35. Can you teach me what kind of style you like?
Chu Chiyi glanced at his watch; it was almost five in the morning.
"That's enough for today." He looked at the person opposite him apologetically. "Old Lu... thank you."
Lu Siming waved his hand dismissively: "It's nothing! What are brothers for? Aren't they just for drinking with you and relieving your boredom at times like this?"
After saying that, he glanced at the time and suddenly said, "Come with me to the hospital later."
Seeing Chu Chiyi looking at him with some surprise, he explained, "My aunt was suddenly hospitalized yesterday, but it doesn't seem to be anything serious. My mom wants me to go see her today. Come with me when it gets light."
He wasn't actually trying to recruit people on purpose; he just felt a little uneasy leaving Chu Chiyi alone in his current state...
On the way to the hospital, Lu Siming was still processing the things they had talked about while drinking.
They will not fall in love with someone else.
“Hmm, tell her,” Chu Chiyi said expressionlessly, “and then watch her immediately lose interest and be discarded?”
Lu Siming was stunned for a moment, "But...but it's still better than you are now..."
That's still better than you becoming someone's mistress or an ambiguous casual sex partner!
Chu Chiyi suddenly continued, "That's still much more correct than the way it is now, isn't it?"
Lu Siming's thoughts were seen through by him, and he was speechless for a moment.
“Old Lu,” he turned his face and gave a slight bitter smile, “I don’t think I’ve ever done anything right when it comes to her.”
"..." Lu Siming only half understood what she was hearing, but he couldn't help but remind her, "The reason you didn't tell her is because of what she said? That she stopped liking other people when they liked her? To be honest, that reason sounds ridiculous! You haven't been fooled, have you?"
"No. I've looked it up, and there is indeed a scientific basis for this; the medical term is 'sexual unrequited love.' And it's not entirely because of what she said."
To Lu Siming's surprise, he had actually done his research. Lu Siming stared in disbelief for a long time before finally remembering to ask, "Then what else is it because of?"
"Because I'm not good enough for her."
"What? You?" Lu Siming almost doubted he had misheard. "You're not good enough for her? No, is she some kind of princess?"
Chu Chiyi didn't say anything, but after a while, he actually laughed.
Lu Siming didn't understand what he was laughing at: "What makes you unworthy of her?"
"In every aspect."
"...Chu Chiyi, stop being so love-struck! What are your flaws?"
Chu Chiyi suddenly looked at him with some surprise.
He paused suddenly, glanced at the designated drivers in front of him, and ultimately swallowed back the words, "She also said I wasn't good at it."
"..."
"But these are not the main issues."
Lu Siming looked at him with surprise: "Then what is the main problem?"
It was not yet seven o'clock in the morning, still early, and Yuan Mei probably hadn't woken up yet.
So Xiao Yu simply parked the car on the side of the green belt in front of the hospital.
He looked at the person beside him and found that Mu Jia's expression and condition were no different from usual.
In just a few hours, she quickly pieced herself back together.
He was momentarily surprised, unsure whether to be astonished by her self-healing ability or her ability to disguise herself.
Neither of them spoke. Mu Jia leaned her head against the car window, seemingly lost in thought.
Xiao Yu's gaze then wandered aimlessly.
Suddenly, a car that was easily recognizable and somewhat familiar caught his eye in the distance.
In the blink of an eye, a series of people and events were pieced together like threads in a snake's web.
He seemed to suddenly understand something.
After a while, he looked away from the dark green sports car and asked, "Jiajia, do you still like him?"
Mu Jia snapped out of her daze, and after a second, she understood what he was talking about.
From Mu Jia's perspective, the car was not visible, thanks to the cover of the green belt.
Instead of answering directly, she brought up the past: "I was too young back then, and I was infatuated and blinded by love, so I liked everything about him, even the bad parts. Looking back now, it seems like I just swallowed it whole and liked it all at once."
"But thinking about it now, objectively speaking, he wasn't a good person now. In fact, he was a scoundrel a lot in the past, smoking, drinking, fighting, chasing girls, and doing all sorts of bad things." She was quite blunt.
Xiao Yu looked at her with some surprise, and heard her continue, "It's just that he was a jerk that I couldn't refuse back then."
"But none of these things really matter."
The important thing is that he didn't like her, he never had.
Xiao Yu looked at her, actually wanting to ask, "So, can you refuse him now?"
After thinking about it, I still didn't ask. "Jiajia, no matter what, what I said last night will always stand."
Mu Jia turned to him, and he looked into her eyes and said, "Just like I said on the day I went to the dentist for X-rays, what I like has never been the outer layer of skin."
Just like when I first had dinner with her family, a lot of what I said was fake, but the love at first sight was real, and the more I spent time with her, the more I felt that she was worthy of love, which was also real.
The carriage fell silent for a moment.
After a while, I heard her say, "Okay, I understand. Xiao Yu, but give me a little more time to sort things out... okay?"
"Then what exactly is it that makes you unworthy?" Lu Siming was about to ask further when he noticed that the person next to him seemed to be suddenly drawn to something.
He followed the gaze and saw Mu Jia and Xiao Yu walking together into the hospital gate. He paused for a moment, then laughed, "Heh, I thought I was the only one who was up so early. Jiajia and the others are really early too."
