After much deliberation, he made a decision: to stage an accident involving the person in front of him and keep her calm for now.
Ji Zhuo frowned, looking at Lin Xihe with a blank expression.
"Who...who are you?"
He looked as if he truly knew nothing about what was happening in front of him.
"I saved you, and you repay kindness with enmity. Hurry up and give me the antidote and the money." Lin Xihe waved the sword in front of Ji Zhuo again, trying to intimidate him.
"What money? And what antidote? Who am I?" Ji Zhuofang's eyes grew increasingly unfocused, his words filled with confusion, as if his memory had been stripped away. He looked around blankly, as if he were hearing something from heaven.
Beneath that confused exterior, he was quietly observing Lin Xihe's reaction, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.
"What?" Lin Xihe asked, her face full of questions. She subconsciously pulled her sword back a little and held it above her head.
"Who are you, you're asking me?"
"Ah! Where am I..." Ji Zhuo shook his head, his face still showing a blank expression.
"Can't remember anything?" Lin Xihe leaned closer, and the sword she was holding clattered to the side.
She remembered throwing the man in front of her more than ten times yesterday, with his head hitting the ground hard several times.
Really?
No way!
Oh no, has this guy been knocked stupid by me?
"There was no blood coming out of his head."
As if jolted awake by these words, Ji Zhuo instantly covered his head with both hands, putting on a convincing performance, his face contorted in pain, "It hurts. My head hurts so much, what's wrong with me?"
His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, his body trembled slightly as if he were enduring excruciating pain, but his eyes were secretly watching Lin Xihe's every move.
Lin Xihe quickly stepped forward and began to gently touch Ji Zhuo's head, muttering, "I checked him last night, there's no external injury to his head, could it be an internal injury? Is his brain damaged?"
As Lin Xihe spoke, she held up two fingers and gestured in front of Ji Zhuo's eyes.
"How many is this?" she asked eagerly, her eyes fixed on Ji Zhuo.
Ji Zhuo caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and sneered inwardly, thinking to himself: I'm just pretending to have amnesia, not to be mentally impaired! This childish test is truly laughable.
On the surface, he remained innocent and naive, only glancing sideways with a slight lift of his eyelids. His gaze was like clear lake water, revealing a hint of bewilderment and innocence as he waited for Lin Xihe's next move, hoping to continue this "drama" and completely control the impetuous woman in front of him.
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