Xiao Xiaohai silently accepted the punch.
It doesn't hurt or itch, and it doesn't speak.
That poor scholar has nothing and only makes Lulu suffer, so of course he should give Lulu money!
Bai Lu didn't hear a reply and just felt that the child was trying to act profound like a big shot, even though his intelligence was only that of a three-year-old.
Let's talk about work... but he doesn't understand.
Let's talk about feelings... He doesn't understand even that.
Let's talk about a reminder: "From now on, you need to speak up if you have any problems. Misunderstandings can't be left unresolved overnight, understand?"
"I didn't misunderstand," the child denied.
Bai Lu asked in a chilling tone, "Who is it that said I'm juggling three relationships?"
"have no idea."
He just assumed she didn't like him.
"Lulu, be good... go to sleep now."
Bai Lu patted away the hand that was trying to lull her to sleep on her shoulder, sat up, and looked at the clearly defined face on the bed through the dim moonlight, meeting those puzzled eyes.
His tone was very serious: "I'm telling you something very important. Don't let it go in one ear and out the other. If you have any conflicts in the future, you should speak up and not keep them to yourself."
"The longer it is hidden, the deeper the conflict and the deeper the misunderstanding. Even after the misunderstanding is cleared up, the relationship will still be cracked."
The last sentence is a piece of emotional advice from the psychology professor to Bai Lu and all her students.
Personal experience and teaching by example.
Seeing Bai Lu's serious expression, Xiao Xiao nodded obediently and said, "I understand."
"Lulu, go to sleep."
Bai Lu didn't sleep. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her gaze, gentle yet cool, stared down at him.
"Yun Ruolin's matter cannot be hidden either."
The child sat up instantly: "I have nothing to do with her, Lulu, don't misunderstand!"
Bai Lu sighed softly, "I meant later."
He readily agreed with a "okay," pulled her down to lie on his back, and resumed his previous domineering and possessive posture.
The sound of clothes rubbing together, nestled against each other, seeps into the air through the summer heat, creating a warm, bubbling sensation that seeps into the intertwined hands on the bed. The heat between their skin sparks a silent, unspoken connection.
If it weren't for the fan, the White Dew would have been cooked by the heat.
She misses the big boss a little.
The explanation needs to be tailored to the specific problem; I must get up early tomorrow, I absolutely must get up early! Get up early!
We need to wake up before the big boss does!
As night falls, all things awaken, birds sing, and the sky begins to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
The mottled ceiling reflected in his slightly open, dark eyes. He slowly opened his arms, staring into the depths like an abyss. The soft thing in his arms moved slightly, and he was slightly startled. His heavy mind instantly awoke.
My gaze then drifted downwards.
Soft, long hair spread across his chest, resting on the girl's peacefully sleeping face. Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her soft, boneless hands encircled his waist.
She seemed afraid he might suddenly leave.
Xiao Cheng lowered his gaze.
I drank too much last night and am still hungover, which is why I have such absurd illusions.
Scene after scene, the images that pierced my nerves, replayed in my mind, and my clear vision was once again shrouded in mist.
Everything has changed...
Or has it always been like this...?
Those beautiful and warm companionships are all like reflections in water or flowers in a mirror, a fleeting dream; once the dream ends, we return to where we started.
But why was it so clear, so gentle and real, that he thought it could last forever?
It turns out, it was all just a misconception.
I thought that liking someone without saying it out loud was still liking them.
I forgot... she never actually admitted it.
Xiao Cheng hugged the only warmth in his arms tightly.
The mist in his deep eyes dissipated, replaced by layers of darkness, and the last trace of warmth was replaced by coldness.
At the point where blood temperature reaches zero, the beast breaks free from its cage, and its bloodthirsty and brutal genes return to millions of blood vessels.
The limbs and bones returned to cold, the heart and fingertips no longer had warmth, and everything returned to its original state.
The warmth in his arms was gradually eroded and swallowed by the cold, shrinking inch by inch.
Until...disappears.
Xiao Cheng slightly raised his cold eyes, a flash of icy light appearing.
His gaze lowered slightly, locking onto the soft figure in his arms, and a cold smile curved his thin lips.
Lulu...
No matter who you have in your heart, it can only be me.
...
Abandoned hospital.
In the dark and gloomy hospital room, cold chains bound the girl to a spotless bed. She struggled, her mouth stuffed with a cloth filled with the smell of medicine, unable to call for help.
The wicked laughter drew near the bed, mingling with the rattling of chains in despair and fear, until it finally stopped.
A thin, sallow, rough hand reached out...
"Bang!"
Bai Lu suddenly opened her eyes, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and her breathing, which had been interrupted by the nightmare, finally resumed.
My chest heaved violently, and my heart pounded like a drum, as if it were about to leap out of my chest.
His unfocused pupils stared at the ceiling. It took him a long time to calm down before his vision finally focused and he regained his composure.
"How come... I dreamt of going back to that time again..."
Bai Lu pressed her throbbing temples and got up.
The fingertips that were propping themselves up on the bed touched something icy cold, and my brain jolted. I looked around the bed and the area beneath it.
There was no one around.
The room was empty; she was all alone.
Bai Lu slapped her forehead in frustration, wiped away the traces of her nightmare with her hand, and walked out.
"Clang—"
The water ladle fell to the ground.
Standing in front of the broken vat, Xiao Wei, no longer caring whether he had watered the ginger and scallions, strode towards the main house.
"Sister-in-law! What's wrong? Are you sick again?"
"No."
Bai Lu looked bewildered by the question, scratching her uncombed hair: "Oh... I got up in such a hurry that I didn't have time to tie my hair. I'll go back and tie it later. Where's your brother?"
Xiao Wei looked at Bai Lu's pale face, her bloodless lips, and her little fingers clenched tightly.
"My brother went out on business. Before he left, he told me that if you asked him about it when you got up, I should tell you that he went to the dock to discuss business with Jiang Zhengang."
It should be about exporting fruit. We need to cooperate with Jiang Zhengang on the water route; we talked about it on the phone before.
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