The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

The more Mu Qianxi thought about it, the angrier and more aggrieved she became.

How could he do this...

I cried so much that I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my eyes were swollen like walnuts and I had to ask for a day off from school.

Mu Qianxi glanced at the cold bed. It was the same as last night. He did not come back all night.

After washing up, she ran into him coming down from the study upstairs. There was a wound on his thin lips that she had bitten, and the red mark on his cold and pale face left by a heavy slap from her had not yet completely disappeared.

He should have also asked for leave from school.

The two looked at each other and he was the first to avoid looking.

Mu Qianxi was about to get angry when she heard his low voice.

"I'm sorry... about what happened last night... I was wrong." Leng Che lowered his eyes with a gloomy look, and apologized to her in a low and light voice.

What happened last night? What he did to her...

Mu Qianxi was soft-hearted towards him alone, and her anger immediately dissipated. Her eyes gradually softened, and after a moment of silence, she stared at his face and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

She is very strong and when she bites...she doesn't use any light or heavy force.

He didn't say anything, just shook his head. He had lost his mind and flirted with her, so he was in the wrong after all. No matter how she hit him, he would not resist.

"Then, what about your hand? Does it hurt? Is it still bleeding?" She glanced at his injured arm, and when she thought of the glaring blood yesterday, she still felt like her heart was being tightened.

Leng Che was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

Why was she still concerned about her arm? She was obviously more concerned about Leng Nianran, wasn't she?

"Let's make peace." Mu Qianxi said simply.

He kissed her and she hit him... Worst case scenario, she could just bully him back.

The sight of her red and swollen eyes made his heart ache. He turned his eyes away and replied in a low voice, "Yeah."

Then, he suddenly said, "I won the game before, and you said you would fulfill one of my requests. Now I've made up my mind."

"What?" Mu Qianxi asked.

Leng Che finally raised his eyes to look at her, his face expressionless. He clenched his fingers hanging at his side, and with great effort and determination, he managed to speak: "We... except for the evening tutoring time, keep our distance and do not interfere with each other."

The cold water poured over her head, and her mood, which had just relaxed, instantly became tense again. She frowned and stared at him, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is this what you want?"

"Yes." There was no expression in his eyes, and he said very calmly, "Mu Qianxi, I accept the defeat."

"Admit defeat if you lose the bet" was said to her, but it was more like he was saying it to himself.

He shouldn't have had any hope.

He has always been alone.

"Leng Che, you are really good!" Anger creeped up into her eyes little by little, and Mu Qianxi gritted her teeth in anger, "Are you making peace? Are you breaking up? Just because I kissed you, you want to draw a line between us, right? I tell you, you wish!"

"I apologize to you, what do you want?" His tone was extremely flat, as if he was negotiating.

His cold look made Mu Qianxi even angrier.

"Be my boyfriend, and make amends to me. If you kiss me, you must be responsible for me! That was my first kiss!"

"Besides that." There was no ripple in his dark eyes, and his cold voice revealed an unshakable determination.

Mu Qianxi was furious. She glared at him and casually offered him a sky-high price that she knew he couldn't accept: "Okay! Then give me 100 million! Give me 100 million, or be with me. It's your choice!"

Unexpectedly, Leng Che responded straightforwardly: "Okay. But I need some time."

"What?" Mu Qianxi's face was full of disbelief.

Has Leng Che gone crazy since last night? One hundred million! Is this kiss from her worth one hundred million to make amends? Or does he hate himself so much that he would rather spend one hundred million to make her stop pestering him.

He was extremely calm, his eyes were extremely indifferent: "I promise you, I will earn 100 million for you. You also have to agree to my conditions just now, and from now on, we will not interfere with each other."

After saying that, he walked past her and walked away.

Mu Qianxi was so angry that she was shaking. She turned around, took off her cotton slippers and smashed them hard on his back, cursing, "Leng Che, you bastard!"

Her lips were bitten white by her, and her eyes were so swollen that she couldn't help but mist up.

The rabbit slippers hit his back heavily and fell to the floor. Leng Che paused, but he had no intention of being angry with her.

"I'll have someone bring some ice to reduce the swelling. Don't cry anymore." His heart ached. He clenched his hands tightly, trying his best to suppress the urge to look back at her. His voice was suppressed and hoarse, "Otherwise you'll have to call for help yourself in the future."

"Who's crying? I won't cry again! Don't worry!" She answered angrily, and then wiped away the tears from her eyes rudely.

His voice softened a little, as if it was the last gentleness he had left: "That's good."

The more he looked at her, the softer his heart would become. He was so cold from beginning to end that he never looked back. After leaving these words, he walked away resolutely.

Mu Qianxi gritted her teeth and endured it, but her eyes still became hazy again.

You're so cold-hearted. You want to spend money to dump me? Don't even think about it!