I remember her casually feeding me snacks.
I recall those tender moments that I had deliberately ignored.
At this moment, every detail seemed to be illuminated by a spotlight, so bright that his eyes felt hot.
Even bolder was her taking the initiative to bite his lip.
She took the initiative to touch herself... to prove herself.
Putting all of this together, it's simply impossible to say that Leng Yue had no feelings for him.
"Damn it, I'm done for! I just finished dealing with Lin Yinuo, and now Leng Yue pops up!"
"Lu Qingzhou, Lu Qingzhou, what exactly have you done?"
He grabbed his hair hard, but the stinging pain on his scalp couldn't suppress the panic surging in his heart.
Lu Qingzhou suddenly felt as if his entire head was about to split open, and his head was throbbing with pain.
He got up and went to another bathroom, turned on the tap, and a stream of cool water instantly washed over his body.
In the master bedroom bathroom,
Amidst the rushing water, Su Qingyao rubbed the foam off her body, her heart pounding with anxiety.
Her mind was filled with Lu Qingzhou's evasive gaze, his hesitant manner, and Leng Yue's tightly closed door.
What exactly happened to them?
As she rinsed off the foam, she muttered to herself.
The sound of running water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.
Su Qingyao walked into the living room wrapped in a bath towel and found the sofa empty; she did not see Lu Qingzhou.
She looked around and, just as she was wondering what was going on, she heard the sound of water coming from another bathroom.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then turned and walked to Leng Yue's bedroom door.
"Yueyue, are you asleep?"
Su Qingyao knocked gently on the door, but no one answered.
She increased her strength: "Yueyue, open the door, tell me what's wrong."
She pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear what was happening inside.
After a while, Leng Yue's nasal voice came out: "Yao Yao, I'm fine, don't worry. Go to sleep early, you have to get up early for a meeting tomorrow."
Su Qingyao sighed: "Yueyue, if you're feeling down, just tell me. We're best friends."
Upon hearing Su Qingyao's words, "We are best friends,"
Leng Yue bit her lip, the salty, bitter taste of blood spreading on her tongue, while scalding tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
How could she not want to openly and honestly express herself?
But the thought of Lu Qingzhou mistaking her for someone else shattered all those confessions she had prepared for countless days and nights into sharp shards of glass.
"I don't want to be the bad guy either,"
She smiled bitterly to herself, her throat feeling as if it were stuffed with cotton soaked in vinegar.
But I can't control my heart.
"I'm really fine, you should go to sleep early." Leng Yue tried to make her voice sound steady, but even she could hear the tremor in the last syllable.
She bit her lower lip tightly, afraid that if she uttered even one more word, the sobs she had suppressed for so long would burst forth.
Su Qingyao stood outside the door, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the door frame, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
She could imagine what Leng Yue looked like at this moment—those eyes that were always smiling must now be filled with tears.
As her best friend of many years, she knew Leng Yue's stubborn nature all too well; she liked to keep many things to herself.
"Alright then, call me anytime if you need anything." Su Qingyao's voice was filled with helplessness and heartache as she gently patted the door, as if comforting a wounded little animal.
As she turned to leave, she couldn't help but glance back at the closed door, a wave of emotion washing over her.
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