"Really not?"
Qin Beiming asked unwillingly.
Aside from this situation, he really couldn't understand why Ling Mo's attitude towards him had changed so drastically overnight.
"You were in a deep sleep all night, and had a high fever that wouldn't go down until dawn. If you feel slightly unwell, it's most likely due to the high fever."
"Since nothing happened, why are you acting so strangely and trying to keep your distance from me after I woke up?"
Before answering your question, I'd rather hear your answer.
"Isn't my answer obvious enough? I dream of walking down the aisle with you and having a child as lovely and charming as you."
However, hope is one thing, reality is another. Youth should be free and unrestrained, and I am unwilling and reluctant to tie you down with a child.
As for always needing you to give me a formal title, it's simply because of a lack of security.
After hearing Qin Beiming's answer, Ling Mo's anxious heart finally calmed down a bit.
His answer was impeccable.
But a thorn remained buried deep in her heart. Although it didn't hurt much, she always felt uneasy whenever she thought of Mr. Smith's text message.
To outsiders, she was much stronger than girls her age.
However, she also has an extremely vulnerable side when it comes to relationships.
After being repeatedly betrayed by her closest and most trusted relatives, she almost risked all her courage to give her whole heart to Qin Beiming.
It is precisely because she cares that she is even less willing to easily exchange her sincerity for a high-stakes gamble.
"MoMo, can you tell me now what exactly is on your mind?"
Qin Beiming took a few steps toward her and said sincerely.
"Perhaps because of what I experienced before, what I fear most right now is being used and betrayed by my closest and most trusted relatives. At this stage, I am indeed somewhat confused, and I can no longer distinguish whether our chance encounter in the restroom was your deliberate act or a coincidence due to fate."
"Deliberate? I prefer to call it an instant connection."
During the period when he first met Ling Mo, their several chance encounters and meetings were indeed orchestrated by him.
Therefore, Qin Beiming did not find anything wrong with the phrase "deliberately did it".
"I see."
As expected, Ling Mo, whose emotional intelligence was already questionable, misunderstood the meaning, nodded indifferently, and said nothing more.
On the way back to No. 3 Taoli Street, Qin Beiming tried to strike up a conversation several times, but seeing that she kept her eyes closed and refused to speak to him, he had no choice but to give up.
He has never been one to fawn over someone who doesn't appreciate kindness.
He is truly willing to open his heart to the girl he likes, showering her with all his love and patience.
However, he couldn't tolerate the other party's inconsistent attitude.
It's also impossible to lower your stance and shamelessly cling to the other party.
This stems from his inherent pride.
Qin Beiming was repeatedly rebuffed, feeling particularly frustrated and unable to vent his anger, so he also became taciturn.
Sitting alone on the sofa, I smoked more than a dozen cigarettes in a row, but my depressed mood still couldn't be released.
In the stillness of the night, a chilly air hung in the air.
He stared intently at the stairwell, hoping that Ling Mo would run down the stairs as usual, and sit down beside him nonchalantly, playing games or doing homework—whatever she wanted to do.
Unfortunately, after he finished a whole pack of cigarettes, she still didn't appear.
After glancing at the mechanical dial of her wristwatch, Qin Beiming grew impatient and went upstairs to her bedroom.
Gently push open the slightly ajar door, and a strong aroma of medicine wafts out.
Under the dim light of the desk lamp, a fair and delicate face suddenly came into his view.
He strode over to Ling Mo, who was half-lying on the desk and fast asleep, gently put his arm around her waist, and carried her to the bed.
Just as he was about to put her phone aside, he inadvertently glimpsed her chat history with Fu Yunque.
Their conversation was unremarkable and contained no information worth exploring in depth.
However, the selfie that Fu Yunque sent between the two of them was truly an eyesore for Qin Beiming.
In the photo, Ling Mo, who is usually reserved, reveals the same sweet smile as Fu Yun Que, appearing youthful and energetic, as beautiful as the rising sun.
Compared to the healthy Fu Yunque, he really had no comparison.
She is neither gentle and considerate enough, nor sunny and warm enough.
Once the disease takes hold, it begins to bar its fangs and relentlessly ravage her.
Just thinking about it made Qin Beiming's deep-seated inferiority complex instantly surface.
He quietly placed his phone next to Ling Mo's pillow, almost as if he were fleeing in panic. After gently closing the bedroom door, he hurriedly left and hid in a VIP room at Only Bar, drinking all night.
"Third Brother, what brings you here?"
Lu Jinjiu rubbed his eyes, looking at Qin Beiming who had suddenly appeared at the door of the private room with surprise, and asked in a deep voice.
Having been disgusted by Xie Xiaoai and Ling Yunlong some time ago, Lu Jinjiu seemed to have suddenly become a different person, completely losing interest in women.
However, no longer lingering among women doesn't mean he's capable of doing anything worthwhile.
During this period, he basically spent every night in bars.
He spent his days drinking and playing cards; though his life was quite boring, he was also carefree.
"Clear the area."
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