Chen Ji's eyes turned cold instantly. He leaned forward, supporting himself on his arms, and his lips gradually tightened.
Xu Ruantang's heart was racing as she kept observing Chen Ji's every move.
Chen Jiyue moved closer and closer, giving Xu Ruantang a meaningful look across the table for a few seconds before saying in a deep voice, "Don't swear. Who taught you that? You can't curse."
Xu Ruantang's heart leaped into her throat; the anxiety that had been building up inside her finally died.
He didn't say, "How come you can speak English?"
Instead, it says, "No swearing."
That proves that he knew his true identity, and it wasn't a coincidence that he took her to see a time-travel movie.
He just didn't say it out loud, and didn't report her.
Xu Ruantang was lost in thought when Chen Ji reached out and pinched her cheek.
"What are you doing? Let go!"
Xu Ruantang was shocked by his bizarre action. What the heck is this face-pinching?
Chen Ji chuckled softly, his ears turning red. "Your name is also Xu Ruantang? People in your village said you were unconscious for several days before you married into the family. Was that when you came here? Or was it when you were in the river?"
Xu Ruantang's face turned pale, and for a moment she forgot that Chen Ji was still pinching her face.
After a moment, she looked at Chen Ji and asked, "You know, so why are you pretending not to?"
Chen Ji stared at her for a few seconds, then withdrew his hand, sat down on the stool, picked up the enamel cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
After finishing his drink, he stood up and staggered upstairs.
Xu Ruantang hesitated for a second, but still followed behind him. This guy was drunk; it would be a real problem if he fell down the stairs.
Chen Ji walked into the bedroom and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
He sat on the edge of the bed, lifted his eyelids to look Xu Ruantang up and down, and beckoned to her, "Come here."
"what?"
Xu Ruantang looked at him warily.
Chen Ji sighed softly, "Are you that afraid of me?"
Xu Ruantang thought to herself, "What you're saying isn't nonsense. Pretending not to know everything, is that normal?"
She wouldn't be surprised if he questioned her face-to-face or reported her directly.
Does Chen Ji have some kind of unusual fetish?
Since he loves acting so much, does he also enjoy watching others act?
Isn't it thrilling to know that others are acting, yet pretend not to know and even cooperate with the performance?
Is this guy a psychopath?!
Seeing that she didn't move, Chen Ji raised an eyebrow, stood up and walked towards Xu Ruantang.
He walked over to her, grabbed her arm, and carried her to the bedside.
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