Xiao Wei chopped a lot of firewood and worked up a sweat. After washing his hands, he also needed to take a shower.
The bathroom door was open, but Xiao Cheng wasn't inside; he must have finished his cold shower and gone back to his room.
There was still hot water in the pot, so Bailu scooped out half a bucket with a ladle and carried it into the bathroom.
He told Xiao Wei to remember to rinse with some cold water before washing, and to go back to his room to sleep afterward, saying he could wash the clothes tomorrow.
Xiao Wei obediently listened to him.
Bai Lu closes the door and goes back to her room.
I thought that Xiao Cheng, after taking a cold shower, would have already put out the fire and gone back to his room to sleep.
However, as soon as Bai Lu entered the room, she saw that tall and imposing figure sitting on her bed, facing the door. Perhaps he had just taken a cold shower, because his cool aura permeated the room through his simple black everyday clothes.
Those deep, cool eyes were facing the doorway; their eyes met as soon as she entered.
The closer you get, the clearer you can see her increasingly large figure reflected in those dark, abyss-like eyes.
"Lulu."
Before Bai Lu could even reach the bedside, Xiao Cheng suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
She slumped onto his lap, and heard his deep, husky voice in her ear: "It doesn't seem to be working, what should we do?"
Bai Lu then noticed that the redness in Xiao Cheng's eyes was even redder than before he took a cold shower, as if a raging fire was burning in his eyes, reflecting redness across his entire eye socket.
Xiao Cheng's body was also extremely tense, and the temperature was frighteningly high. She felt like she would be scalded if she sat on his lap.
In particular, when Xiao Cheng spoke, the breath he exhaled near her ear was as hot as the scorching heat emanating from the Flaming Mountain, making her ears burn.
It felt like being embraced by a huge, hot furnace, which had grown arms and was holding her tightly.
It's as if it wants to be embedded into your body.
Bai Lu tilted her head, avoiding Xiao Cheng's hot breath on her face, "Have you taken a cold shower?"
Xiao Cheng frowned unhappily at being suspected: "Lulu doesn't believe me. I've washed three times, and there's no smell of alcohol on me anymore. You can smell it if you don't believe me."
When Xiao Cheng said "If you don't believe me, smell it," he didn't mean to make Bai Lu come closer to smell it. Instead, he pressed Bai Lu directly into his arms, so that Bai Lu could not only smell it but also feel it personally.
There was no pungent smell of alcohol or tobacco, only his unique, crisp aroma.
"Does Lulu like it?"
Bai Lu had just raised her head, pulling herself away from the crisp, cool air, when Xiao Cheng stared into her eyes and asked her a soul-searching question.
When their eyes met, it was easy to see that his slightly red, deep eyes were full of expectation.
Children always speak so directly, and their emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are so obvious that you don't have to guess them at all.
Bai Lu said in a serious tone, "I remember there's a big tub in the bathroom where you can take a bath. Did you take a bath? If you can't take a cold shower, you can take a cold bath."
Having taken a cold shower, Xiao Cheng seemed to be half a year older than three years old, becoming a bit more clear-headed. He wasn't swayed by Bai Lu's attempt to change the subject and stared at Bai Lu with a stubborn expression.
"Lulu didn't answer my question."
Bai Lu didn't want to discuss such profound questions with a three-year-old. "Aren't you feeling unwell?"
"If you feel unwell, go take a cold shower."
Xiao Cheng turned his face away immediately: "I'm not going."
Look at that proud and stubborn little face. Even if he turned into a child, he wouldn't change. He's unhappy and refuses to listen.
Bai Lu smiled silently and pretended to turn her face away: "Anyway, it's not me who's suffering."
The person in distress turned their face away, buried their face in Bai Lu's neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lulu... I feel unwell."
"If you feel unwell, take a cold bath," Bai Lu offered a sound suggestion: "A half-hour bath will do the trick."
Her voice was gentler than before, and the face buried in her neck stirred slightly. "Haven't you gotten better after half an hour?"
"Then one hour."
"It's not ready after an hour?"
"An hour and a half."
"It's still not ready after an hour and a half?"
Two hours.
No more sounds came from the back of her neck, and her face disappeared; the burning heat vanished instantly.
Bai Lu thought the child had finally listened and was going to take a cold bath to solve the problem, but he didn't go.
He even gave her a quick kiss.
I vaguely remember that she had a cut on the corner of her mouth, so I didn't dare to use force and left quickly before she could react.
Bai Lu noticed that the child was becoming increasingly demanding, and said, "Go take a cold bath."
"I'm not going."
Xiao Cheng said, "I like Lulu."
Bai Lu's heart skipped a beat, and at the same time, the burning chest behind her also started beating faster.
The room suddenly became quiet, and a gentle breeze blew in through the window without making a sound.
The sounds that used to fill the riverbank at night—the croaking of frogs, the swishing of fish tails, the cheerful chirping of crickets—have all fallen silent.
Only the sound of heartbeats rising and falling could be heard.
“Lulu,” Xiao Cheng suddenly spoke.
Bai Lu was afraid he would ask the same question again, so she subconsciously asked, "What do you like about me?"
When Xiao Cheng met Bai Lu's gaze, he answered without hesitation, "I like Lulu's gentleness."
Bai Lu tried to find even the slightest trace of the big shot in Xiao Cheng's eyes, but she found nothing.
Is there anything else?
"I like how Lulu treats me well."
Looking into Xiao Cheng's earnest and sincere eyes, Bai Lu realized that what he said was true, and that his feelings for her were genuine.
However, the person who liked her was a drunken child, not Xiao Cheng.
From a psychological perspective, the child's appearance actually reflects Xiao Cheng's deep-seated vulnerability.
The vulnerable Xiao Cheng lacked parental affection from a young age and longed for maternal care. A loving mother is gentle, and a strict father, though harsh, is kind to his child.
Parents' love is the purest, most unconditional, and most selfless love in the world.
From childhood to adulthood, the fragile Xiao Cheng saw that others had parents and great love, but he did not.
His desire for it is understandable.
It's normal for him to like her gentleness and how good she is to him, because that's what he lacks.
It's not that the child's affection is insincere or that he doesn't genuinely like her; it's just that the child's affection isn't pure.
Xiao Cheng, the boss, has experienced many joys and sorrows, betrayals and abandonments since childhood.
Those dark and unbearable past experiences have shaped Xiao Cheng into the cold and ruthless person he is today. It can be said that Xiao Cheng no longer needs any emotions, such as parental affection.
Yes, that would be great.
No, Xiao Cheng would not desire it, would not force it, and would not use it as a standard to judge liking someone.
If Xiao Cheng likes someone, it will be purely because he doesn't crave what he lacks, and he won't like someone just because they have those things.
Xiao Cheng had been in society for many years and had seen all kinds of people, but he had never felt any affection for anyone.
This is true in both past and present lives.
Xiao Cheng's affection is not mixed with any extraneous emotions; it is simply because he likes someone.
Bai Lu did not deny that her subconscious surprise when she heard Xiao Cheng say he liked her came from Xiao Cheng.
It comes from a big shot, not a kid.
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