After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak

Chapter 2

Ji Sang was completely puzzled by this barrage of three consecutive questions.

Is this a script?

Are they filming a movie?

Then where’s the camera?

Ji Sang instinctively scanned her surroundings but couldn’t find any camera positions. So it wasn’t a movie shoot! What could this possibly mean? Did she follow a trend and... time travel?

Did she travel and end up in the body of this girl also named Ji Sang?!

When Ji Sang’s thoughts wandered, she would instinctively bite her fingernails. When her gaze once again met the man in front of her, she saw that his already icy cold expression had become even more gloomy, like a bucket of ice-cold water poured down on a December day, sending shivers down her spine.

Ji Sang couldn’t bring herself to utter a single word that had been stuck in her throat.

The man shook his wide sleeves, giving off an appearance that he didn’t want to bother with her. He exited the room first.

Ji Sang: “...”

After standing there dumbfounded for a while, she followed after him, silently deciding to observe the situation for now.

——

Ji Sang hurriedly followed behind the man, realizing only now that he was incredibly tall and had unusually long legs. When he took a step, she had to almost jog to keep up with him.

She had no idea who dressed her in the dress she was wearing. The skirt was big and long, ill-fitting and cumbersome. She kept accidentally stepping on it. She was already being cautious, but it seemed that the ground had been wet from yesterday’s rain. Her foot slipped, and she lunged forward...

She exclaimed, “Ah...”

By the time she reacted, she tightly held onto the man’s lower abdomen for support, her body suspended in mid-air above the damp ground. If it weren’t for the man in front of her, she feared she would have had direct intimate contact with the ground.

That day, although Ji Sang shared a room with Wen Jian, he did not touch her. Wen Jian punished her by making her carry cold water all night and she soaked in the cold water barrel all night...

Ji Sang decided to read this book solely because the protagonist shared the same name as her. After reading the first few chapters, she cursed at the foolishness of the book’s Ji Sang, wondering why she would carry cold water all night? Get into bed! Sleep with the male lead! Did she forget her purpose of entering the male lead’s room? !

Could it be that because she retorted, she ended up marrying the male lead when she transmigrated?!

Damn it!

What kind of world is this?!

Ji Sang only read the beginning, and the rest was completely blacked out.

Looking at the Wen family, they were so poor that even the newly arranged house looked old and dilapidated. There was a bed against the wall, and her dressing table was placed next to it. It was called a dressing table, but it was really just a low table to put things on...

On the opposite side of the bed was a desk with bamboo slips. Faced with such a mess, how would she survive in the days to come?

...

“You’ve sighed for the tenth time today.”

Wen Jian, sitting at the desk, held a pen in his hand and quickly copied something, without raising his head, he reminded her.

Ji Sang sat in front of the dressing table, her small hand propping up her chin, lost in thought. Startled by the voice that suddenly came from beside her, she looked at Wen Jian and said, “Oh, could you step out for a moment? I need to change clothes.”

Wen Jian’s eyes casually glanced at her, still wearing the same red wedding gown from last night. His lips slightly parted, “We are newlyweds. If I stand outside alone, it will only worry our parents.”

“You can rest assured.”

“Even if you strip naked in front of me, I won’t react.”

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