Chapter 77: Youâre Way Too Casual!
The distance between the two of them was truly dangerous. In particular, the predatory gaze fixed on her face made it feel as if he wanted to devour her whole in the next second. Xie Qiang was truly at a loss.
She tried to break free, but she was pinned down so thoroughly that escape was impossible. She could only try to reason with him. âSen Ji, can you get up first?â
âNo.â Sen Ji shook his head. The tip of his tiger tail teased the girlâs slender legs, his face full of youthful stubbornness. âYou have to âunboxingâ first and check the quality before you know if you want to return the goods, right?â
What kind of spicy metaphor is that! Xie Qiang shook her head frantically. âNo!â
âYouâre so mean.â Sen Jiâs eyes began to well up again. âAm I really that bad? Weâve only just met, and you say you hate me. Isn’t that a bit too arbitrary?â
So you actually know that!
Hearing this, Xie Qiang craned her neck, her soft voice almost cracking. âWe just met and you want me to âtry you outâ? Youâre way too casual!â
Too casual…
Casual…
ual…
Sen Ji looked as if he had been struck by lightning. His tall, lithe body trembled violently. âIâm casual? Youâre saying Iâm casual?â
The man sat up from the bed in a daze. He clutched his tail and sat on the edge of the mattress with a blank look. He looked like a tiger that had done nothing wrong but was suddenly hit on the head by its ownerâunhappy and aggrieved, with his large head hanging low.
He wasn’t casual at all! He just liked her very much and didn’t want her to break the engagement!
This blockhead!
Now that she was free, Xie Qiang immediately ducked under the covers. She curled into a ball on the bed, peeking out with only her eyes as she watched Sen Ji with cautious wariness.
Is it over? He should have given up on the âtry outâ idea, right?
Letting out a soft sigh of relief, Xie Qiang poked her head out from the duvet and began to analyze the current situation.
Based on the past hour, the intervals between Sen Jiâs dizzy spells were getting longer. This indicated that the surface purification from holding hands was enough to suppress the influence of the pheromones on his frenzy.
In that case, until she thought of a better solutionâsheâd just stall!
Xie Qiang lay flat on the bed, thinking silently: Itâs not that Iâm not trying, itâs just that there really is no other way.
Taking someoneâs body and marking them while they had amnesia was truly something she couldn’t bring herself to do.
But why is this bed so comfortable…
Having experienced the frenzy of an SSS-class Sentinel and a tense life-and-death crisis, the relaxed Xie Qiang felt her eyelids growing heavier and her breathing slowing.
Before long, that little white-furred head tilted to the side, and she fell fast asleep.
After finishing his self-reflection, Sen Ji turned back, wanting to apologize properly and clarify that he wasn’t that casual. Instead, he saw Xie Qiang sleeping soundly, looking as if she hadn’t taken anything that happened just now seriously at all.
He couldn’t help but pout. âSlag girl.â
Just as the words âslag girlâ left his mouth, he felt a sharp pain in his head. Fearing that he might lose consciousness and hurt the girl, he hurriedly pulled back the covers, took Xie Qiangâs arm, and obediently took hold of her fingers.
The sharp pain lessened slightly, and a fragment of memory flashed through his mind.
Hospital, defective product, abandoned by everyone, battlefield, I like you.
His family had taken him to the Xinghu Group for genetic matching tests. He was found to be unpurifiable by Guides, making him a “one-time” defective Sentinel.
Everyone had mocked and ridiculed him. He had fled to the battlefield to escape, but his fiancée, Xie Qiang, had chased him down to confess her feelings. She said she liked his blonde hair, his emerald eyes, and his tiger ears.
After receiving these memories, a look of defeat instantly flooded Sen Jiâs face.
He looked down at his hands, unable to believe he was a defective product.
He wasn’t that brilliant after all.
In fact, he had lost everything overnight. He wasn’t a perfect SSS-class Sentinel, and he was no longer the eldest young master of the White Tiger family. He couldn’t buy an entire street of luxury goods for his Guide, nor could he make her the most noble and radiant rose in the Capitalâs social circles.
He was no longer her pride; he had become her stain.
Yet his fiancée had chased him down and firmly said she liked him.
Sen Jiâs nose felt sour. He lowered his tiger eyes, looking mournfully at the sleeping girl on the bed.
If you said you liked me back then, why don’t you like me now?
Is it because you think Iâm old and fading, not as energetic as the young ones, and my ears aren’t as fun to touch anymore?
His lips trembled. The more the man thought about it, the sadder he became. Bean-sized tears rolled from his eyes, landing one by one in the girlâs palm, forming a small puddle.
No wonder she wouldn’t “try him out” just now. She must have grown tired of it long ago…
Is it too late for me to find some young Sentinels and learn some new tricks?
The tiger beast curled up piteously beside the girl, gently holding her palm against his cheek. Then, exhausted in both body and mind, he closed his eyes and fell into a dream with her.
Tomorrow… I have to ask.
…
The next morning.
In the canteen, Hong Que sat in a dining chair with his arms crossed and his legs spread wide. He stared suspiciously at the man opposite himâSen Jiâwho had red eyes and looked like a young bride who had been bullied by her husband.
âDid you humiliate him until he cried?â Hong Que asked Xie Qiang.
Xie Qiang was chewing her food and didn’t want to talk, so she kicked him.
It was like a kittenâs kickâit didn’t hurt at all. On the contrary, it left Hong Que wanting more. He bit his lip and began to act up again. âOr maybe you have a sleepwalking problem and forced yourself on him in the middle of the night? Why else does he look like a abandoned wife?â
As soon as he finished speaking, Sen Ji let out a sniffle and lowered his head as tears began to fall.
Hong Que: ?
âDid you really…â Hong Que looked at Xie Qiangâs small frame with disbelief, his eyes full of accusation. âYouâre small, but youâve got a big appetite! Even if youâre greedy, you shouldn’t lay a hand on a patient!â
The red-haired youth started blathering away like a nagging parrot. He simply couldn’t stop. Xie Qiang gripped her chopsticks, her temple throbbing with irritation.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted him. âHow is Mo Yinâs injury?â
âOh, so you remember you have another patient!â
Seeing that she finally remembered Mo Yin, Hong Que immediately became sarcastic. âHeâs still unconscious. His belly was poked with several holes by rebar. Yet someone hasn’t even bothered to go see him. Alas, my poor brother!â
Xie Qiang hadn’t expected Mo Yin to be so badly hurt. She immediately forgot about her food and stood up. âWhere is he now? Iâll go check on him!â
Seeing her look of anxious concern, Hong Queâs mouth twitched. He said grumpily, âWhy are you going over there? Don’t bother. Purifying me can heal him just as well!â
True.
Xie Qiang relaxed slightly and looked at Hong Queâs lower abdomen.
Come to think of it, she had never seen Hong Queâs abs. He was so tall and valiant, with a frame even broader than Sen Jiâs. His abs must be massive, right?
âWhere are you looking!â
The girlâs gaze was overly intense. Hong Queâs handsome face turned red, and he shouted irritably, âYou pervert! Youâre not planning to take advantage of me while you purify me, are you?!â
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