Chapter 68 Extra 7.
Knowing how much she valued her career, Lu Zhao felt even more aggrieved, his voice almost trembling with tears: "Then... can't we have a secret relationship? I promise I'll be very careful!"
Ling Wei rolled her eyes: "Do you think paparazzi are pushovers?" Yesterday's behavior was already high-risk; she has to be constantly vigilant and can't do anything reckless again.
To appease him, she made a promise: "Once my position in the film industry is unshakeable, we can change our relationship, okay? Be good."
Lu Zhao looked both aggrieved and angry. Ling Wei guiltily looked away and continued drinking water, refusing to accept his gaze.
Then, Lu Zhao suddenly said something surprising: "What if I pretend to be my brother?"
"What?" Ling Wei wondered if there was something wrong with her ears.
Lu Zhao was clearly very serious: "I'll dress up as my brother. You see, we look alike. I'll imitate his walk and wear his clothes... That way, even if the paparazzi take pictures, they'll only think it's him and will never guess it's me!"
His eyes lit up as he spoke, feeling that he had come up with a brilliant idea.
Although Ling Wei found it utterly ridiculous, she didn't immediately refute him because he looked so serious: "Your brother works at the company, and your activities don't overlap, so it's easy for the truth to be exposed."
"Then let's do it tonight. He needs to sleep at night, right? I'll go out and do things at night."
"Pfft—" Ling Wei spat out a mouthful of water.
Going out at night? Don't think she doesn't know what he's up to!
She glared at him, about to tell him to leave, when the system suddenly timidly reminded her: "Ahem, I don't know if I should say this, but I'm afraid you'll say I'm just being wise after the event... so I'll say it anyway..."
Lu Yan, I'm behind you.
Ling Wei: ? ? ?
She stiffly turned her head little by little and, sure enough, saw a figure standing silently in the shadows of the corridor connecting the living room and the living room.
"Oh my god!" She was so frightened that she dove into Lu Zhao's arms, burying her face in his chest like an ostrich.
Lu Zhao was puzzled, and when he turned his head, he was also startled. He protected the person in his arms, lowered his head, and closed his eyes.
He was so audacious last night because of the door, but now that they're face to face, especially with half of his brother's face hidden in shadow and the oppressive atmosphere around him, he's a little scared.
The two embraced tightly, as if fighting against the whole world, against him in the shadows.
Lu Yan slowly emerged from the shadows, his hands clenching at his sides, then forcing himself to loosen them.
Last night, he collapsed in a disheveled state outside their door, his body swept away by the strange pleasure brought by empathy, but his heart felt like it was bleeding in an ice cellar, the extreme sense of separation almost driving him mad.
Once the noise inside the house had completely subsided, he leaned against the wall and slowly made his way back to his room.
The cool water cascaded down my face, but something warm mixed with the water flowed down my face.
"Forget it," he told himself.
Let's just gracefully withdraw and let them have their way.
There are many other things in life, love... It's okay if you don't have it. Just be a brother and silently wish him well.
However, when he came out with his hair still wet, dressed neatly, and ready to leave this suffocating place for good, he saw the claw clip gleaming with tiny lights on the floor of the entrance hall.
She dropped it last night.
The motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on and then off.
He stood there quietly in the darkness, his fingertips tracing the hair clip.
The hair clip is gone; did she let her hair down?
Just like back in his little apartment, she was so tired that her head was nodding off, but she still obediently let him play with her wet hair and dry it carefully with a hairdryer.
Just like those three years in the Northwest, in the videos she would often sit in front of the camera with her clothes still damp from the recent rain, her eyes sparkling as she shared funny stories with him, her loose hair swaying over her shoulders with her movements.
"Lu Yan, I have something to tell you..."
"My dear benefactor..."
“Lu Yan…Lu Yan…”
It was as if countless voices of hers were whispering and echoing in my ears.
Lu Yan's hand tightened suddenly, the hard edge of the hairpin digging into his palm, causing a sharp pain, but it cleared his chaotic thoughts for a moment.
No, he thought.
He didn't want it to end like this, he didn't want it to stop here.
His childhood experience of growing up in poverty allowed him to glimpse the cruelty of reality at an early age. While other children were still acting spoiled and demanding, he had already learned to measure every wish by whether it was "worth it".
The toys in the shop window weren't worth Grandma collecting cardboard for half a month, and a classmate's birthday party wasn't worth the strange looks brought by those worn-out old shoes.
Reason is his only shield, used to resist the disappointment of not getting what he wants. Over time, it has even become an instinct: calculate first, then feel; weigh the pros and cons before being moved.
He suppressed all his inappropriate desires, as if in doing so he could avoid the pain of loss.
Ke Lingwei was the only uncontrollable variable in his rational life.
The moment the thought of "losing her" clearly surfaced, my heart didn't react with calculated pros and cons, but with the most primal panic, as if a piece had been forcibly ripped out, and a cold wind howled in.
Why should he give up the only person who made him realize what "wanting" means?
He fell in love with her long before that scoundrel of a brother, so why should he offer his blessing? Why should he back out?
He doesn't want it.
In the darkness, Lu Yan chuckled very softly.
It was his fault; he missed opportunities time and time again, pushing her away with his so-called rationality.
He will have the rest of his life to make up for it, but only if she is in his life for the rest of his life.
His eyes gleamed in the shadows, settling into an almost obsessive light.
Next, there's a new plan.
However, he couldn't scare her; he needed patience and strategy.
Lu Yan carefully put the hair clip back into his pocket, turned around, and walked towards the kitchen.
Let's go back to the present.
Looking at the person who had buried her head in Lu Zhao's arms as if she were invisible, Lu Yan felt a surge of bitterness and a violent possessiveness, wanting to pull her out and lock her by his side immediately.
But he desperately restrained himself, his nails digging deep into his palms, using the pain to keep himself awake.
You mustn't act impulsively; if you do, she won't even allow you to get close.
The fact that she doesn't dare to face him right now proves that she cares. If she doesn't react at all, then she's truly beyond saving.
Lu Yan took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm and even gentle: "I...made breakfast, you...you," he awkwardly added the annoying guy, "are you hungry? Eat something before you go?"
Um?
This reaction??
Lu Zhao raised his head, squinted at him, and looked him up and down like a wary fox.
Lu Yan remained calm and even smiled slightly at him: "Go and serve it to her."
Lu Zhao: "..." Something feels off.
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