Chapter 55 Special Concern

The black phone screen reflected the boy's handsome and delicate face, with a smooth jawline and slightly upturned lips even in a natural state.

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Qing's heart rate gradually returned to normal.

Before my eyes were those same eyes that had suddenly appeared on my screen, clear and without a trace of impurity.

Luo Qing immediately scrolled up to look at her chat history with Cong Chun.

What was initially considered "hateful" conversations instantly became sweet memories for the two.

Luo Qing rubbed her soft chestnut hair, and suddenly felt a pang of regret. She shouldn't have sent that "garbage" to the other party.

Fortunately, the boy opposite him did not blame him.

Immediately afterwards, the image of the boy's thin back reappeared in Luo Qing's mind.

He's so thin... his waist is so tiny...

But why did the address they gave me be the Duan family's? Could it be that they know Duan Mingxiao?

But Luo Qing clearly remembered that the Duan family only had one young master, Duan Mingxiao...

Never mind, let's ignore that for now.

Luo Qing sent a message to Cong Chun on the other side of the screen.

(Sorry, my internet speed was slow and the connection was accidentally interrupted.) (Image of a kitten bowing in apology.)

(This is my phone number, xxx.)

(Could you please add me in the contact information, brother? Sometimes I can't see messages on this app in time.)

Immediately afterwards, Luo Qing sent her private number to Cong Chun.

However, at this very moment, Cong Chun was wearing a face mask, standing in front of the mirror, carefully peeling off the mask from her face.

It felt cool and refreshing, but the next second Cong Chun saw the retail price of 88 yuan on the mask packaging. So expensive!

Cong Chun paused slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she touched her earlobe.

This face mask is more expensive than the phone he bought from his neighbor.

Cong Chun couldn't help but wonder if he could put it back on and apply it for a while longer.

"Knock knock knock—"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Upon hearing this, Cong Chun slipped on her slippers, opened the door, and found the eldest young master standing outside with a cane.

Duan Mingxiao leaned against the door frame, his pose appearing carefully staged.

Two neatly pressed suits, one black and one dark blue, were draped over the boy's strong, muscular arms.

Tomorrow is Ms. Yun's birthday party, and Ms. Yun insisted that he attend in formal attire.

Although the young master thought he would look handsome even if he wore a burlap sack.

However, Duan Mingxiao felt that he should not cause any unpleasantness for Ms. Yun at her birthday party.

However, Young Master Duan was startled when he saw Cong Chun wearing a face mask.

Because Cong Chun flipped the face mask over and put it back on.

Unfortunately, the face mask didn't fit Cong Chun's face as well as it had before; it had many small wrinkles around the edges, making it look wrinkled.

"Why are you wearing a face mask?"

The young master's tone carried a hint of doubt.

The boy bent down and looked closely at Cong Chun, his nose almost touching her face.

Cong Chun raised the corners of her lips, her eyebrows curving with a hint of joy.

"This was given to me by Lolo."

"But there's only one."

Otherwise, he could give the young master a face mask so everyone could use it together.

Duan Mingxiao narrowed his long, narrow eyes, seemingly lost in thought, his tone cold yet tinged with a hint of accusation.

Who is Lolo?

"The name is so low-class."

Cong Chun explained to Duan Mingxiao, including the fact that Luo Luo initially mistook him for the young master.

Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyebrows, his expression somewhat gloomy. After hearing this, he wished he could transform into a fire-breathing dragon.

"Stupid Chun, you actually had an online romance behind my back!"

Cong Chun was being held by the shoulder by Duan Mingxiao, his whole body swaying back and forth like a dog's tail in a field, his head shaking so much it was like a lump of mush.

Cong Chun felt as if he were on a bus in town again, his whole body bouncing up and down.

The boy explained with a pout.

"Young master, I didn't."

Duan Mingxiao stopped what he was doing and calmed down for a while.

At this moment, the young master's gaze fell on Cong Chun, suppressing his anger.

"Stupid Chun, take out your phone now and let me check it."

[So that you won't cheat on me when I'm not looking.]

What is a green hat?

A hint of doubt flashed in Cong Chun's eyes.

Some people called him a country bumpkin, but Cong Chun didn't care.

The phone was originally a gift from Duan Mingxiao, so Cong Chun handed it to him without much thought.

He didn't know why the young master wanted his phone.

However, if we don't give it to him, Duan Mingxiao will definitely make a scene.

Duan Mingxiao took the phone from Cong Chun, but instead of looking at it, he first pinned his account to the top of the screen.

[Hmph, that stupid Chun didn't even set me as a special contact.]

Immediately afterwards, the young master set his account as Cong Chun's special contact.

