Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

"Is this how you spy on me?"

She glared at him with her round, almond-shaped eyes, picked up her pen, and began adding her daily game stats.

comfortable.

His eyes lit up. No, he needed to add a little more.

Under Wei Xun's bewildered and awkward gaze, Zhou Xiaxia began to write:

Pinch Gu Xiyan's face, kiss Gu Xiyan, hug Gu Xiyan.

Note: Zhou Xiaxia took the initiative and forced the situation.

He nodded in satisfaction after finishing writing, his eyes full of a smug grin.

Now look what's happened! They dared to spy on her; it'll infuriate Wen Shitang.

Returning the notebook to Wei Xun, seeing his furrowed brows and serious expression, Zhou Xiaxia gave him a few instructions:

"Report it like this today, understand?"

Wei Xun didn't nod in agreement, so Zhou Xiaxia glared at him silently, putting pressure on him.

The person, who was never very good at speaking, hesitated for a long time...

"No, we didn't kiss."

"what?"

"No..."

"So you're not mute after all?" Zhou Xiaxia exclaimed in surprise.

Wei Xun thought she hadn't heard him clearly and was about to explain when he was suddenly interrupted.

Hearing Zhou Xiaxia's words, he lowered his eyes and shut his mouth.

The person exudes an aura of unapproachability, indifference, and awkwardness.

He moved his hand and crossed out the words "亲古希言".

Zhou Xiaxia was annoyed by his overly formal and businesslike manner.

Looking towards Gu Xiyan in another corner not far away, she met his gaze and waved for him to come over.

Gu Xiyan had been watching Zhou Xiaxia ever since she left and walked toward Wei Xun.

Especially since they had no idea what secrets the two of them were writing, their work had long since stalled.

I glanced at it as I got closer, saw the contents of the notebook, and roughly understood what was going on. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaxia gestured for him to sit down and then suddenly kissed him.

Gu Xiyan was stunned.

Zhou Xiaxia glared at Wei Xun, glanced at the notebook, and her meaning was clear.

After a long standoff, he finally felt he had won the round when he rewrote it himself.

After looking you over for a while, he asked, "What's your name?"

Wei Xun frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then wrote his name in the notebook.

"Wei Xun? Fine, I'll remember you."

After saying that, he snorted coldly and pulled Gu Xiyan back to their seats.

So Wei Xun continued to pretend to monitor, and Zhou Xiaxia would occasionally throw him a provocative look.

Gu Xiyan's eyes darkened as he looked at her.

"Xiaxia, do you like me?"

Zhou Xiaxia snapped out of her daze and looked blank for a moment, then said, "I like it."

Seeing Gu Xiyan's strange expression, she frowned, then suddenly stood up and glanced at his computer.

I don't know, I don't understand, what is all this stuff I'm learning every day?

Zhou Xiaxia frowned:

Have you been unhappy lately?

Gu Xiyan replied calmly, "No."

"Stop it!"

Zhou Xiaxia didn't believe his nonsense. They had grown up together and were inseparable. How could he possibly hide it from her?

"Do you think I don't know whether you're happy or not? Tell me, is the pressure of studying too much, or is someone from the Gu family bullying you again?"

Gu Xiyan chuckled at her expression and ruffled her hair.

"No, it's just that I like you too much."

Zhou Xiaxia asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Gu Xiyan looked helpless. "Really, just focus on playing your game."

Seeing her start playing the game again with a hint of doubt, he sighed almost imperceptibly, then lowered his head and got busy.

Zhou Xiaxia looked up at him, shook her head, and didn't understand.

He continued to engage in childish activities such as playing games repeatedly and intermittently provoking Wei Xun.

Who would have thought that she, a once-proud playboy, would now willingly degenerate and be confined to a place like a library?

There were even people monitoring her every move.

All of this was thanks to Wen Shitang, Zhou Xiaxia gritted her teeth.

This time, she's going to take back everything she's lost.

As a result, Zhou Xiaxia went home exceptionally early today.

Unfortunately, Wen Shitang returned exceptionally late.

Looking at the person sleeping on the sofa, Wen Shitang felt a little guilty and gently carried the person back to the room.

It's not his fault. Although he knew that the person he sent had been discovered and she would definitely throw a tantrum when she got home, he really didn't come back late on purpose; he was genuinely very busy.

But it's all for the best; we've escaped a disaster.

Zhou Xiaxia woke up in the middle of the night and found herself in her room. She glanced at the time; it was 2 a.m., and her mind was still foggy.

She sat up for a while, and she clearly remembered that she had something to do today, something like demanding an explanation and taking back everything that belonged to her.

She got out of bed angrily and walked to Wen Shitang's door. She raised her hand to knock on the door but then paused. What did she want to take back? She didn't seem to have lost anything.

I went to the library on my own initiative, and I promised myself that I would behave myself.

We can't exactly ask him to withdraw his big bodyguard, can we? No, she still has a use for him.

Zhou Xiaxia is confused. What is her demand?

Not at all, but there's still a tiny bit of life in it.

I thought for a moment and gently turned the doorknob, but it wouldn't open. ???

Unbelievable! The servants all live in another building, and it's just the two of them in the house. Who are they trying to keep out of?

Zhou Xiaxia was not one to be bullied, so she immediately started banging on the door.

Wen Shitang was a light sleeper, and when he opened the door, he saw a person with a face full of resentment and bloodshot eyes.

A little flustered, just as he was about to speak, Zhou Xiaxia pushed him aside without a word, entered the room, and then climbed onto the bed without any hesitation.

Wen Shitang wanted to stop her, but that wasn't the important thing right now. Helpless, he walked to the bedside and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Xiaxia didn't say anything, she just hugged her pillow and sobbed.

She cried harder and harder, and Wen Shitang panicked, a surge of anger rising within him. "Has someone bullied you?"

No, that shouldn't be the case. Her schedule has been reported, and nothing else happened today except for discovering the people he sent.

But at most, she would get angry and cause him some trouble; she wouldn't cry so bitterly.

Wen Shitang walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, raising his hand to wipe her tears, but Zhou Xiaxia turned her head away.

Wen Shitang paused for a moment, then patted her back.

"What's wrong? Tell me about it, okay?"

Although Zhou Xiaxia often cries at home, Wen Shitang knows that most of the time she cries on purpose to annoy him, or she makes a terrible mistake and cries to escape punishment.

She would often cry while deliberately saying things to provoke him, knowing he would soften his heart.

I rarely cry silently like I did today.

Wen Shitang felt sad as well as he read it.

But she didn't say anything, and wouldn't answer when asked.

Wen Shitang sat quietly by her side, wiping away her tears from time to time, until she cried herself to sleep.

Looking at the person who was still frowning in their sleep, I felt sorry for them, but my expression became even colder.

It's clear she's truly heartbroken this time. The only people she truly cares about, besides her deceased parents and him, are Gu Xiyan.

The shadow in Wen Shitang's eyes flashed by.

After a while, looking at the sleeping person with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, I hesitated for a moment about whether to carry her back to her room, but in the end, I couldn't bear to do it.

I covered her with the blanket and then made do with the bedside for the night.

When Zhou Xiaxia woke up the next day, Wen Shitang was still at home, but she didn't seem to want to talk to him.

He seemed a bit listless, and left without even saying hello to Wen Shitang.