Spellbound Hearts - Chapter 87 - If You Can't Have It, Destroy It

Find someone to marry? With whom? Upon hearing Song Zhaoli’s answer, Ji Xuan’s mind lagged for a moment. In her understanding, two people who become husband and wife must love each other and be willing to share all the ups and downs of future days. But from Song Zhaoli’s perspective, it seemed like going to the market to buy vegetables. Whether you like it or not doesn’t matter; the main thing is that you’re hungry.

After Song Zhaoli spoke, seeing Ji Xuan’s confused expression, he reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, half-smiling, “Not drunk?”

Ji Xuan instinctively leaned back, her lips slightly pursed, a wary look in her eyes, “No.”

Seeing this, Song Zhaoli’s hand froze in mid-air, and after a few seconds, he lowered it to pick up his wine glass, his voice deep, “Sorry.”

Ji Xuan, “…”

Song Zhaoli’s measured approach made Ji Xuan seem overly cautious and petty. Ji Xuan indeed hadn’t drunk too much tonight. Having learned from past experiences, she had been careful all evening. Although it appeared she drank quite a bit and her reactions were slow, her mind was clear.

With Song Zhaoli’s apology, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became tense. After about a minute, Ji Xuan felt uneasy under the pressure of the atmosphere and supported herself on the sofa to stand up, “I’ll check the fridge and see what’s there to make some snacks.”

After speaking, Ji Xuan stepped towards the kitchen. Watching her move, Song Zhaoli leaned over to grab the decanter and pour wine, his slightly parted legs shifted slightly, his foot just blocking her step.

Ji Xuan assumed Song Zhaoli was pouring wine and, preoccupied, didn’t notice his subtle movements. The next second, as she was about to step forward, her foot suddenly stumbled. In front of Ji Xuan was the floor, to her right was the coffee table, and to her left was Song Zhaoli. Just as she cursed inwardly that none of these directions were suitable to fall towards, Song Zhaoli, sitting on the left, extended his large hand and pulled her into his arms.

The incident happened in a flash. Ji Xuan hadn’t expected Song Zhaoli to hold her and instinctively struggled. The struggle only made it worse; Song Zhaoli couldn’t hold her steady, and she ended up falling directly into his lap. Saying she fell into his arms would be more accurate to say she landed on his legs.

Accompanied by Song Zhaoli’s muffled groan, Ji Xuan glanced at where her hand had landed, her face turning red. Time seemed to pass slowly, and Song Zhaoli spoke hoarsely, “How long do you plan to keep touching?”

Upon hearing this, Ji Xuan quickly got up, hiding the hand that had pressed against Song Zhaoli’s certain area behind her back, her blush spreading to her ears, “I’m sorry, President Song.”

Song Zhaoli’s expression was hard to read, whether from pain or restraint, “Biting the hand that feeds you?”

Ji Xuan’s face flushed, unable to respond. Song Zhaoli’s words carried multiple meanings; any of the things he had helped her with recently could be considered favors. He had done her ‘favors,’ yet she almost made him unable to have children.

Seeing her silence, Song Zhaoli tightened his jaw and spoke, “Cigarette.”

Upon hearing his words, Ji Xuan quickly bent down to grab the cigarette box from the coffee table and handed it to him, “President Song.”

Ji Xuan didn’t know how painful it was for a man to be injured in that area. But she had heard others say it was excruciating, even life-threatening. Song Zhaoli took the cigarette from her hand, lit it, took a deep drag, and looked up at her, his voice hoarse, “Ji Xuan, we’re friends, right?”

Ji Xuan’s inner thought: No. Ji Xuan’s words: “Yes.”

Through the smoke, Song Zhaoli squinted slightly and asked again, “Do you have any inappropriate desires for a friend?”

Ji Xuan frowned, puzzled by his question, “No.”

Song Zhaoli responded with a soft “Hmm,” flicking the ash from his cigarette, “I thought you had some thoughts about me, and if you couldn’t have me, you’d destroy me.”