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"Brother, I made dumplings, do you want to eat?" Chen Yue doesn't know what's wrong with Chen Jing, he locked himself in the room and hasn't come out all day.
"I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten anything all day," Chen Yue said, sounding a bit worried.
"I told you I'm not hungry," Chen Jing's voice came through the door, with a hint of annoyance.
Chen Yue I can't, I can only leave for now.
Zheng Yu walked directly through the door and stood in front of Chen Jing, ordering, "Get up and eat something."
Chen Jing pulled the blanket over her head, silently protesting.
Zheng Yu also had a bad temper and raised his voice, " Chen Jing!"
"What are you doing?" Chen Jing was already angry, and being shouted at by him made her explode directly.
He threw off the covers and glared at Zheng Yu with his neck stiff, like a little lion ready to fight at any moment.
He lifted the blanket too vigorously, accidentally hitting the small cart covered with a cloth next to the bed. The cart toppled over, scattering various snacks all over the floor.
The sudden turn of events left both of them stunned, staring blankly at the scattered snacks on the ground, unsure of how to react for a moment.
"Brother, who are you talking to?" Chen Yue's voice broke the silence.
"I'm on the phone," Chen Jing responded, hastily picking up the snacks on the ground. Some of the packaging had already been opened, clearly indicating that the owner had already enjoyed them.
" Zheng Yu " couldn't help but laugh at his cute behavior, and the atmosphere of the argument disappeared instantly.
" Zheng Yu " squatted down and couldn't help but tease him, "I thought you were really on a hunger strike, but it turns out you were just hoarding a little food for yourself."
Chen Jing glared at him with a pout, not intending to go on a hunger strike, just wanting to be alone for a while. Who knew this guy would misunderstand, making the situation awkward for him.
Chen Jing looked at him in a way that was more like acting cute, lacking any intimidation.
Forget it, for the sake of his cuteness, I won't argue with him. Let's just appease him.
"Don't be angry, I know I was wrong."
Chen Jing ignored him and changed direction to pick up something.
Zheng Yu tilted his head and tried to please Chen Jing by saying, "Why are you bothering with a dead person like me? For the sake of me being just a lonely soul, forgive me, will you?"
Chen Jing snorted and still ignored him, but Zheng Yu knew that Chen Jing's anger was probably dissipating.
Zheng Yu sighed and expressed his thoughts, "I don't want to be reincarnated, that's why I made up so many wishes to deceive you."
"Why didn't you just tell me?"
"You were so determined to send me to be reincarnated, how could I tell you?"
Chen Jing only realized later that since meeting Zheng Yu, he had been trying to find ways to get Zheng Yu to reincarnate. He had always thought that Zheng Yu shared his goals, but now he realized that he was the one who was wrong.
"And besides, you started to dislike me, I didn't dare to say," Zheng Yu said somewhat aggrieved.
Chen Jing turned around and looked into his eyes, saying seriously, "If you don't want to be reincarnated, I won't force you. It's also nice if you can stay with me all the time."
"Moreover, as I said last time, I don't dislike you anymore. Didn't you apologize to me? I have already forgiven you. Besides, I can't bear to part with you."
Zheng Yu looked at the person in front of him, and his long-dormant heart seemed to start beating again, wanting to break free from the confines of his chest.
Chen Jing's lips were slightly thick, looking very full, and with each movement, a glimpse of the moist, red tongue inside could be seen. Zheng Yu couldn't hear what he was saying anymore. His Adam's apple moved, and almost involuntarily, he raised his hand to touch and feel the texture.
" Zheng Yu, are you listening?" The person leaving was caught red-handed, and Chen Jing frowned in dissatisfaction.
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