He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 9 - 9 008 Forest Thrills

Chapter 9: 008: Forest Thrills Chapter 9: 008: Forest Thrills “I’ve had my share,” Xie Shang explained, “Lileitu isn’t that safe. One of us needs to stay sober.”

Wen Changling looked at the glass of wine, “Before I came out to have fun, my landlady reminded me not to trust people too much abroad and to be vigilant at all times.”

Xie Shang heard the implications in her words, “You’re only becoming cautious of me now, Miss Wen. Isn’t it a bit late?”

Miss Wen nodded in agreement, “It is a bit late.” She thought for a moment and decided to remedy the situation, “Then, may I see your ID card?”

She looked at Xie Shang, seldom staring so intently at someone.

There was a strange sense of storytelling about her, she seemed like the person in the movies who appears with a secret, suddenly shows up and just as suddenly vanishes, inspiring irresistible curiosity.

Xie Shang took his coat, pulled out his ID card, and showed it to Wen Changling, “Want to take a photo? To send to your friends back home or something.”

She said she did and immediately took out her phone, snapped a photo of Xie Shang’s ID, and sent it to her landlady back in her home country.

Xie Shang’s ID photo was so much better looking than the usual standard for domestic ones that Wen Changling even wondered if the photographer had photoshopped it due to being smitten with Xie Shang’s good looks.

That would be going too far.

Wen Changling thought about her own ID photo, which had been edited to the brink of altering her hairline.

Xie Shang pushed the wine glass towards her, “Have a taste, I won’t kidnap you.”

Wen Changling picked up the glass curiously, even gave it a swirl, and then cautiously took a tiny sip.

“How is it?”

She curved the corners of her mouth ever so slightly, the expression identical to the satisfaction she felt when she had delicious food in Sleepless City, “Very sweet.”

Not harsh on the throat at all.

She couldn’t resist and took another sip.

“This is honey red wine, suitable for girls, it doesn’t get you drunk easily.”

“Then can I drink a little more?”

“Of course.”

had to remain sober,

talkative. She started talking about her landlady, saying she was a tough-talking but soft-hearted old lady; she talked about the landlady’s cat, a tabby named Huahua, incredibly good at catching mice. She also mentioned that there was a particularly aggressive dog

herself. Xie Shang simply listened, occasionally responding when she called out

didn’t get drunk; indeed, the wine wasn’t very intoxicating, and she had a high tolerance for alcohol. Her mind was clear, though she felt a slight dizziness. The wind in Lileitu was strong, making her sleepy. The lights were dazzling; she squinted her eyes, her vision began to double, and she saw a cluster of Xie

head on the table, wanting to rest, and as she drifted in and out of sleep, she heard Xie Shang speaking in fluent foreign language to someone

was the owner of

that

as though he was slightly tipsy despite

with a familiarity that suggested they were friends, no wonder he dared to steal wine in the middle

“Wen Changling.”

Shang bent down to

her face to the other

back to

hummed a response but

“Can you walk?”

use the wine cellar’s cart, the one used

and wouldn’t casually

off drowsiness, struggling to

steps were a bit

her back, acting as her shadow. Over these few days, aside from holding her hand when they danced, they

the type to have a romantic encounter in the

Changling was completely sober, her mind full of Xie Shang—Young Master Xie the Fourth, who was very crazy, very

had shown her a different world, one she had never seen before, filled with novelty, adventure, mystery, and heart-pounding terror,

The next morning.

restaurant for food; Xie Shang was already there, and she sat

is

“Three in the afternoon.”

flight today was heading back

the country for the

and pushed the untouched bottle

liked the fresh milk specially provided by the restaurant of this hotel, but it was limited

Changling said very sincerely, almost bowing, “Thank you for being