He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 88 - 88 087 Lighting the lovers incense Xie Shangs emotions

Chapter 88: 087: Lighting the lover’s incense, Xie Shang’s emotions surge (second update Chapter 88: 087: Lighting the lover’s incense, Xie Shang’s emotions surge (second update He suddenly stepped back, his calmness completely disrupted.

It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t. He needed to stay calm, turned around, and tried to leave the courtyard that was everywhere marked by Wen Changling’s presence.

Wen Changling was calling him, “Xie Xingxing.”

Don’t call him.

“Xingxing.”

The Wen family’s girl could cast a spell.

It turned out to be true.

All his actions thereafter seemed beyond the control of his mind, as Xie Shang turned back and walked up to Wen Changling.

“Why are you crying?” Because of Yan Cong? Because of Ah Na?

Her eyelashes fluttered, and tears rolled down: “There’s sand in my eyes.”

She was lying.

Xie Shang had seen what she looked like when there was really sand in her eyes, and it wasn’t like this.

“Xie Xingxing, blow on my eyes for me.”

Miss Wen sometimes liked to speak in a very direct tone, like a command.

Xie Shang crouched down and embraced Miss Wen.

“Don’t cry.”

The one who wanted to make Miss Wen cry, in the end, was comforting her not to cry. Xie Shang felt like he was going insane.

The person in his arms was very quiet, obediently leaning against him. She sniffed, rubbed against his clothes, dried all her tears, and said nothing for a long time. Because of the alcohol, she gradually fell asleep.

The person who had thrown a huge stone into a calm lake was now sleeping so peacefully. Xie Shang wanted to wake her up and ask her what kind of spell she had cast. He stayed in one position until his body stiffened, and then he picked her up and took her back to her room.

Her room was just like her, with a tough, stony style.

Xie Shang placed her on the bed. The air conditioning in the room was covered with a cloth torn from an old bedsheet, evidently not often used. Xie Shang turned on the old electric fan, and as its wings creaked and turned, the room, despite the noise, gave off an eerie silence.

Wen Changling shifted her position, curling up like a caterpillar, hugging herself with both hands, her eyelashes still wet, damp with moisture.

Xie Shang watched her, not knowing whether he was asking her or himself, “If one day, I hurt you, would you cry like this?”

Isn’t it a heart made of stone?

“Meow.”

Huahua lay at the door, lazy and contented.

“Meow.”

Very annoying.

Shang looked up and said, “Get

It could sense the mood in his tone and knew that the “male master” was on the verge of breaking down.

alcohol, Wen Changling slept

was frantically awake, and it was past midnight. He couldn’t sleep; every time he

incense based on

cabinet, looked at the many incense boxes, and after a

an incense table on the

incense charcoal, buried it in the burner, meticulously arranged the

of agarwood. He used incense tongs to take it, placed it on the mica piece, and covered the incense burner. Moments later, curls of smoke rose and slowly

smell it for a while, for a

first page, and for a long time, remained on the first page. Today, for some unknown reason, he couldn’t concentrate on the book. He closed his eyes and

girl’s voice, soft and clear, like an incense spoon clinking against a

“I can talk.”

name is

“…”

“Xie Shang.”

beautiful, so I

my hair while

“…”

was Wen

was Miss Wen coming

to drink, would you

you also

thing you’ve ever

you fall in love with someone, to what extent would you

betray your

“…”

a silhouette

slim, not caring for beauty. She seldom spoke, but sometimes her voice was like the song of a sea demon. Always wearing glasses, she had a pair of

“Xie Shang.”

“You must be obedient.”

“Lower your head.”

“…”

tell you a secret

night, I intentionally left the door unlocked, and I deliberately placed a trophy on the

my route, so the

lost while

“…”

never cast a spell on that kind of

a spell

spell on you;

love you. Isn’t

“…”

Xie Shang wanted to open his eyes but felt

really cast spells? How did they do it? What would happen to the person under a spell? Paralyzed? Helpless? Heart out of control? Like a puppet, with demonic whispers in the ears, then losing all self-awareness, was

“Xie Shang.”

“Xie Shang.”

“…”

Don’t call him.