A woman, even if she is still a young girl, should understand what it means to never have children.
An unhappy marriage, an unhappy family, and even decades of loneliness in old age all represent the complete destruction of a woman's happiness. Therefore, on the way here, Fang Zong kept considering whether to tell the truth.
It would be a huge blow to Chen Lan'er to say this, but it's still better than having miscarriages one after another in the future.
Chen Lan'er paused for a moment. She had changed out of her ancient costume and was now wearing a rather cute cotton pajama set, with her chest puffed out.
But at that moment, he only needed to take two breaths to calm down.
"I understand, Brother Fang Zong." Chen Lan'er smiled, but still managed a smile. "I found out when I was at the police station. I was bitten by that baby, oh, ghost. I felt a hollowness in my lower abdomen and chest. It was trying to suck something out, but it had already sucked everything out two days ago. I don't dare to guess what I lost, but I'm a woman too, so I can still feel it a little bit."
Fang Zong took a sip of tea: "Aren't you sad?"
"I'm sad, but it's okay, I don't need it anyway."
Chen Lan'er laughed and said, "I'm a DINK (Double Income No Kids)." She said as if carrying a schoolbag, "The name DINK comes from the first letters of the English words Double Income No Kids: D, I, N, K. It is a homonym for DINK. In Chinese, it refers to people who are fertile but choose not to have children. In addition to actively choosing not to have children, it may also be a group of people who passively choose not to have children due to subjective or objective reasons."
Haha! I'm the kind of person who actively chooses not to have children. Even if I get married, I'll definitely find someone who's a staunch DINK (Double Income No Kids) couple!
Fang Zong: "Why?"
He stopped speaking as soon as he opened his mouth. Fang Zong glanced around; the decor was extremely luxurious, and the four-story villa must have been over 800 square meters.
Chen Lan'er was clearly not short of money, and he immediately figured out why a young woman who wasn't short of money would live alone in a big house.
As expected, Chen Lan'er laughed and said, "Because of my parents, they divorced a long time ago. All they know is to give me money. I don't hate them because they haven't mistreated me after they started their own families. They gave me houses, cars, and money, but they didn't give me love."
I don't know what fatherly love is, nor do I know what motherly love is. If it weren't for Sister Xiuer—oh, the one with the colored sunglasses—if it weren't for her being there for me, I would have gone astray long ago. That's why I don't want to have children, because…
I was never loved by my parents, so naturally I haven't learned how to love my own child. Maybe it's better not to have one; it would only cause the little one suffering.
Fang Zong nodded and asked, "Where will I sleep?"
"Big brother, you can sleep wherever you want, my room is fine too, but you can't move around, I..."
Chen Lan'er spoke playfully, her tone as if she were saying 'coffee, tea, or meat,' but in the blink of an eye, Fang Zong pulled her into his arms.
Fang Zong lay on the sofa, pressed Chen Lan'er's small face against his chest, took a breath, and closed his eyes.
"Big brother, even though I'm childless by choice, I still want to save the best moment for my husband, big brother... thank you big brother... I'm so tired..."
Chen Lan'er clearly had the wrong idea, but she found that Fang Zong was not moving. Her face was pressed against Fang Zong's chest, which felt warm and reassuring.
Seriously, she was so tired. A little girl without love is so tired.
Adding to the fear and exhaustion from being devoured by the infanticide, even forcing a smile, as is her habit, is too tiring.
Not long after, Fang Zong heard a soft snoring sound coming from his arms. He opened his eyes and tried to put Chen Lan'er down, but found that Chen Lan'er was clinging tightly to his clothes.
It was a particularly insecure way of pulling, so tight that it seemed the only way to get her to let go was to break her fingers.
There is a difference between not needing something and not actually having it. It's more upsetting when you want something but find you don't have it.
Fang Zong decisively pressed the acupoints on Chen Lan'er's palm, causing her to let go. As the true yang energy surged, Chen Lan'er flew up and floated in mid-air, continuing to sleep, enveloped by the true yang energy.
Fang Zong lay on the sofa, grabbed the little yellow cat by the tail, and lifted it up.
"You damned thing, you've turned into a drunkard again after taking a breath of primordial spiritual energy."
Fang Zong casually tossed the little yellow cat onto the coffee table, closed his eyes, and this time he really fell asleep.
At midnight, Fang Zong opened his eyes and found Hu Batian rubbing his paws together, but Chen Lan'er had already disappeared.
There was a card on the coffee table that read:
[The thug's skin is so good, I couldn't make it look any better with makeup, so I just added a tiny little touch. I'm going to buy you some late-night snacks. Hey, only homemade food tastes the best. Experience the gentleness of an ordinary girl!!! →]
Four exclamation marks followed by an arrow pointing to the small mirror next to it.
Fang Zong looked in the mirror and saw that there was a shooting star-like makeup under his left eye and three pink tattoos on his right forehead, like the diamonds on a playing card.
He shook his head slightly, surprised that Chen Lan'er still had the mood to joke.
With his strength, he was already awake when Chen Lan'er woke up, and he felt Chen Lan'er fiddling with his face.
At the same time, a gloomy atmosphere was also detected, which amplified Chen Lan'er's idea of 'buying him a late-night snack by herself', prompting Chen Lan'er to leave home and also leave her own protection.
Tiger Overlord rubbed his paws together: "Meow, this female is not bad. Do you want me to protect her? Or do you want me to strip her naked and bring her to your bed?"
Fang Zong glared at the little yellow cat and asked, "Level four in magic?"
"Meow, I'm still far from it, but this thing is amazing! It's primordial spiritual energy! Meow, please help me!"
"Then let's get started."
Fang Zong stood up, and the violin case that was leaning against the sofa opened automatically, with a thunderclap flying into his left hand.
The Star-Shattering Magic Blade automatically unsheathed, its hilt falling into my hand, its blade energy surging like a dragon...
On a suburban street, at a secluded intersection.
One by one, girls walked over with blank expressions, including Chen Lan'er, who was biting her lip and staring at the snack box in her hand.
I think I have something important to do?
Why did I come here? I have important things to do!
We... are not from the same world, but...
At least don't let your older brother go hungry...
Surrounded by a group of girls, but compared to the other girls, Chen Lan'er's eyes were more lively. Suddenly, she turned her head and ran quickly.
"I want to go home! I want to go home! I want to go home!" she cried urgently, her voice filled with not fear, but overwhelming anxiety.
She held the snack box tightly, protecting it even after she fell.
"It's strange, how can someone who's been completely drained still retain a sliver of consciousness?"
Suddenly someone spoke, their voice somber and malevolent.
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