"Sleep." Xie Jingrun glanced at him and said naturally.

Rong Qingqing looked at him with a dark face, "Is the bed in your room broken?" She actually ran far away to her room to sleep. Is there anything wrong?

Xie Jingrun heard the sarcasm in her words, frowned, and stood up and walked towards her.

As soon as Rong Qingqing took a step back, something knocked on her head.

"Dong!"

"I just forgot who I am just now?" Xie Jingrun sneered coldly and looked at her with his eyes down.

Rong Qingqing touched her head and heard this, she felt a little weak. Well, it was this stinky guy who saved her.

Her attitude towards her life-savior is indeed a bit owed.

but--

"Did you forget that I was injured, who was it?" she murmured in a low voice, very dissatisfied.

Xie Jingrun was stunned for a moment, and remembered the scene in the woods that day when she hugged her and blocked the dart for him without hesitation.

He pursed his lower lip.

Although he was so reluctant that he had to take care of her that he could not avoid the assassin's dart in time, when danger came, she did not hesitate to block the dart for him.

If she really hates herself so much, how could she stand in front of her regardless of the danger of her life?

Maybe, even she herself didn't notice what her behavior meant?

Thinking of this, his lips curled up and looked at her happily.

After Rong Qingqing finished speaking, she felt his gaze on her, and she felt something strange.

She blinked, and was about to look at his expression, but he suddenly walked two steps closer and surrounded her between the table and him.

"I will remember it forever." He leaned on the table with his hands and leaned over to look at her. In his eyes that were as deep as a cold pond, there seemed to be a soft light flashing.

Rong Qingqing was stunned for a moment. When she heard his solemn tone, she felt a little awkward. She frowned and said in a tangled manner: "Actually, the Marquis doesn't have to be too serious, because you saved me too, we are even."

"But some things can never be even." Xie Jingrun looked at her meaningfully.

Rong Qingqing was uncomfortable when he saw it, and the atmosphere at this moment made her feel very nervous. She was about to break this atmosphere when she suddenly saw his hand holding a book on the edge of the table.

And this is obviously the "murder weapon" that just knocked her.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be Yanran's book.

Thinking of something, she narrowed her eyes and said incredibly: "You shouldn't have done nothing today and just lie on my bed to read the script?" Can he be even more unemployed?

He is the commander of the Jinyiwei. He actually saw this kind of love that really subverted her imagination.

When Xie Jingrun heard this, he straightened his body and didn't care about her doubts. He curled the corners of his lips, "I've finished reading it, and it's pretty good." After that, he handed the book back to her.

Rong Qingqing frowned and reached out to take it, "It was not what I wrote..."

Xie Jingrun glanced at her and didn't say anything, but he obviously didn't believe it.

Rong Qingqing: "..."

She took a deep breath and reiterated with some fatigue, "It's really not what I wrote."

"It doesn't matter who wrote it." Xie Jingrun said lightly.

"I didn't write it." Rong Qingqing frowned. Is he still finished it? "I can't write such things."

Xie Jingrun looked as if he saw through her, his eyes were faint and he didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!