They had to get so close, so close that you could almost hear his strong, pounding heartbeat.
"It's rare to find someone who's afraid of something."
Hearing the noise outside the cubicle, Qin Beiming reluctantly removed his hand from her waist.
As soon as he let go, Ling Mo darted out of the cubicle like a rabbit.
The main reason they left so quickly was that Qin Beiming was too good at flirting.
Qin Beiming, who has gradually become more perceptive recently, is like a walking, talking flirtatious atmosphere generator. In cramped spaces like cubicles, his hormones explode exponentially.
If we don't escape the scene quickly, who knows what will happen next.
Outside the cubicle, Ling Tian sat on a low stool like a walking corpse, as the school doctor gave her whip marks on her arm emergency treatment.
When wiping the area with iodine solution for local disinfection, the school doctor's movements became much gentler.
Not only that, he would also look up from time to time and ask Ling Tian:
"Does it hurt? If it does, I'll try to be gentler."
"It doesn't hurt."
Ling Tian shook her head, her voice revealing a sense of restraint.
She has come to terms with the facts and realized that she is no longer the pampered little princess who could get whatever she wanted. So she quietly put away her previous affected mannerisms.
Ling Mo wanted to test Ling Tian's adaptability, so while the school doctor went to the restroom, he casually pushed the screen, which was about two meters high, behind Ling Tian towards her back.
Ling Tian immediately sensed something was wrong, turned around abruptly, swung her fist, and punched the screen that was about to hit her back.
The next instant, a muffled "bang" was heard, and the solid wood screen was actually punched through by Ling Tian's fist.
"Hmm...not bad."
Ling Mo curled his lips into a slant and slowly stepped out from behind Ling Tian, meeting her gaze directly into her almond-shaped eyes filled with resentment.
"Ling Mo, don't be too smug. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end!" Ling Tian's chest heaved violently, and the thick foundation on her face cracked due to her slightly ferocious expression.
"That applies to you even more."
Ling Mo replied casually, and suddenly understood why Ling Tian had suddenly changed her style and started wearing such heavy makeup.
It seems that even after the modifications, Ling Tian's body still couldn't completely suppress the toxicity of the Old Man's Cry.
The so-called mutation and modification at most makes her body stronger and her pain nerves more dull, but this does not mean that the mutation can overcome the terrible aftereffects of the old man crying.
Aftereffects such as hair loss and sallow skin are still unavoidable...
Ling Tian glared fiercely at Ling Mo, her brows furrowing in displeasure.
What are you looking at?
"I just wanted to see how you were doing lately. Knowing that you weren't doing well would put my mind at ease."
As Ling Mo spoke, seeing Ling Tian's face flush red with anger and her expression as if she were about to tear someone apart, he walked out of the school clinic with a smile on his face.
...
For the next week, Ling Tian completely ceased her activities, and Xuan Wei also claimed to be ill and stayed home to recuperate.
Ling Mo finally had a few days of peace and quiet, and he was quite happy to enjoy it.
When I have free time, I like to tinker with various medicines in my study.
Unexpectedly, Xuanwei, whose left arm had just begun to recover slightly, stopped causing trouble after only a few days.
Qin Beiming, who had been away on business for a whole week, had just returned to Linjiang and went straight to No. 3 Taoli Street.
Ignoring the strong smell of Chinese medicine on Ling Mo, she pressed him against the wall and gave him a long, tender kiss.
"You brat, can't you do anything right?"
Zhan Hanjue looked at the two people kissing passionately in the entryway with a headache, feeling utterly exasperated.
Why are you still here?
Qin Beiming looked at Zhan Hanjue with displeasure and directly led Ling Mo to the terrace.
However, before he could finish kissing her, Old Madam Qin suddenly called:
“Beibei, that imposter called me today. She said she fractured her left arm and has been resting at home for many days. She wanted you to come over and tutor her, but I refused.”
"Um."
"Be extra careful these days. That imposter is quite obsessed with you. Unless you become destitute from now on, it won't be easy to make her give up," Old Madam Qin warned worriedly.
"Just ignore it."
Qin Beiming's fingertips traced Ling Mo's lips; he had been itching to leave after a week apart.
At this moment, he could no longer care about any other trivial matters.
Ling Mo gently moved Qin Beiming's hand away and suggested in a deep voice:
"We should hire a tutor for her to help her with her studies one-on-one. Right now, she's still in the position of being Grandma's savior. If we don't do anything, Grandma will definitely be gossiped about."
"Mo Bao'er is here too! Look at this old senile man, actually calling Bei Bei so late at night. I hope I didn't delay your 'important business'?" Upon hearing Ling Mo's voice, Old Madam Qin beamed with joy.
"We didn't do anything..."
Ling Mo spoke somewhat guiltily, but unexpectedly Qin Beiming hung up the phone immediately.
Why did you hang up on Grandma?
"She won't mind."
"But..."
"I'll find a few people to tutor Xuanwei in a bit, and keep an eye on her while I do so. Let me hold her for a little while, just a little while." Qin Beiming's voice trembled slightly as his cold body pressed against Ling Mo.
"Third Master, are you feeling unwell?"
Ling Mo vaguely sensed something was wrong and gently shook his body.
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