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    Black and White Widow

    After Li Xin left, Shang Yanhua sat in front of the table for a long time. It was not until the sky was getting dark and the lamp was turned on that he woke up as if from a dream.

    He looked at the book in front of him, one page untouched, and couldn’t help but smile to himself.

    That’s right, if you are determined to be alone, why do you still have delusional thoughts and think about things you shouldn’t think about? How ridiculous.

    He closed the book and swallowed the cool tea.

    The tea juice had been brewed for a long time and was bitter and astringent, but it seemed as if he was unconscious when he ate it in his mouth.

    Li Xin’s soup cup had been simmering over low heat, and when Liu Wa came over with it, only Shang Yanhua was left in the room.

    The servant outside sent a message and rewarded Shang Yanhua with the cup of soup.

    Liuwa didn’t dare to come close:

    “Master…this soup?”

    He held the tray, neither walking nor standing, and asked tentatively and carefully.

    Shang Yanhua raised his head from the desk and glanced at him:

    “Bring it here.”

    The light was warm and yellow, but his eyebrows were as cold as frost.

    Liuwa’s legs were trembling, and her heart was beating in panic. She swallowed her saliva, walked to him in small steps, and put the soup cup in his hand.

    Shang Yanhua put down the pen in his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

    “Master, drink it while it’s hot.”

    Liu Wa smiled ingratiatingly, fearing that he would mention what happened before.

    Shang Yanhua didn’t say anything. Hearing this, he opened the lid and a fresh and sweet fragrance hit his face, which whetted his appetite.

    Liuwa pressed her belly and felt that she was hungry.

    Shang Yanhua picked up the spoon, scooped out the attractive-colored soup cup, put it to his lips to cool it, and took a gentle sip.

    Liuwa naturally didn’t dare to leave without permission if he didn’t say to leave, so she could only watch as he drank up the soup.

    “When you came, my wife had already given me the deed of betrayal.”

    He slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then he became interested and said to Liu Wa, whose legs were weak from hunger,

    “I will give it back to you now and cancel the slave status so that you can live a normal life in the future.”

    Liu Wa was originally focused on eating, but now after hearing what he said, she was so frightened that she lost all appetite, and her face was as pale as paper.

    He knelt down and put his head on the ground:

    “Master, Master, please don’t drive Liu Wa away. Liu Wa knows that she was wrong. Liu Wa shouldn’t have such wild dreams.”

    Shang Yanhua watched him kowtow on the ground with a bang. There was a big swelling on his forehead, which soon turned red.

    He didn’t stop him, just watched indifferently.

    When Liu Wa couldn’t move anymore and lay down dizzy, he spoke again:

    “If you don’t want to be free, it’s simple. I’ll send you back to the garden and continue to serve people in the West Garden.”

    His voice had never sounded so cruel and terrifying.

    Liu Wa’s heart felt cold, her cheek pressed against the cold blue brick floor, and her eyes were blurred by tears.

    The stool scraped against the ground. In the haze, Liu Wa saw Shang Yanhua stand up and walk towards him.

    He knelt down, held his arm, and pulled him up from the ground:

    “Look at you, why are you in such a mess?”

    Shang Yanhua touched the swelling on Liuwa’s forehead and sighed softly:

    “Isn’t it good to go out?”

    Liuwa’s head was groggy, and his vision flickered. For a moment, he felt so strange to him.

    Is this still his usual master?

    “Please, please…”

    Liuwa murmured.

    Shang Yanhua asked him to sit on the soft couch, brushed the broken hair from his forehead, and looked into his eyes condescendingly:

    “You still don’t understand.”

    He raised his lips and smiled, which was sarcastic, bitter, and extremely complicated:

    “We are all the same people, there is not much difference between you and me.”

    “I’m not good enough for her.”

    “You too.”

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