Chapter 008 | 0008 I miss you so much
That night, Wu Xian did not receive Hobart's request, and naturally did not receive any reward.
"It's late, you should go to sleep."
Dizzy Wu Qian responded to his request, even though she wasn't very sleepy; the rule that you should go to sleep when it's time doesn't apply to her.
Hobert took her back, lifting her up in his strong arms and carrying her home like a child.
Wu Xian didn't care how Hobert knew the exact location; she was more concerned about something else: "Is this also a reward?"
She leaned against the man's chest, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath his shirt—cold, hard, without the clatter of a heartbeat. It felt no different from leaning against a sculpture.
Hobert was as calm as a lifeless stone, which fascinated Wu Qian, and she was reluctant to leave.
"It can be a reward, or it can be nothing. Do you want it?"
"I want it." Wu Qian wanted it. Although she hadn't asked Hobert if he wanted to take their relationship further, this man was perhaps born to be Wu Qian's master, and his words made her heart flutter.
"Then it's here for you in advance, on the condition that you get a good night's sleep tonight."
Before closing her eyes, Wu Qian kept thinking about this sentence. The next moment, she suddenly sat up and murmured Hobert's name, "H...H..."
The letter H, like the color red, can make Wu Xian tremble. This is a conditioned reflex that person gave Wu Xian, just like a puppy that will wag its tail once it becomes a habit.
Now, she secretly calls him "H".
Hobart's initials are exactly like this; he really deserves to be the master of the Black Fiber.
No matter what, she would ask him tomorrow. She was willing to do anything, and even if he disagreed, they had to do it at least once. Wu Xiantai wanted to be penetrated by that icy temperature, and he could bite her neck and ejaculate into her belly.
...
Wu Xian certainly didn't sleep well. She had been having nightmares for a long time, and she would sweat profusely, soaking her pillow.
Because Pei Wenbai forbade anyone from providing her with excessive amounts of sleeping pills, Wu Qian simply gave up and refused to take those useless pills.
She often suffers from insomnia, staring blankly at the tattered sheets, thinking about Mr. H's strong libido and her inability to close her eyes. Fortunately, she can take a nap during the day, which prevents her from going insane.
Wu Xian was exceptionally excited today; she had been waiting for Hobert ever since she opened her eyes.
She became even more agitated after the clock had completed half a circle, and the madwoman in the studio tore her artwork to shreds, smearing paint everywhere.
It wasn't until she nestled into the plaster statue's embrace, the coldness holding her close, that her emotions were temporarily calmed.
While Wu Qian was waiting, she heard the first doorbell ring. She excitedly ran over to open the door, where a woman's face was revealed.
Wu Xian didn't remember her name, so he would refer to her as "Ms." for now.
She has a full bust and a slender waist; she is a model for Wu Qian.
Recently, she has taken a liking to this big-breasted woman. When she has a headache, she will rest her head on her thigh and enjoy a massage. At Wu Qian's request, the model took off her clothes, and Wu Qian smelled the fragrance of her breasts and hummed an off-key song.
The model felt different from others because of this.
But after Wu Qian met Hobert, she was no longer the person she had hoped for. So Wu Qian slammed the door shut, offered no polite explanation, and retreated back into the embrace of the plaster statue.
About half an hour later, the doorbell rang again. This time, Wu Xian didn't need to open the door; the doorknob opened automatically.
Only Pei Wenbo had the key. As the older brother, he believed he had the right to open the door at will, even though Wu Qian had not expressed her opinion.
He walked in, followed by a female model.
The model was very attentive to Pei Wenbai, which Wu Qian found a bit boring.
She asked, "Would you like me to arrange a bed for you?"
The model's expression changed. She considered herself different from others, and now hearing Wu Qian's harsh words directed at her were hard to accept. She left stiffly.
"Qianqian." Pei Wenbai didn't comment on his sister's words. He opened the lunchbox he had brought and found bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, setting them out one by one. Pei Wenbai had arranged for someone to eat with Wu Qian, and he personally visited her the day after each therapy session.
The food looked and smelled delicious, but Wu Xian didn't like it. She felt nauseous, but this urge to vomit didn't bring her any pleasure, so it only made her feel worse.
Wu Xian ate a few bites casually.
"Should we change the model? How about we find another one?"
Wu Xian nodded indifferently. She felt that today had been far too long, so long that it was unbearable, and her eyes were even a little sore.
So boring! So boring! So boring! Wu Xian wanted to go crazy, to scream, to roll around on the ground.
Her brother stayed for a whole day, which made Wu Qian even more distressed. She felt that he might have just come to see her looking ridiculous. She said no many times, and Pei Wenbai had no choice but to go along with his sister.
By the time Pei Wenbai left, the moon had already risen.
Wu Xian immediately vomited up all the food he had brought, including the two pills she had just swallowed. She didn't need these things at all; she would be kept alive by intravenous nutrition and various pills.
Even though she claims to be mentally ill, she doesn't believe medication is effective; she's the kind of patient that makes all the doctors scream.
Stomach acid burned through his esophagus, and Wu Xian desperately wanted to eat something.
The soil, stones, grass, or even raw meat at the door—whatever it is—Pei Wenbai should be far away now. She shouldn't be caught eating a little, right? Her illness seems to be getting worse.
Even if she is discovered, it doesn't matter. She's been called a lunatic by everyone anyway, so it wouldn't be surprising if she died one day.
Wu Xian opened the door and couldn't wait to jump into the lawn.
But when she opened the door, she saw a pair of calm, deep eyes. A tall man stood at the bottom of the steps, his platinum blonde hair gleaming. His face was wrinkle-free, yet he possessed an indescribable, profound aura.
Hobart remained silent, standing under the moon like an unshakeable stone sculpture, revealing the hard texture of marble.
Wu Xian couldn't stop herself and crashed into his arms, feeling a little pain.
"Ah, Hobert..." He's here. A boring day is about to end. Wu Qian knows "I'll miss you."
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The Puppy's Diary (Frustrated Version)
So boring, so boring, so boring... All the annoying people should get out of the dog's house! This is the dog's house, don't come in!
Princess, please cast two beads to help the puppy realize its dream.
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