Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âBefore I answer your question, you need to answer mine.â Nian Junting threw the question back at her. âHas Yi Jingxi touched the private parts of your body?â
As Luo Sang stayed silent, Nian Junting felt extremely uncomfortable. He abruptly stood up. Luo Sangâs face darkened as she said, âIâm asking you the questions now. Donât change the subject.â
âI didnât. Please answer my question.â Nian Junting stared at her sullenly.
Luo Sang was so angry. She put down her chopsticks, turned, and walked into the study, as she really didnât want to talk to him. In the study, she began reviewing her lessons. Soon, Nian Junting walked in with his hands behind his back. He slowly paced before his bookshelf, seemingly trying to find a book.
Luo Sang ignored him.
He picked a book and went out. But before long, he came back in and kept looking for books. A while later, he put the first book back onto the shelf, then took another one and left.
Luo Sang studied for an hour, and during that hour, Nian Junting came in six times. He walked in almost every ten minutes to distract Luo Sang. The last time he came in, Luo Sang was beyond tolerance. âHow many times are you gonna switch your book?â
âThere are so many books. Itâs never an easy thing to find a good one.â Nian Junting turned and said with a proud face, âBut, you finally found the perfect excuse to talk to me.â
Luo Sang was speechless.
He had kept coming in and out only to make her initiate the conversation. Luo Sang believed that Nian Junting was the most shameless man she had ever seen.
âAlright, forget it. Iâll study in the guest room,â Luo Sang stood up.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhy go to the guest room? Arenât you gonna sleep with me?â
Luo Sang didnât respond.
He took the book, walked to her, and continued with a serious expression, âI didnât sleep in the guest room when I was mad at you. Arenât you going too far?â
Luo Sang raised her head and said, âAre you pretending? Or do you really not know that Iâm angry?â
âWhy would I be pretending? I am a very frank, honest, and upright person,â said Nian Junting. âYouâre angry because youâre jealous, right? I donât think you need to be jealous. Iâm not in touch with her anymore. Iâm not jealous of Yi Jingxi. Canât you just learn from me?â
Luo Sang even wanted to vomit blood. Youâre not jealous? she thought. I think youâre super, super jealous. âIâm done talking with you. Stop bothering me.â Luo Sang picked up her book and prepared to leave.
Nian Junting clasped her wrist, saying, âI think you can be angry, but you have to sleep with me. Sleeping separately will affect our relationship.â
Luo Sang thought for a moment, then replied, âI can sleep with you, but I donât want to talk to you. Donât disturb me.â
Nian Junting blinked, then nodded and said, âAlright.â
Back in the bedroom, they took showers separately, then Luo Sang turned on the TV with the remote control. Nian Junting sat by the desk, checking the stock prices and the news with an iPad. Only the sounds from the TV could be heard. Soon after, Yan Su called Luo Sang. âWhen are you gonna come back to school?â
âTomorrow. Have you moved back into the apartment yet?â Luo Sang felt guilty. Because of her, Yan Su wasnât able to live in the apartment she had rented.
âYeah. I want to know if youâll still live there or not,â said Yan Su.
âI will. Iâll go back tomorrow.â Luo Sang smiled. âWeâve only been apart for ten days, but it feels like ten years. Wait for me. Weâll have a big meal together.â
âSure, Iâll be expecting you,â Yan Su said.
Luo Sang ended the call, then looked up to find Nian Junting sitting beside her with a long face.