The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

"Cold and thorough!"

Mu Qianxi chased him downstairs and stopped in front of him. She was out of breath because she had just finished an intense run.

"What do you mean?" She called up the interface where Xiao Shiyan transferred money to her, held the phone in front of him, and asked him angrily.

She did not accept the money.

Leng Che didn't expect her to chase him. His eyes fell on her face and his brows furrowed slightly.

People were coming and going, and classmates were giving me strange looks.

"follow me."

He didn't want to say the next words to her in public, so he walked in a certain direction.

Mu Qianxi followed him to an empty corner.

"Can you tell me now?" she asked.

Leng Che looked at her, his eyes like a deep and calm lake: "This is the 100 million fee. Assuming you can live a hundred years, this is the amount I should give you every day."

"what?"

He continued to explain expressionlessly, like an emotionless machine: "Of course, I didn't calculate the value of time. If you want, I can calculate it for you. In short, I paid a day's price, and you have to fulfill a day's promise."

Seeing how he was strictly trying to distance himself from her, Mu Qianxi laughed in anger and questioned, "You left the classroom as soon as the class was over to avoid me. You transferred money to me every day to get rid of me. Do you have to go to this extent? Leng Che."

He recalled her intimate actions with Leng Nianran, the words in the recording, and her figure walking indifferently towards Leng Nianran...

Leng Che clenched his teeth tightly and remained silent for a long while before he managed to utter a word with difficulty: "Yes."

Since you are destined not to be chosen, why bother to tease her?

"Why? Why do you suddenly want to draw a line between you and me?" Mu Qianxi stared at him without blinking, determined to get to the bottom of it, "Is it because of what happened that morning? But that was not my intention."

"Yes, and not entirely." His tone was calm.

Not exactly...but she couldn't think of any other reason.

Suddenly, the photo album I saw in the study came to my mind.

"Could it be that you still like Bai Snow?" Mu Qianxi seemed to have thought of something hard to accept, and then shook her head to deny her thoughts, "Impossible, you said you had already made it clear to her."

"If this can make you stop pestering me, then it is the reason you think." Leng Che suppressed the sourness in his throat, and his eyes showed a bit of coldness, "I lied to you."

Mu Qianxi looked at him in disbelief, her knuckles clenched until they turned white, and she said heavily, "Say it again?"

As if giving him one last chance.

"It's the same no matter how many times you say it." Leng Che pinched his palms hard, hiding his surging emotions, and constantly forced his aching heart to harden. He finally held on and said coldly, "Mu Qianxi, no matter in the past, present, or future, I can't like you. So, please stop pestering me."

A new hole was torn in her heart, and Mu Qianxi's throat seemed to be blocked by something, unable to make any sound. Her almond-shaped eyes began to turn red, and she stared at his cold eyes without blinking, unable to believe.

For the first time, she felt that he was so far away, even stranger than when she first met him...

Mu Qianxi bit her lips tightly, forcing herself to hold back her tears.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, and you don't have to hide from me anymore." Her heart ached like a needle, and disappointment was revealed in her weak voice.

After saying that, Mu Qianxi forced herself to turn around and leave without looking back.

Leng Che froze in place, grief filling his originally cold eyes, and the cold aura around him dissipated in an instant.

At night, the Sunken Garden.

Mu Qianxi used a sound transmission talisman to call the Eleventh Palace, hoping to ask him to help find a way to remove the blood-sucking Gu.

Soon, a young man in black appeared out of nowhere before their eyes. He had an upright figure and exuded a chilling aura that seemed to have come from hell.

After not seeing him for a long time, Mu Qianxi was still startled by him.

"what's up."

The ice-blue eyes beneath the mask were captivating, staring at her tightly, as if they could take her underground at any time.

Mu Qianxi shuddered, swallowed, and asked despite the chill: "I want to ask you for help with something. I promise you, as long as you do me this favor, you can do whatever you want me to do for you!"

"Not interested." The Eleventh Prince's tone was extremely cold and unkind. "Except for the fact that we have met, we have no relationship. Don't come to me casually in the future. I don't have the time."

Before she could even begin to speak, the Eleventh Prince mercilessly disappeared into the darkness.

That's right, dammit, he even wants me dead! I'm actually thinking of asking this ruthless Yama Luo for help? Forget it! I'll think of another way.