that's the case, let's leave it at that. I wish you all the best in getting what you want and being with the person you love." After saying this, Jiang Qing turned to leave.
Then a strong arm blocked her way.
"Qingqing, stay with me a little longer."
Before Jiang Qing could react, Chen Shi had already hugged her waist and buried his head in the crook of her neck, pleading in a muffled voice, "Just a little while, a few minutes, very short."
Jiang Qing's unconditional pampering had long since made Shen Shi arrogant and spoiled.
In the past, if he had shown even the slightest weakness, Jiang Qing would have been completely defeated and accepted all the conditions he proposed.
But at this moment, facing the same trick, Jiang Qing only found it laughable.
How can someone seriously injure themselves and then act like nothing happened and act cute?
Am I heartless? Am I a stone that cannot feel sadness? Am I not a living, breathing person?
"Let go of me!" Jiang Qing struggled to leave, but Shen Shi's arms held her tightly, refusing to let go.
There is a natural disparity in strength between men and women. As long as Shen Shi doesn't let go, no matter how Jiang Qing moves, the arms wrapped around her waist are like iron clamps that she cannot break free from.
The more Shen Shi held on tightly and refused to let go, the more Jiang Qing struggled frantically.
"You bastard, Chen Shi!"
"If you like Lu Yiyi, go hug her! What kind of skill is it to play the rogue with me!"
"We've broken up! We've broken up! Do you even know that?! This is just being a jerk!"
Jiang Qing continued to curse without regard for her image until she finally stopped, having exhausted her last bit of strength.
But his angry eyes remained fixed on Shen Shi.
Shen Shi lowered his head, and Jiang Qing looked at him suspiciously, wondering what his next move would be.
Then, as the distance closed, she felt the warmth of his skin against her forehead, and Shen Shi gently pressed his forehead against hers.
"Yes! That's it. You can hit me or scold me, just don't wish me well. I don't like hearing those things." Jiang Qing stood there dumbfounded, and she still hadn't reacted until Shen Shi smiled.
Shen Shi's eyes were a deep, dark black, like the most expensive gemstones; once you looked at them, you couldn't look away.
Jiang Qing was uncontrollably bewitched, but at the same time she couldn't help but complain in her heart: What kind of weird request is this? Could Shen Shi have a masochistic tendency?
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