1147: Pretending He Doesn't Exist

Pretending He Doesn't Exist

Even Jing Tong hadn't expected it, let alone outsiders.2

Her life had fallen to rock bottom, but in a sense, she had been relieved. For example, she could finally bury her infatuation with Jiang Yu, and no one could interfere with her life.

However, the price was too high.

She didn't even have time to feel sad.

She turned on the computer and devoted herself to work. She didn't even look at Jiang Yu when he came out of the bathroom.

Jiang Yu didn't bring any pajamas, so he just washed up and was still wearing his pants and shirt.

Fortunately, he had bought a pair of men's slippers after entering the neighborhood to avoid being barefooted.

He looked at Jing Tong's quiet and serious face and suddenly realized that the woman had become more beautiful.

He had only noticed that she had lost weight before, but now, he realized that after shedding the baby fat and the puerile look on her face, she had finally shown her unique feminine charm, like a cherry.

Jiang Yu looked down at her chest. Even if her pajamas were loose, it couldn't cover her round face.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help recalling the soft touch his elbow had brought.

Jing Tong finally noticed his burning gaze.

She looked at him and said, "Go to sleep. I still have to work until late."

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow and said, "Where do I sleep?"

"I've made the bed for you. Go to sleep." Jing Tong pointed at the bunk to cover her gloating.

Jiang Yu looked around and didn't say anything. He walked over and stood behind Jing Tong, leaning over slightly.

Jing Tong was shocked. She turned around and glared at him. "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yu looked at her and said, "It's still early. I want to read a book. Can I?"

Jing Tong then noticed that he had reached out to the bookshelf.

She had no choice but to nod.

Jiang Yu smiled, leaned forward and took out a book from her bookshelf.

Jing Tong's hands froze on the keyboard. When the man leaned over, the strong masculine smell shrouded her, and she couldn't ignore it at all. All her hair stood on end.

Fortunately, Jiang Yu left with the books soon. He walked to the side of the bed next to the wardrobe, where there was an armchair. She usually ate or watched TV there.

The man sat on the sofa and opened the book in his hand.

Jing Tong bit her lips and ignored the weird feeling in her heart. She looked at the computer screen again.

The room was very quiet, and only the sound of her typing on the keyboard and flipping pages could be heard.

Jing Tong gradually felt irritated, and the English on the screen became unfamiliar. She read it several times but couldn't process it.

She was irritated.

Was it because she was in the same room as that man? How long had it been? Why hadn't she gotten rid of his influence on her?

He wasn't in her line of sight anyway, so why couldn't she pretend that he didn't exist?

She tried to convince herself, but her work progress was still slow.

She finally couldn't take it anymore and closed her laptop.

Jiang Yu looked up at her and asked, "Are you done with work?"

No way.

Jing Tong thought to herself furiously but she merely assented.

"Then go to bed early." He closed the book in his hand and said with an inexplicable solemness.

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