This bastard, since he doesn't even like her and still says so many misleading things, what does he want to do?
Zheng Quchi gritted his teeth in his heart, but forced a smile on his face: "It's not interesting, and I don't like you either."
She remembered that the expression "I like you" should not be popular in this era. The expression of love between men and women has always been implicit and obscure. Even after living together for a lifetime, they still don't know who the other person is. Not loving yourself.
Yu Wensheng studied the awkward look on her face that was half-shy and angry, and suddenly became interested in the word "like" in his heart.
He thought about it for a moment and said, seemingly truthfully, "If what you say about liking me means that I want you, then I should really like you."
Zheng Quchi was a little distracted.
No, liking should be...what should it be like?
Zheng Quchi has not yet settled on the definition of "like", but at the very least, liking should first be heartbeat, peace of mind, appreciation and admiration.
How can anyone like someone with such a general "I want you"? How is this different from "I want this" or "I want that"? ..
Zheng Quchi said angrily: "I want you, it's not like I like you, it's just possessiveness."
It was another word he didn't understand. Yu Wensheng thought about it for a while, weighed its ingredients, and then asked her what she meant: "What is possessiveness?"
"You can only touch the things in your hands by yourself. Others will feel uncomfortable even if they come even closer. You are not allowed to escape from your hands of all the people and things you own. You have a strong sense of territoriality and monopolize the people and things you like. , this is called possessiveness.”
Her words completely explained Yu Wensheng's true psychology. He was stunned for a while. It turned out that there was really a word in the world that could describe his thoughts so accurately...
He heard the resistance in her words and asked again: "Do you think possessiveness is a bad thing?"
"It's not bad, but if the possessiveness is too strong, everything will turn against you. I have read a sentence that when the possessiveness is rampant and uncontrolled, if the other party complies, it will become worse. If the other party resists, it will be suppressed with force. So I think the best relationship is when we are in love with each other, and when we are in conflict with each other, we are apart." Zheng Quchi expressed his meaning.
For example, if one party is too strong, it will put a lot of pressure on the other party.
Just like her, sometimes when she gets angry, she doesn't dare to have a fight with Yu Wensheng, let alone act petty like other young lovers, which she can't even think about.
If in a marriage, one party can only follow the other party, and one party coaxes the other party, if it goes on for a long time, who wouldn't be tired?
So... let's cut through the mess quickly.
Zheng Quchi suddenly said seriously: "The marriage between us actually doesn't count at all, right?"
Yu Wensheng had known that she would mention this matter, so he was not surprised.
"Count."
When Zheng Quchi heard Mo lower his eyes and say these two words calmly, the anger in his heart that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly ignited.
"King Ye agreed? Has the marriage contract been issued? Stop lying to me. I can accept your concealment, but if you lie to me and I find out, I don't know if I will ever forgive you."
Her words were like a shackles, tightly trapping the original ferocity in Yu Wensheng's body, preventing him from telling her even a simple lie.
Yu Wensheng's face looked a little ugly, and he said: "King Ye will agree. If he doesn't agree... then let's find someone else who will agree."
Zheng Quchi: "..." Is he trying to make a cake for her?
Otherwise, is he really capable of changing the dynasty of Ye country with just one word?
Zheng Quchi didn't believe it at all and regarded his words as a joke. She argued with reason: "I don't care whether he agrees or not, but now I know that our marriage does not count..."
"Uh-huh——"
With a cry of pain, Yu Wensheng's arm twitched and his lips were as pale as ice and snow condensed on a crabapple flower.
Zheng Quchi heard it, and in the middle of his words, he made a sharp turn and said in a tight voice, "What's wrong with you? Is the wound painful?"
At this time, Yu Wensheng's face was extremely pale, and he smiled strangely: "You don't have to worry about me. Maybe I won't be able to delay it for a few days, and then you will be free..."
"...No, I don't care about you." Zheng Quchi's confidence soon faded.
Yu Wensheng turned a deaf ear to her sophistry. He was like a flower of evil that was about to decay. His words that hurt others and himself were harsh and sharp.
"I know that you despise me and hate me. Now...I am almost dead, and you still plan to sever ties with me. You just hate me so much..."
Zheng Quchi listened to his scolding with his mouth open. When he finally stopped, he said evasively: "No, I really didn't. What I said is, what I mean is that we..."
Cough... He spoke too emotionally, which aggravated the injury. A mouthful of blood came out of the corner of his mouth, and Zheng Quchi was so shocked that he became mute on the spot.
At the moment, she had forgotten all about making peace with each other, getting rid of the relationship, and cutting through the mess with a sharp knife. She said comfortingly: "Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Don't get excited and take good care of yourself."
She grabbed the wet handkerchief she had used to wipe his face before, put it to his lips, and collected his blood.
And he took the opportunity to grab her arm, his eyes bright: "Qui Chi, can you wait a little longer, I will definitely hand over our marriage contract with my own hands."
Zheng Quchi's arms were numb: "...Okay, let go first and don't touch your injured right hand."
She's not in a hurry, she really isn't in a hurry.
Yu Wensheng's mental state at this time really made Zheng Quchi's scalp numb. She always felt that if she didn't follow him, something terrible and irreversible might happen in the next second.
"If you don't believe it, I can write you a military order..."
Zheng Quchi finally begged him: "Don't bother yourself. Your right hand is broken, so why should you write..."
Halfway through her words, she finally realized what she had said, and her voice suddenly stopped. She pursed her lips and looked at Yu Wensheng with a guilty conscience.
As expected, he saw a bleak look on his face and glanced at his right arm mockingly: "Yes, my right hand is broken. Maybe I won't even be able to hold a sword in the future..."
Zheng Quchi wished he could go back to the previous moment and strangle himself to death for saying the wrong thing. After she wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, she comforted him: "If your right hand doesn't work, let's practice the left hand. Don't give up on yourself. Everything is always possible." .”
"Then will you accompany me? Will you practice the sword with me until you can use your left hand as well as your right hand?" He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her answer.
Zheng Quchi saw that he still refused to lie down and had to stubbornly listen to her. She was a little worried that the wound on his body would open and bleed again, so she could only say: "...Come with me, I will accompany you."
