He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 274: 267: Miss Wen Finally Confesses, Xie Shang Loses Control (Second Update) Chapter 274: 267: Miss Wen Finally Confesses, Xie Shang Loses Control (Second Update) Wen Changling held two sweet potatoes in her hands, which were still a bit hot; she didn’t mind the dirt and used her sleeve to hold them, “Xie Shang, want a sweet potato?”

“No, thanks.”

Xie Shang didn’t have the habit of eating again after a meal.

Wen Changling could eat at any time, with no schedule at all. Her hand was slightly burned by the hot potato skin, so she pinched her cool ear with her hot fingers to cool it down.

“Give it to me, I’ll peel it for you.”

Wen Changling handed the sweet potato to Xie Shang and moved a long stool over, sitting together at the kitchen doorstep, next to an old charcoal brazier framed with wood and iron.

Wen Changling rested her feet on the edge of the brazier, warming herself while waiting to eat, “Did you retract the online news?”

“Mhm.”

Xie Shang’s skin was pale, and his fingers quickly got dirty from the wood ash on the sweet potato skin.

“Did it cost money?”

“It did.”

Wen Changling wanted to ask how much it cost.

Xie Shang brought the peeled sweet potato closer to her mouth, “Blow on it before eating.”

“Oh.”

Wen Changling puffed her cheeks and blew on the sweet potato to cool it. She ate three in total (the small ones) and forgot all about the money.

Tonight, Wen Changling had planned to sleep on her own, but she felt she needed to explain, as the online rumors were too unpleasant; she went over to Xie Shang’s place again. The door wasn’t locked; Xie Shang was showering. While waiting for him, she noticed an unusually shaped perfume bottle in the cabinet; under the light, it looked like a polished, irregular, multifaceted piece of obsidian.

After his shower, Xie Shang came out dressed in pajamas, his hair half-dry.

Wen Changling stood by the cabinet, “Can I take a look at that perfume bottle?”

Xie Shang went to get it.

“Is this obsidian?”

“The outside of the bottle is, but the part that touches the liquid is lead crystal glass.”

Wen Changling was a science student – she didn’t understand art design but thought the black bottle had a heavy feel and perfectly matched her aesthetic taste.

No wonder so many people spent money collecting Noon Ferry’s perfume bottles.

“What’s the name of this perfume? I didn’t see it on Noon Ferry’s official website.”

“It’s unnamed,” Xie Shang said, “I made it for myself; it isn’t a Noon Ferry product.” The cap was a bit uncomfortable to remove. He opened the lid and handed the bottle to Wen Changling to play with, “Wait here for me.”

He took a piece of clothing and went out.

Wen Changling sprayed a bit of the perfume on her wrist and waited a few seconds before smelling it. It was rather unisex, light, and unique – the top note sharp, with a slightly bitter base note.

felt letters at the bottom of the

brought

for seven days, to be taken twice

back on the table. This perfume was strange; despite its faint smell, it completely covered the

people called Xie Shang a wizard in the world of

her nose and drank the herbal medicine in one gulp, just like in the morning, Xie Shang had prepared a pastry

Jhiang, and I ran into Jiang Chengxue in the parking lot. The reporters wrote nonsense; I have nothing to

hummed in

trending, and yet

you thought

Wen Changling nodded.

I asked, you wouldn’t tell me,

incredibly tolerant of her and knew her

it to Xie Shang, with a very docile expression, asking a very “preposterous” hypothetical,

Xie Shang

“And me?”

in Xie Shang’s mind was dangerous and dark, even a bit dirty, showing no respect

might have moved on. He did consider that possibility, only to realize his own moral threshold was

hypothesizing, Wen Changling already felt the restrained explosive power in Xie Shang’s eyes, so she changed the subject, “Are the three

made it while we

named, ‘Wen Changling’ would be

Shang,” there was still a faint bitter note in the air; Wen Changling wrapped her hand around Xie Shang’s waist – on such a cold day, the warmth of his chest was still hot, “Did

pang of

Xie Shang was love without return, filled with

back,” Xie Shang felt he had become insatiably greedy lately, and he bent down, pleading

okay not to be loved as long as he loved Miss Wen well. Just a few days had passed, and he already wanted

could never be

I don’t

Shang, “If I didn’t

tonight were all hard to

Xie Shang was silent.

Xie Shang. She admitted that there was indeed a time when

don’t have confidence

didn’t speak sweet nothings, didn’t express love openly, had an independent personality, wasn’t clingy,

the conversation of those two ladies at the ski resort, and he related to the main character being discussed, feeling insecure, worried

the steel-made Miss Wen had a

“I see.”

and she took out

light

lit the Chinese honeycomb, then hugged Xie Shang and waited. She waited until emotions overwhelmed her, until the love-laden thoughts

stood on tiptoe, kissed Xie Shang meticulously, capturing his lips, going deeper, almost wishing she could swallow him. The sound of their kissing was entangling, filled with the desire

him through a misty haze, “Do you know what I’m thinking

moment she started

Shang had

my daily thoughts are of

corners of his eyes began to redden, “Chinese honeycomb can cause people to see illusions, to see whatever they want to see.” He breathed into her ear, “Changling, is

Changling bit the mole on his collarbone hard, “Does