"I'm not going in," I suddenly heard the person next to me say.
"Huh?" He was a little surprised, wondering what had suddenly changed about him. After a few seconds, he asked, "What about the car?"
"Keep the car, just return it to me next week."
"No, how could you..."
"By the way," Chu Chiyi suddenly looked at him, "your company makes biomaterials and collaborates with hospitals, right? Do you know any good psychologists?"
No... has his emotional problem really gotten to this point?
"It's not that I want to see it, it's that a friend of mine..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Siming was both annoyed and amused. He couldn't understand why his friend, who had been so generous just now, was suddenly acting so awkwardly.
“Old Chu, actually, most people have some psychological issues these days. Besides, your situation is so complicated... it's normal…”
"Hmm," he responded verbally, but did not comment.
Lu Siming observed his condition for a few seconds, then had no choice but to let him go: "Okay, you can go back now. I'll look for the doctor's information when I get back and send it to you later."
"Old Lu, thank you."
"ah?"
"you're right."
What...did I say?
Chu Chiyi glanced at him, said nothing, closed the car door, and left.
He's right. Being honest this once and saying it out loud, no matter what, things might not be any worse than they are now.
A weekend passed, and on Monday night, when Chu Chiyi returned home, he found Mu Jia asleep on the sofa.
A book lay upside down on the carpet in front of the sofa; she must have fallen asleep halfway through reading it.
He was a little helpless, so he went over and picked up the book.
But then I suddenly saw the book title, "Mr. Toad Goes to See a Psychologist"...
...
The book was still frozen in my hand, but the person next to me slowly woke up.
Mu Jia rubbed her eyes, her voice still sleepy: "You're back..."
She remembered that it was past midnight when she started reading, and she thought he wouldn't be coming back tonight.
"I had a case to analyze, and it was getting late when I finished. I was worried that coming back would disturb you, so I was planning to spend the night in the office."
"Then why did you come back again?"
"I saw you come downstairs on the security camera at the entrance 45 minutes ago."
"Huh?" Mu Jia was taken aback, then pouted, "I'll go downstairs to take out the trash."
She looked at him again and said bluntly, "Staying up in the middle of the night and watching the security camera at your front door, that's really weird."
He smiled and didn't refute anything.
He closed the book in his hand and put it aside. "You read psychology books?"
"Just browsing." Mu Jia stood up, her nightgown swaying slightly with her movement, inadvertently outlining her delicate curves.
She tried to walk towards the bedroom, but was suddenly grabbed from behind.
Chu Chiyi's hand was around her waist, and even though she had taken off her coat, she could still feel the slight coolness from the outside air emanating from him.
He suddenly lowered his head, his chin nestling in the hollow of her shoulder.
Amidst the sound of someone's heartbeat, Mu Jia suddenly trembled slightly, almost unconsciously.
"Are you sleepy?" His lips brushed against my ear, a question that sounded like an invitation, or even more like a seduction.
Seeing that she didn't object, Chu Chiyi picked her up and gently placed her back on the sofa behind him.
His kiss first lingered on her collarbone, then moved upwards along her ear, before circling back down.
Mu Jia closed her eyes.
Then it continues downwards, smoothing over the perfect curves of the chest, the supple waist, and the flat stomach...
"What are you doing?" Suddenly realizing what he was about to do, she was startled, opened her eyes, and pushed his head away.
"Don't move, okay?" Chu Chiyi gently pressed her hand down and placed a cushion behind her back. "Give me another chance to try."
They had experienced this before, but she found it awkward.
Or rather, seeing him do these things makes her feel awkward and disconnected.
Because of her resistance, it gradually stopped.
The tongue began its tentative exploration from the very outer edge, tracing delicate circles. Mu Jia's breathing gradually quickened, and she slowly ceased thinking.
Her fingers unconsciously slipped into his hair.
When his lips touched her most sensitive spot, Mu Jia tilted her head back and gasped softly. He immediately adjusted the angle, letting her sink deeper into the cushion. His tongue sometimes swept lightly like a feather, sometimes applied steady pressure, subtly changing his technique each time she approached her climax.
Mu Jia's neck arched backward, but at the same time, her last conscious thought was that doing these things with him felt incredibly disconnected.
But Chu Chiyi didn't seem to feel any disconnect; he was very engaged.
The intense pleasure kept coming like a tide, once, twice, three times...
"Chu Chiyi..." until she called his name with a sob in her voice.
He received the signal, placed one hand on her waist, and buried his face deeper between her legs. His other hand gently stroked her taut abdomen.
After a few minutes, he steadily supported her trembling body, without stopping, but instead using a gentler approach to prolong the pleasure.
Until it's time to start the next time.
Finally, Mu Jia was completely exhausted and could only reach out her fingertips to touch his shoulder.
Chu Chiyi carried her to take a bath; hot water was already prepared in the bathtub.
As his body slowly sank down, a few drops of water dampened the long hair at her temples. He bent down and gently brushed it away for her. Suddenly, he didn't want to get up, letting the water wet his own face as well, and whispered a question in her ear.
"What exactly is wrong with your work? I'll fix it. Or, could you teach me what kind of work you like?"
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