"Is there a difference?"

"The difference is huge!" Gong Zihua said awkwardly, "The former is because I don't want to answer his call, and the latter is because I might have wanted to 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 and don't disturb me."

Who is arguing with whom?

…

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

Jing Jiaren had seen a lot of this kind of luxurious library. She walked around it with ease, took down many books and stacked them aside. She had already unfolded a piece of paper in her hand and was drawing the topography of the royal city on it.

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

Every time Jing Jiaren reads a paragraph, she analyzes the topography of that drawing, and then puts together puzzle pieces on the paper like building blocks.

As for Gong Zihua, at first she was sleeping idlely under the window with her legs crossed and a book covering her face. Later, she was woken up by Jing Jiaren and was sent to work as a porter.

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

Gong Zihua felt indignant and walked among the stacked bookshelves looking for books... Damn, there were so many books, it made his eyes dazzled.

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

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

It's so fucking embarrassing to be so far apart from being impartial.

Mong Zihua was hesitant to stand on tiptoe, but a graceful male hand suddenly came over from the side and jumped over him to get the book on the shelf.

Beside him, a man's shadow blocked the light from the skylight.

Mong Zihua's heart tightened inexplicably when she saw that the book had been pulled down, bringing out a lot of dust.

"Do you want to take this book?" An evil voice sounded from close range.

Gong Zihua twisted his neck and faced Higashi Gongzi Toru's half-smiling face. He was dressed very formally today, like the oldest king in poker, wearing a hat with a crown inlaid and one piece, medium hair and Henry

Like the eighth generation, it is curled and separated to both sides.

His body suddenly approached, pressing Mong Zihua between the bookshelf and his chest.

Gong Zihua saw the gold carvings on his shawl, spades, hearts, clubs, and squares each inlaid with gems of different colors.

The male's fingers lifted his chin: "You don't recognize me, huh?"

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

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

Damn it, even though I hate Higashiko Toru, there is no denying that he looks handsome in his outfit today.

The majesty of the king cannot cover up his original charm and suaveness...

"You are wrong, I have only moved my hands on you now, and have not started to move my feet yet." Higashikata Toru said in his always evil voice, with a strong lust flashing in his eyes.
Chapter completed!