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Chapter 615: That Other Person's Simp (36)

Jingxuan: Hmm?

He thought back and realized that the little female had indeed said those words. But at that time, he was almost going crazy, and he was afraid that if he regained his strength, he would hurt someone.

Song Zhishu said coldly again, "You didn't even ask me if I wanted you to touch me before you let go. You don't want to touch me, you don't like me."

Jingxuan: Hmm?

He lowered his eyes, looking at his hands covered in blood and grime, wanting to explain in a low voice, "No... it's dirty... you'll be unhappy if I touch it..."

Song Zhishu abruptly interrupted him, her tone sharp and icy: "How do you know I'll be unhappy? What if I said I agreed to let you touch me? You don't understand me, you don't like me." Jingxuan was completely at a loss. His anger was extinguished, and he lowered his head, sulking and letting Song Zhishu be unreasonable, looking aggrieved.

Seeing his expression, Song Zhishu gave an awkward "humph," turned around, and lay down with her back to him, as if to tell him that she was really angry!

But seeing Song Zhishu trying so hard to suppress her laughter, Bai Tuanzi hesitated, twirling the tissue in her hand, unsure if Song Zhishu needed it right now.

Song Zhishu didn't notice the ant-like white ball; she only felt refreshed and invigorated. Although Chang Sheng and Su Chengrui hadn't cleaned up yet, and Jing Xuan hadn't formally apologized, she had to admit that this feeling of bullying and acting recklessly was quite satisfying.

It is really

It felt amazing!!

But she wasn't someone who was easily coaxed (White Dumpling: Ning...are you sure?), so naturally she couldn't just continue living with Jingxuan without holding a grudge because of these few words. She felt it would be beneath her to even think about it.

So, Song Zhishu lowered her voice as much as possible and said coldly, "Go back. I don't want to see you."

These words deeply traumatized Jingxuan. Her head, which had been hanging low, froze, and she weakly looked up at her frail back.

Just as he imagined, when the delicate, charming, and beautiful young female looked at him coldly and acted as if they were strangers, he would almost lose control.

Ke Jingxuan gritted her teeth and swallowed the raging flames that burned her throat, making her hoarse as she spoke: "Don't get the wound wet..."

Song Zhishu thought he would say "goodbye" or "okay," or perhaps, if he were bolder, he would repeat the same mistake and harm his own hand again.

She hadn't expected that just those five words would burn and blaze in the air, carried by his scorching breath, filling her ears with intense affection.

Song Zhishu couldn't help but secretly glance back at him. She could only watch helplessly as he walked away slowly with his back straight, without any intention of lingering, yet he inexplicably exuded a sense of wind and fragility.

She suddenly wanted to stop him, but reason prevailed, and Song Zhishu immediately covered her mouth to prevent herself from blurting out "Jingxuan".

As the figure gradually faded away, until the mountains and fields were covered with flowers, pine trees, and shrubs, and no trace of silver could be found, Song Zhishu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She endured the pain, bent her knees again, and turned around with difficulty, staring blankly upwards with her eyes.

She squirmed restlessly on the hay, but her mind kept replaying the look in Jingxuan's eyes when he confessed his feelings to her, making Song Zhishu's cheeks flush and creating a magnificent, rosy scene.

Secretly regretting her easy succumbing to temptation, Song Zhishu rubbed her flat stomach and suddenly remembered that she hadn't eaten anything. But her knees were in excruciating pain. Even though Jing Xuan must have secretly given her some painkillers, the burning, stinging pain was still excruciating.

Song Zhishu was exhausted from rolling around and was just about to catch her breath, waiting for the pain to subside before getting up, when she suddenly saw the black bear lurking suspiciously at the cave entrance. She recognized it immediately as the little darling who had saved her from dire straits, and excitedly wanted to bring it over to share her fruit. However, this inevitably aggravated her wounds again, and the sudden, piercing pain made Song Zhishu's face contort in agony as she hugged her knees and began to howl in pain.

Leopard!! Conquer!! Male and female leads! If this grudge isn't avenged, that white dumpling must be destroyed!! (Roar)

White dumpling: Unexpected disaster strikes, just bear it, you'll get used to it.

However, the black bear's intentions seemed to be different from yours. When it saw that Song Zhishu had noticed it, it even glanced around nervously. Fortunately, Song Zhishu was tormented by the injury on her knee and didn't have time to pay attention to its expression.

The black bear shuddered at the thought of the male who had found it earlier, and struggled to push the fruit basket that Song Zhishu had brought over from a short distance away. Amidst Song Zhishu's joyful smile, he then dragged a piece of animal hide, piled high with fruit and herbs, from a distance from the cave.

Song Zhishu was stunned.

She pointed to herself, puzzled, and asked, "...Mine?"

The black bear, having completed its task, wagged its tail and responded, "Yes."

Song Zhishu's originally curved eyelashes fluttered, revealing a glittering starlight.

She tentatively declined, saying, "Hmm...it might have been given to me by a kind person, but I don't like accepting things from strangers so easily, so I won't take it..."

As soon as she said that, the little black bear's face fell instantly. It circled around Song Zhishu, almost performing some kind of trick for her, hoping that she would put these things away quickly.

When Song Zhishu first saw those familiar nourishing herbs, a figure vaguely appeared in her mind. Then, seeing the little black bear's terrified expression after she refused, she could almost conclude that it was Jingxuan's fault.

As for these fruits, it's possible they were sent by Sheng Yu and the other females. Jing Xuan is someone she spends every day with and knows her well; she knows that her sisters are incomparable in her eyes.

But it's more likely that Layton and his group sent the petition. Everyone knows how Song Zhishu treated Jing Xuan, and now, because of this incident, their tribe is in a state of panic, undergoing an inevitable catastrophe of division. Their tribe is powerful, and countless other tribes are eyeing them covetously. If this collapse isn't handled properly, they're likely doomed.

The situation is even more complicated with the females. But how could they bear to abandon Su Chengrui? So they just wanted to make Jingxuan a scapegoat.

They probably didn't expect that Jingxuan would actually be sent directly to Song Zhishu.

She played with the still-fresh fruit in her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Song Zhishu yawned and casually tossed the fruit to the little black bear.

What Layton and his tribe can offer now are mostly the winter supplies they've been allocated: if they dare to touch the fruit picked by the females from the males, it will only hasten the tribe's demise.

So

Song Zhi glanced at the fruit, which was half the quality of Jing Xuan's medicinal herbs, and mocking ice flowers condensed among them.

It's really chilling.