"I’m so tired! I’ll go upstairs and continue sleeping." Mi Jing quickly turned around, trying to sneak away, but no matter how fast she was, Shen Lingxing was faster. She hadn’t even taken a step when he grabbed her by the collar.
"Wait a bit longer before you sleep." Shen Lingxing’s attitude was sowhat firm.
"Fine, I’ll go outside and watch TV."
Unable to escape Shen Lingxing’s clutches, Mi Jing had to temporarily yield. She walked out of the living room, stuffed the DVD into the player, and started watching a Korean drama.
The attraction of Korean dramas mostly lies in the abundance of handso n and beautiful won. However, Korean dramas are often quite lodramatic, so Mi Jing didn’t watch many of them. For so reason, she suddenly got the urge to rewatch "Full House" from the beginning.
Maybe because she had already seen it before and rembered most of the plot, Mi Jing found it less fresh. Plus, she was keeping an alert eye on Shen Lingxing’s movents, so she wasn’t really paying attention to the cheerful scenes on the TV.
"Shen Lingxing, I don’t want to drink Chinese dicine!" Seeing Shen Lingxing coming over with a steaming teapot, Mi Jing imdiately pinched her nose in protest.
"This is not Chinese dicine, it’s calming tea." Shen Lingxing placed the teapot on the table and explained.
"Stop lying to . You just said it was Chinese dicine!" From childhood, the very sll of Chinese dicine made Mi Jing feel nauseous. So even though she hadn’t yet slled the "calming tea," she was still pinching her nose, making her voice sound muffled.
"It is Chinese dicine, but it’s also tea. It won’t be bitter." Shen Lingxing patiently continued explaining.
Who are you kidding? Since when is Chinese dicine not bitter?
It’s undeniable that Mi Jing’s knowledge in this area was sowhat shallow, but her mother, Fang Qingru, occasionally drank Chinese dicine for health reasons. So to Mi Jing, Chinese dicine equated to three characteristics: black, bitter, and foul-slling. In her view, Chinese dicine is one of the most unpleasant things in the world! Therefore, whenever she was sick, she would rather get an injection than drink Chinese dicine.
"Even if it’s not bitter, I’m not drinking it!" Mi Jing’s attitude was firm, wary of falling for his trick.
"Honey, if you continue to be stubborn, do you want to feed it to you myself?" Shen Lingxing, ever patient, sat down next to Mi Jing with a smile. Seeing the playful look on his handso face, Mi Jing imdiately tensed up, feeling a sense of danger.
"Of course not." Mi Jing, still pinching her nose, tried to back away. But Shen Lingxing’s arms were long, and with one quick move, he pulled her back and easily placed her on his lap.
Though Mi Jing wasn’t short, in front of Shen Lingxing’s tall fra, she seed petite. Being held tightly, she could hardly move!
"Let go of your hand." Shen Lingxing urged gently.
"No, I can’t stand the sll of Chinese dicine." Mi Jing stubbornly protested.
But Shen Lingxing seed not to care. He picked up the teapot and poured half a cup of tea.
Hmm?
The tea made from Chinese dicine was neither black nor dark brown!
Looking at the yellow-green liquid in the clear glass, the bright color, resembling tea leaves, made Mi Jing’s clear eyes fill with surprise and curiosity.
"Want to give it a try?" Noticing the curiosity in Mi Jing’s eyes, Shen Lingxing smiled and asked.
"No." Mi Jing still refused, frowning as she said, "I’m not even sick, there’s no need to drink this."
This woman...
Sotis she could be really stubborn!
After repeatedly asking and being denied, Shen Lingxing took a sip of the tea himself and resorted to drastic asures.
Forcibly removing her hand from her nose, Shen Lingxing leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, forcefully pouring the tea from his mouth into hers.
After the kiss, without needing any reminder from Shen Lingxing, Mi Jing obediently picked up the cup and drank the calming tea he had especially prepared for her.
It was true, it wasn’t bitter and was quite delicious!
The following ti was spent quietly watching TV. Initially, Mi Jing had invited Shen Lingxing to watch "Full House" with her, and he reluctantly agreed. Although he had no interest in such soap operas, considering that Mi Jing had just been scared by a nightmare, he decided not to dampen her enthusiasm after thinking for a few seconds.
However, hearing Mi Jing repeatedly praise the male lead for being cute and handso, Shen Lingxing couldn’t stand it. He gradually felt an inexplicable discomfort growing inside him. After holding it in for a while, he eventually couldn’t contain it and asked, "Honey, are you trying to tell that you’ve fallen for soone else?"
How could she have fallen for soone else?
It was just watching TV, did he need to take it so seriously?
After so internal grumbling, Mi Jing saw the serious expression on Shen Lingxing’s handso face getting more severe and rolled her eyes helplessly. Then she said, "We won like the male leads in TV shows, but it’s not that we truly like the person. We like the character they play. If we go deeper, it’s that we hope for this kind of love. We hope to have a man like the male lead, who is both handso and talented, to love us, to create romantic monts together, and to experience the beauty of love, wishing to be imrsed in happiness like the female lead."
"You like romance too?" Shen Lingxing asked.
"Every woman likes romance, of course I’m no exception! But... there is one exception."
"What exception?"
"I don’t like public proposals, so you absolutely can’t propose to in front of a crowd. Otherwise, I won’t marry you, and I’ll definitely make you lose face!" Mi Jing said with a chuckle, jokingly.
But Shen Lingxing beca more and more serious, sounding very cautious, "Why?"
"Maybe I’m just picky." Mi Jing playfully blinked and said frankly, "Watching others propose publicly feels romantic, but thinking about being in that situation myself, I just feel embarrassed, as if I were acting for others to see, with people I know or don’t know cheering pointlessly."
After hearing Mi Jing’s explanation, Shen Lingxing fell silent. Seeing that he stopped talking, Mi Jing turned her attention back to the TV screen, only to realize that Shen Lingxing was watching it even more intently than she was!
How long had it been?
Was this really such a magical show that it instantly captivated Shen Lingxing? Or did the female lead, Qiao, perfectly match his aesthetic taste and win him over?
Alright! She was a very generous person. A fictional character, a woman far, far away. Even if Shen Lingxing really appreciated her, she decided not to mind.
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