Qin Qingzhuo's eyelids twitched slightly. He originally wanted to pretend that the kiss had never happened, but he didn't expect that Jiang Ji's words would directly disrupt his rhythm.
"That's not the case," he smiled and pretended to be calm, "I didn't take it seriously, Jiang Ji, you don't have to take it too seriously. Sometimes people will do something impulsive when they are in a certain atmosphere."
"So I should take it seriously?" Jiang Ji looked at him, "I'm not impulsive, I'm serious."
He has his own way of moving, aggressively, almost menacingly.
Qin Qingzhuo didn't know what to say for a moment, and pondered over the wording calmly.
"Forget it," Jiang Ji lowered his eyes before he could speak, "I know I'm a hoodlum who can't be on the stage. If my actions last night bothered you, don't worry, I won't do that next time, and you don't have to hide from me on purpose."
He looked a little depressed when he lowered his eyes. Qin Qingzhuo immediately softened his heart. He was most worried that his refusal would inadvertently hurt Jiang Ji. He sighed and said, "Jiang Ji, don't say such things. I never thought you were a scoundrel who couldn't show up on the stage..."
"So you are tacitly allowing me to do this next time?" Jiang Ji interrupted him before he could finish his words and said this.
Qin Qingzhuo was completely stunned this time.
Two seconds later, he couldn't help laughing and shook his head: "Jiang Ji..."
Where did he learn this set of psychological tactics of retreating to advance? He simply couldn't do anything to Jiang Ji. After laughing, he said helplessly: "Let's go inside and talk."
After entering the room, Qin Qingzhuo pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down. I'll get you something to drink."
Jiang Ji sat on the sofa and saw that there were a few more fluffy things in Qin Qingzhuo's house compared to last time—a fluffy rocking chair and a fluffy welcome bear.
Qin Qingzhuo came over with two glasses of iced orange juice. He handed one to Jiang Ji and held one in his own hand. "How was the talk with Huan Yang?"
Jiang Ji took the orange juice and looked at Qin Qingzhuo who was sitting on the single sofa next to him. Qin Qingzhuo looked like he had just taken a shower, his hair was still wet, and the ends of his hair were very black, which made his skin look especially fair. The sweet-scented osmanthus and woody scents were mixed with water vapor, moist and light.
He could feel his pulse beating strongly with his heart, and the urge to raise his hand and touch Qin Qingzhuo's hair came back.
Section 57
"Why aren't you talking?" Qin Qingzhuo took a sip of the orange juice. "Do you still think the conditions are too harsh?"
"No," Jiang Ji wiped the water droplets on the wall of the cup with his fingertips as the cool air of the orange juice reached his hands. "I just think the conditions are too good."
Qin Qingzhuo was confused: "Hmm?"
"So good that I thought it was going to be a trap."
Qin Qingzhuo smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. Cai Heng and I have been friends for many years, and Huanyang's reputation is well known in the industry. If you have any concerns, you can ask them to draft the contract first, and then I will help you negotiate."
"It has nothing to do with the contract. I just feel that," Jiang Ji said slowly, "fate will put a price tag on all the gifts that come suddenly."
"… such as?"
"For example," Jiang Ji looked up at him, "If I accept all these favors, can I still pursue you with peace of mind?"