Chapter 29 Fuck, X, X, X

As night fell, Lu Shiyu left the room and found Fu Mingshuang still in his apartment.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching TV and eating pizza, looking relaxed and contented.

There was also a pair of brand new, colorful women's slippers on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Lu Shiyu still showed no emotion.

"You don't have anything here. I placed an order and had the delivery guy deliver it."

"How long do you plan to stay?"

"Until you take the medicine."

"I'm out of medicine." Lu Shiyu said with a cold face.

Fu Mingshuang, like a magic trick, took out bottles of medicine and threw them to him: "Remember! If you are sick, treat it and never stop taking the medicine."

Lu Shiyu frowned: "How do you have medicine?

"I had it delivered."

"I'm asking, how did you get this medicine?" This is a strictly regulated prescription drug.

"It's in my name..." Fu Mingshuang said with a relaxed expression, "Didn't I tell you before that I've been in a mental hospital and am officially recognized as a mentally ill patient?"

Hearing this, Lu Shiyu couldn't help but fix his gaze on Fu Mingshuang.

So, what she said that night long ago in her own house was true?

Including the sentence: [My father sent me to the mental hospital himself]

Fu Mingshuang sensed Lu Shiyu's solemnity, so she turned her eyes away from the noisy TV and looked up to ask him:

"Why? You want to go too? An old customer recommending a new customer?"

Lu Shiyu regained some of his serious expression and said, "No one from the Lu family would appear in that kind of place."

"Your mother doesn't know you have depression?"

Lu Shiyu did not answer, but the answer was obvious.

Yes, how could someone with such a strong desire for control not know?

Similarly, how could someone with such a strong desire for control be willing to send his most perfect son to a place like that?

Only her father, Fu Mingshuang, would break her wings abruptly and throw himself over so impatiently.

Thinking of this, Fu Mingshuang suddenly burst into a long laugh, almost collapsing on the sofa.

"why are you laughing?"

"I laugh at this world." Fu Mingshuang restrained herself a little, and seemed to wipe away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.

"I wanted to live, but I was locked up. You wanted to die, but no one saved you..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Fu Mingshuang cursed in a very vulgar way, as if to vent his anger, "This world is just a huge makeshift group."

"What are you crazy about?" Those five dirty words really made Lu Shiyu physically uncomfortable.

Fu Mingshuang simply came to the point and took out the utility knife she had just hidden from her bag. She played with it in her hand, pushing and pulling it:

"Don't tell me you used it to peel an apple."

Lu Shiyu's eyes darkened and he said nothing.

"One cut of the knife only gives you pleasure for a few minutes, how can that be enough?"

"Have you tried it?"

"I have."

Fu Mingshuang put away her smile and put the utility knife back into her bag.

"Lu Shiyu, we've finally defeated hundreds of millions of competitors to come to this world. Why not give it one more try?"

"How do you try?"

"It's actually not that difficult. This disease is like a dead soul. Love and companionship are no longer important. A dead soul cannot feel anything. All we have to do is seek out things that interest us and re-stimulate our soul..."

"To put it simply, it is..."

"Making love, doing things." Fu Mingshuang broke the sentence into pieces and laughed to herself.

When she smiled, she looked like a willow branch touched by the wind. Her loose one-shoulder dress slid down her arm, and her sexiness was hidden in her loose curly hair, making her look naturally charming.

She reached out, grabbed Lu Shiyu's collar, and pulled him close to her.

When she suddenly approached, Lu Shiyu saw the light in her smiling eyes.

The unique fragrance on her body penetrated into his nostrils again.

The red lips pour out, and the mouth still has the smell of cigarettes with a floral scent, as if tempting to indulge:

“Try it, do something that excites you, find new pleasures.”

Lu Shiyu entangled her presumptuous gaze, and then said in a calm voice:

"Like this?"

His hand reached into the hem of her skirt, his fingertips constantly pushing aside the thin silk fabric, and his palm slowly moved up along the smooth inner thigh.

Fu Mingshuang was stunned for two seconds, then smiled.

There is a pleasure in picking the only flower blooming on the Bodhi tree and throwing it into the dust.