Just look at Song Jingrong, who appeared briefly and was angered to the point of coughing blood.
Chu Zheng didn’t mind compromising.
With Chen Jing, he could do anything, endure any grievance, but one thing he couldn’t bear was her coldness, her distancing and ignoring him.
That would be terrifying.
He would completely collapse.
“What should I do?” he whispered, his nose tingling, gently resting his head on her body.
Giving up was impossible. Don’t even think about it.
But besides going with the flow, he couldn’t think of a better solution.
He still wanted to kill those wild men.
Chen Jing woke up from a nap, and as soon as she moved her hand, she touched something fluffy with a nice texture.
“Mmm…” the fluffy thing suddenly made a sound.
Chen Jing propped up her upper body and looked down, seeing the smooth Chu Zheng.
This was a habit she had spoiled him with.
Chu Zheng had pestered her for a week, using the reason that he wanted to sleep with her without any obstacles, and she had half-heartedly agreed.
How strange.
Chu Zheng felt her gaze and slowly opened his eyes: “Senior.”
His voice was soft and coy, like he was acting cute.
Chen Jing smiled at him: “Are you well-rested?”
Chu Zheng nodded, his eyes carefully explaining: “I climbed in through the window.”
Chen Jing nodded to indicate she understood: “It’s fine.”
“You’re not angry?” Chu Zheng’s pupils widened in surprise.
“Not angry.” Chen Jing rubbed his head and gave a light kiss on his forehead: “Senior was wrong just now, I apologize. Can you forgive me?
“Stop thinking nonsense,” Chen Jing interrupted him. “I’m just accepting their existence and wanting to live well, that’s all.”
Chu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief but suddenly paused: “We?”
Chen Jing hummed: “Things have come to this, so this is the only way.”
She pressed her forehead against his: “To me, each of you is important. So, get along well and don’t make things difficult for me, okay?”
Chu Zheng’s chest heaved: “I don’t like them!”
He found them disgusting!
Chen Jing raised an eyebrow, sitting up and creating distance: “Then there’s nothing to be done.”
Chu Zheng sensed something was wrong: “What do you mean?”
