When running out from backstage, Jiang Wei looked up at the sky, her heart pounding rapidly, feeling completely dazed...
It wasn't just Shen Yuzhe's confession that caused her emotions to fluctuate so wildly, but also because this Chinese literature senior was truly too crazy...
Jiang Wei had rejected his confession, and this guy then started passionately reciting love poems to her, claiming that he had written a hundred love poems for her. If she listened to them all and still couldn't be moved, he would willingly let her go.
Jiang Wei blinked her eyes and counted with her fingers.
Assuming each poem took one minute to recite, a hundred poems would take a hundred minutes, which was nearly two hours...
By the time this "great poet" finished reciting all his works, her little Shizhi at home might have already demolished the entire place...
"Senior Shen, I'm sorry, we're really not suitable for each other."
Jiang Wei sighed helplessly, slightly bowing to apologize, "I can't continue listening to your poetry compositions because I have someone at home who needs my care..."
She didn't dare mention little Shizhi, for if Shen Yuzhe knew that his poetry was less important than a dog, he might instantly collapse.
"Is it Yi Ming?" Shen Yuzhe's expression darkened as he mumbled.
"Huh?"
Jiang Wei was taken aback, then shook her head like a rocking drum, "No."
"It must be him."
Shen Yuzhe pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and pursed his lips, "I can tell you really like him."
Jiang Wei: "..."
"Does he not have hands or feet that he needs you to take care of him?"
Jiang Wei helplessly held her head, "Senior, really, it's not him..."
"Alright, don't say anymore... I know now."
Shen Yuzhe waved his hand, looking hurt, "I know there's no place for me in your heart, so... I'm willing to let you go today, but that doesn't mean I won't keep trying to make you accept me in the future, Jiang Wei..."
"Um..."
"Can I hug you?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wei took three steps back.
The shock she experienced today was truly too much!
"Senior Shen, you..."
"In martial arts novels, when people part ways, they use an embrace to express their reluctance to separate. From here on, we go our separate ways in the jianghu, but when will we meet again? Hey, hey, hey, Jiang Wei, where are you going?"
Shen Yuzhe was rambling on by himself. When he looked up again, the little girl had already disappeared.
He turned his head to look at the fleeing Jiang Wei: "I was just kidding with you. I'm a gentleman, how could I take advantage of a young lady?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Regardless, she had to hurry home.
If she didn't return soon, she was afraid Shen Yuzhe would truly drive her crazy.
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Jiang Wei arrived at her residential area and went upstairs, only to find Yi Ming had been waiting by the door for her.
"Little girl, how was your performance? Successful?"
Yi Ming flashed a brilliant smile, revealing a row of white teeth. He handed her a cup of milk tea. Jiang Wei took it, the milk tea itself had already cooled down, only Yi Ming's palm that had held it retained some warmth.
"Not too bad."
Jiang Wei's eyes flickered unconsciously. Yi Ming was a little jealous boyfriend, so she definitely couldn't let him know about Shen Yuzhe's antics.
"Hmm," Yi Ming smiled and stood by, waiting for Jiang Wei to open the door. With a meaningful tone, he teased, "Our little fairy is too stunning in public, she's bound to attract unwanted attention."
Jiang Wei's hand froze as she was unlocking the door, the key getting stuck in the keyhole: "No way..."
"Why not?" Yi Ming casually draped his long arm around Jiang Wei's shoulder. His small mouth twitched to the side, looking utterly forlorn, "I heard... that today someone was blocking my childhood sweetheart backstage, even intending to use a hundred love poems to win her over?"
Jiang Wei: "..."
It's true that good news travels slowly, but bad news travels far and wide.
Now what should she do to appease this little emperor?