Duan Mingxiao's phone password was six ones, while Cong Chun's phone had no password.

Duan Mingxiao casually set a password of six zeros for the person.

[You didn't set a password for your phone, and now I have to worry about it for you.]

Be careful your phone doesn't get stolen. If someone sends you explicit messages, you'll be in deep trouble.

Cong Chun sat beside him, obediently watching Duan Mingxiao operate the device.

He didn't know what Duan Mingxiao was doing, but the young master said it was to improve the security of his phone.

"Young Master, why did you set your account to 'Special Attention'?"

Duan Mingxiao lazily raised his eyes and glanced at Cong Chun, his tone completely matter-of-fact.

"That way you'll see my messages first."

"Is that not allowed?"

[Stupid Spring, you're not allowed to say no.]

So Cong Chun nodded and said, "Okay."

Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun remained silent, watching Duan Mingxiao operate his phone.

He stood beside him, studying diligently.

The result was that Duan Mingxiao returned the phone to Cong Chun.

Cong Chun used the knowledge he had learned to remind himself of messages again if he set a message to be on his special list.

So, Cong Chun set everyone on the list, including Butler Chen and Lu Tinglan, as special contacts.

That way I won't miss their messages.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao opened the PT software and saw the chat history between Cong Chun and Luo Qing, which made him so angry that he flew to the ground.

[That person on the other end actually called Cong Chun "brother"?]

What is this?

Duan Mingxiao looked up at Cong Chun. The young master's eyes were full of resentment, his jawline was tense, and he was gritting his teeth.

His tone was tinged with a hint of grievance when he spoke, a tactlessness he himself was unaware of.

"You still say you haven't had an online relationship."

"He's already calling you 'brother'."

Cong Chun paused for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, unsure why he didn't want the young master to see his chat messages with Luo Luo.

Duan Mingxiao will definitely overthink this.

Cong Chun tried to get his phone back, but the young master noticed and held it high so he couldn't reach it.

He could only turn to Duan Mingxiao.

Give me back my phone.

Duan Mingxiao wouldn't give him his phone.

"To prevent you from secretly chatting with him again tonight."

"I'll sleep with you tonight."

Even if you kiss me, it won't change anything.

At night, the two lay on a bed, with only the whirring of the fan to the sound.

Duan Mingxiao's eyes were wide open, extremely bright in the darkness; he was not asleep.

Cong Chun couldn't fall asleep either, because a cold snort would come from beside him from time to time, like a mosquito buzzing in the air in a pigsty.

"Young Master, aren't you sleepy?"

Cong Chun's tone was sleepy.

He's tired from picking up trash today and wants to sleep.

Duan Mingxiao didn't reply to him, and continued talking to himself.

"Haven't I treated you well?"

Cong Chun yawned, his eyes getting a little moist.

"Young Master is very good to me."

The young master curled his lip.

"Good to know."

[Those thin branches of men's branches online are full of bacteria; they're nowhere near as clean as my big branches.]

"I've taken this account back."

Cong Chun had no objection to the ownership of the account, which originally belonged to Duan Mingxiao.

"I see."

Duan Mingxiao was taken aback for a moment, pursed his thin lips, and looked somewhat unnatural.

"Do I have a bad temper?"

It's rare to see someone with such a good temper like me, Chun Chun should cherish it.

Cong Chun thought for a while, but in order to get some sleep, he finally lied against his conscience.

"No, young master has a very good temper."

Duan Mingxiao lay on one side, secretly pleased. The young master turned around and stared at Cong Chun's profile, noting her small nose.

"Then call me brother."

At this moment, Cong Chun also turned around and hugged Duan Mingxiao.

"Go to sleep early, I'm so sleepy."

He gently patted Duan Mingxiao on the back.

Just like when his grandmother used to lull him to sleep when he was a child, he hummed an unknown nursery rhyme.

The earthen houses in the countryside are very cool, so you don't even need to turn on a fan.

Although there was air conditioning in the room, Cong Chun did not turn it on.

He turned on the fan and let it start spinning on its own.

Soon after, Cong Chun fell asleep on his own, accompanied by long, steady breathing.

The young master felt the pressure on his back disappear, and Cong Chun's arm was draped over his shoulder.

Duan Mingxiao responded sullenly without saying a word, his voice only slightly hoarse.

In his sleep, Cong Chun seemed to hear him and even nodded.

Duan Mingxiao stared at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms.

I feel a bit conflicted.

When he was a child, he liked many things, but he would often throw them away when he got tired of playing with them.

But he couldn't bear to let go of the person in his arms, and even felt an increasing addiction to them.

Duan Mingxiao couldn't sleep.

Two people are destined to have sleepless nights.