I'll do it as soon as I open my eyes. If the villain doesn't do it, I'll do it.

Chapter 1328

Chapter 1328

In the box.

"Are you really going to work hard for another ten years?" Ji Yanshu half-knelt on the ground and spoke with a smile, rubbing Wen Liuhe's cheek lightly with her fingertips. His cheek was delicate and soft, and felt very good.

"It's impossible that you can't get admitted even after working hard for ten years?" Wen Liuhe wrinkled her nose. Ji Yanshu used to pinch her face, so she didn't notice anything wrong.

Maybe it was the alcohol that made her reaction much slower, or maybe she was just slow to begin with, she didn't notice that Ji Yanshu's actions today were more affectionate and lingering than ever before, and her eyes were more charming.

Ji Yanshu chuckled and didn't answer her question. Instead, he looked at her outfit carefully and asked, "Change your style?"

"Well, does it look good?" Wen Liuhe spread out his hands to show his hairstyle up and down, left and right.

"It doesn't suit you very well." Ji Yanshu curled her lips.

He still liked her usual way of dressing, which was unrestrained and unpretentious, with her own unique flavor. She was like a jewel, not a gentle and restrained pearl, but a brilliant gem.

The most important thing is that he hated that she came to date a man and changed her style.

"What?" Oneuhaku muttered, "Didn't you say you like oriental beauties? Even if I'm dressed like this, I'm still not your ideal type. Why should you reject someone so bluntly?"

The sound was not loud, just enough for his ears.

Ji Yanshu's eyes lit up slightly, "Are you wearing it for me to see?"

"Do I need to change my clothes just to compete with those useless guys in drinking?" Wen Liuhe groaned, "I only wore it because Botang said you like this style."

"What did Ji Baitang say to you?" He said helplessly, he had no idea what to do with his sister.

You can beat your younger brother, but you can’t beat or scold your younger sister.

"Her source said that you like gentle oriental women and asked me to work hard in that direction, so I bought this cheongsam."

Ji Yanshu just smiled and said, "Her information is not accurate."

"Bai Tang's gossip is very accurate. She must be right. You like women with oriental charm, but you just don't like me."

Her indifferent expression stung his eyes. Ji Yanshu rubbed his eyes, feeling a little sour.

Wen Liuhe was only depressed for a second, but he quickly regained his composure, looking as proud as a little fox. He slowly approached him and looked at his reflection in his eyes:

"But it doesn't matter! I will keep working hard, Ji Yanshu. One day, you will love me to death."

Ji Yanshu, one day, you will love me to death.

The man's pupils trembled, and this was the only sentence he heard.

After staring at each other for a minute, Wen Liuhe didn't get a response from him, so he slowly backed away and leaned on the sofa sulking, "You didn't even give me a response, you're annoying."

After a long time, Ji Yanshu lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Her heart seemed to be broken into pieces and soaked in lemon. The sour feeling spread from her chest to her limbs.

"Why? Aren't you sad after being rejected by me so many times?"

What's so good about him that he can support such a young and passionate heart.

"I already said it because I like—"

Before she could finish her words, she felt a soft spot on her lips. It was Ji Yanshu's palm.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and his peach blossom eyes were a little dim, "Stop talking, Liu He."

The light in the box was not dim. The incandescent light above her head fully revealed the emotions in the man's eyes. A thin and cold light coated the man's outline. His eyes were red and pleading, "Don't say it."

Beg.

The slow-witted girl finally understood the meaning in his eyes, and her heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer.

Wen Liuhe looked at the dejected expression on his face and opened her mouth somewhat at a loss. After a long while, she seemed to have found her voice again, and she could be said to be cautious:

"My confession... does it bother you?" She didn't know what kind of burden would make this man, who was calm and never showed his emotions, show such an expression.

Wen Liuhe, who had not felt hurt or tired after ten years of pursuit, suddenly felt the guilt, regret, embarrassment and other emotions accumulated in the past few years come back in an instant, making her feel a little breathless.