I Repeated The Same Day For 500 Years

“You’re saying that you’ve been trapped in this day for 500 years?”

4

In the dimly lit bar, the man leaned against the sofa.
His glassy eyes swept across the bar like a layer of mist.
The spotlights above the stage inadvertently swept across the bar, instantly illuminating his face hidden in the shadows.
He was astonishingly handsome.

“Yes!” Jiang Tong stared straight at the man’s face.
She looked at him with a piercing gaze as she sized him up from top to bottom.
It was rumored that the young master of the Ji family, Ji Lanzhou, was the number one beauty in City Z.
He was also the famous sickly beauty with a delicate body.
Now that Jiang Tong saw Ji Lanzhou, he really lived up to his reputation.

“Is this a popular pickup line nowadays? It’s quite novel.” Ji Lanzhou had a pair of beautiful eyes and the ends of his eyes were a little pink.
The ends of his eyes were slightly raised, and when he lifted his eyebrows to look at people, he gave people a vague dreamy feeling.
Every frown and smile of his was exquisite.
He was so beautiful that it made people’s hearts skip a beat.

Jiang Tong smacked her lips.
This man was too seductive!

“What I said is true.
Of course, it is also true that I’m using this as an opportunity to strike up a conversation with you.” Jiang Tong shook the red wine glass and smiled, “After all, when you look around the entire bar, you are the most good-looking person here.”

As if he was startled by Jiang Tong’s straightforward words, Ji Lanzhou coughed and lowered his head.
His slender fingers pressed on his collarbone.
Because he was coughing very hard, his neck was dyed crimson.
Jiang Tong’s eyes stared straight at him as she gestured to the waiter for a glass of water.
Then, she pushed the glass of water in front of Ji Lanzhou.
She teased, “Your reaction is still so intense.”

“It sounds like you know me very well?” Ji Lanzhou drank a mouthful of water and forced himself to suppress his cough.
His pale lips had a touch of red because of his coughing fit.
When she looked at Ji Lanzhou, he seemed sickly, delicate, enticing, and even casually languid.

Jiang Tong’s gaze lingered on Ji Lanzhou’s red lips for a moment.
Then, she stretched out three fingers and said, “Thirty thousand days, eighty-two years.
Just seducing you took up one-sixth of the time I’ve spent repeating this day.
I can guarantee that no one in this world knows you better than I do.”

4

Ji Lanzhou ignored Jiang Tong’s crazy words.
He lazily leaned on the sofa with his head lowered.
His slender fingers poked at the screen of his phone.
Today, he had finally gotten rid of his bodyguards and came to the bar alone to have some peace and quiet.
Coincidentally, Jiang Tong came over to strike up a