Jiang Nanshu lowered her head, vaguely feeling the air around her growing colder, so she wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed them.
Then she thought, what was she rubbing for? Since she decided to switch to a new plan, all that craziness, grossing someone out, groveling—it was pointless. She needed to reel him in and then kick him away harshly, let him suffer a blow in love, toy with his emotions, be hated; then she'd have both the money and the Disgust Value.
She couldn't wait to cash in early.
Then she leaned weakly into Lu Qingyan's arms, her voice laced with a little hook, her small hand intentionally teasing as she touched his chest: "Brother Qingyan, I'm so cold, hug me quickly."
[Don't believe I can't take you down, kiddo.]
Seeing that Lu Qingyan didn't move, she looked up to find him staring at her expressionlessly.
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
She felt like something was off but couldn't put her finger on it.
