Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"Is there a difference?"

"There's a big difference!" Gong Zihua said awkwardly, "The former is because I don't want to answer his call, and the latter is because I might want to answer but didn't."

Jing Jiaren rolled her eyes and looked at him: "So what? You care about him very much."

"I don't care."

"Then why do you care what he thinks of you?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you!" Gong Zihua threw the book into her arms, "Read your book, don't bother me."

Who is arguing with whom?

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At about ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Jing Jiaren and Gong Zihua nestled in the study room of the Temple of Killing God... It was said to be a study room, but it was actually more like a small library, with tens of thousands of books stacked on top of each other.

Jing Jiaren has seen a lot of this kind of luxurious library, and she walks among them with ease, taking down a lot of books and stacking them aside, she has already unfolded a piece of paper in her hand, and is drawing the topography of the royal city on it.

Some books are the history of the construction of the royal city, with pictures and texts.

Jing Jiaren looked at each section, analyzed the topography of that drawing, and then assembled the puzzle on the paper like building blocks.

As for Gong Zihua, at first she idly slept with her legs crossed under the window, her face covered with a book, and then Jing Jiaren woke up with her ears picked up, and was sent to work as a porter.

Jing Jiaren, that vicious woman, only calls him around all day long.

Gong Zihua felt aggrieved, and walked among the stacked bookshelves looking for books... Damn, there are so many books that his eyes are dazzled.

Finally, Gong Zihua stared at a book on a high place. On the back of the book was written "Underground Kingdom-The Rise of the Royal City" in English.

Gong Zihua stretched out his hand and wiped it, but there was still a little distance, about five or six centimeters.

It's just a little bit of distance to be impartial, what a fucking embarrassment.

Gong Zihua hesitated to stand on tiptoe, a graceful male hand suddenly came from the side, jumped over him to get the book on the shelf.

Beside him, the shadow of a man blocks the light from the skylight.

Gong Zihua's heart tightened inexplicably, seeing that the book was pulled out, bringing out a lot of dust.

"Do you want to take this book?" Xie Mei's voice sounded from a close distance.

Gong Zihua twisted her neck and looked at Dong Gongzi with a half-smile.He is formally dressed today, like the oldest king in a deck of cards, with a crown inlaid and integrated hat, and his middle hair is curled and parted like Henry VIII.

His body suddenly approached, pressing Miyako Hua between the bookshelf and his chest.

Gong Zihua saw the gold engravings on his shawl, spades, hearts, clubs, and diamonds were inlaid with gemstones of different colors.

The male's fingers raised his chin: "Don't recognize me, huh?"

Gong Zihua's face quickly turned from sunny to cloudy, and he glared at him fiercely: "Don't touch me!"

Heck, when did this bastard come here, and he didn't notice it at all?He was careless.

Damn it, although I hate Donggong Ziche very much, it is undeniable that today's outfit is very handsome.

The majesty of the king can't hide his original evil charm...

"You are wrong. I only moved my hands to you now, and I haven't started to move my feet yet." Dong Gongzi said in his usual evil voice, and there was a strong passion in his eyes.

There was something in his words, even if Gong Zihua couldn't understand, he could read it from that lewd expression.

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