He knew it very well in his heart.
So...
...
In the tightly closed testing room, Ren Zhong, wearing only shorts, spread his arms wide, forming a large "X" shape.
Behind him, Ju Qingmeng was pulling off the patches from Ren Zhongâs body while saying, "Mr. Ren."
Ren Zhong: "Whatâs up?"
A sudden itch on his back made Ren Zhong shiver instinctively.
Ju Qingmeng: "Are you warm?"
"Not warm."
"Oh."
Responding meaninglessly, Ju Qingmengâs slender fingers slid over Ren Zhongâs back, which was just showing muscle lines. Her index finger slightly curved, the nail caught in the gap where the patch met the skin, and her fingertip exerted force.
Only a snapping sound was heard.
The patch detached.
In the cabinet, a humming sound was heard as the metal wires connected to the patchâs capacitors were quickly retracted, like a self-retracting tape measure.
Snap, snap, snap, snap...
The sound continued unabated.
Each slide of the fingertips brought ripples, like lightning losing its way.
The atmosphere in the room was like red ink dropping into water, with a hazy pink spreading through ionic diffusion.
The itching on his back was unbearable! Ren Zhongâs forehead veins bulged, several times he wanted to speak but hesitated.
Finally, Ju Qingmeng moved to the front.
She bent down, starting with removing patches from the legs, calves, thighs, and waist.
At some point, she had undone the top two buttons of her managerâs uniform shirt.
As she bent down like that, a faint cleavage appeared and disappeared.
Ren Zhong couldnât take it anymore, sighed deeply, and stepped back.
"Manager Ju, youâre not yourself."
"Ah? Whatâs wrong with me?"
Ju Qingmeng raised her head, but didnât straighten up, her posture making the curves more pronounced.
Ren Zhong turned his face away, not looking, and stepped aside, removing the patches by himself in just ten seconds.
At the same time, he said, "Last time, you didnât remove the patches like this. You only needed to pull them off in handfuls, but youâre doing it differently now. Also, I remember you never wore makeup during work hours, yet now youâre wearing light makeup. Manager Ju, youâre really not yourself. You have something on your mind. I think, perhaps you need help from me, but thereâs no need for this. You can tell me directly."
"Ah? Not myself? Uh... Am I not myself?"
Ju Qingmeng froze on the spot.
She was dumbfounded.
After a long time, emotions of shyness and nervous disappointment simultaneously appeared, making her blush up to her ears.
She was no longer aloof and had learned to read the room, clearly sensing that Mr. Ren had a favorable impression of her.
In a way, they both had feelings for each other.
She was also very aware of her attraction to men.
She rehearsed many scenarios in her mind.
Each one made her blush yet hid a hint of sorrow.
But damn it, she never expected, although her face was red, the reason was completely unexpected.
This guy was playing dumb, saying she was "not herself."
How can you not follow the script!
...
"I see."
After a long time, Ren Zhong, sitting opposite Ju Qingmeng in the lounge, seemed to realize something, sighing as he spoke.
At this moment, Ju Qingmeng had already re-buttoned her shirt, with two clear tear marks on her face.
The tear tracks smeared her makeup but didnât affect her beauty.
"Yes, these three years Iâve thought a lot and gone through a lot. Iâve paid a painful price for my past naivety. Iâve also realized my mistakes. Now, as long as someone can take me back to Chongyi County, back to my parents, Iâm willing to pay any price, including my body and my life."
"Mr. Ren, can you help me? I believe, with your talent, once you become a Level Six or higher professional in a few years and regain your citizen status, this would be a small matter for you."
"Apart from you, I have no other choice."
Once again, Ju Qingmeng said this.
Ren Zhong didnât rush to answer, but shook his head and asked, "When you decided to help me the day before yesterday, did you think my talent could reach this level?"
"Ah?"
Originally seeing Ren Zhong shaking his head, Ju Qingmeng felt a sudden sense of loss, then confusion and some anger.
Now she bit her lip in frustration.
You again donât follow the script!
Iâve worked so hard to come up with the perfect words, and not only did you not respond, but changed the topic!
"Please recall your feelings at that time carefully, then answer me honestly."
Ju Qingmengâs mind went blank, almost unable to withstand Ren Zhongâs approach and retreat: "I... I..."
She stammered.