It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

Nan Yan lay in bed, tossing and turning for a while before finally falling asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a soft "thump," as if something had hit the glass.

Nan Yan didn't wake up; she turned over and continued sleeping.

A few seconds later, another "thump" was heard, clearer than the first one.

This time, Nan Yan suddenly opened her eyes.

He froze on the bed, listening intently for a few seconds, before silence returned.

Was I dreaming? Or did the wind blow a branch and it hit the window?

"Thump," the sound came again.

Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, then got up and got out of bed.

His room was on the second floor, with a window facing the road below the villa. There were streetlights, so the light wasn't too dim.

He walked to the window, lifted the curtain a little, and looked down.

In the glow of the streetlights, there stood a figure, tall and straight, dressed in black clothes, looking like a sneaky thief, looking up in his direction.

Nan Yan recognized the man's face and froze in shock—it was Dou Xiao.

How did he end up here?

Nan Yan subconsciously wanted to close the curtains tightly, but before he could do so, he saw Dou Xiao bend down, pick something up from the ground, and throw it. Another small pebble hit the glass with a "thud".

So that's what the sound was just now.

Nan Yan's heart was in her throat; she was both scared and panicked.

He didn't know what Dou Xiao was planning, and just wanted to hide as quickly as possible.

Just as he was about to draw the curtains, Dou Xiao suddenly waved his hand forcefully at him, his face showing an urgent expression, as if telling him not to leave.

Nan Yan froze, her movements halting in place.

Immediately afterwards, Dou Xiao took out something that looked like a tablet from his pocket, held it up, and pointed it at Nan Yan's window.

The screen lit up, displaying white text scrolling like bullet comments: "Nan Yan, wait a minute, I just want to say something to you."

Nan Yan's heart was pounding, and her hands and feet felt weak.

He wanted to close the curtains, but he was also a little afraid that Dou Xiao might do something even more outrageous, so he could only stand there stiffly.

Seeing that he hadn't left, Dou Xiao's face lit up with a hint of joy, and he quickly pressed the screen.

The scrolling text changed: "I will overcome all difficulties. Believe me, wait for me."

Nan Yan shook her head vigorously, her eyes filled with fear and rejection.

He didn't want to have anything to do with Shawn Dou.

But Dou Xiao seemed not to understand what he meant and pressed the screen again.

This time, the scrolling text changed to: "I love you. I'm going to marry you. I love you. I'm going to marry you. I love..."

The words scrolled across the screen again and again, and Dou Xiao gazed at Nan Yan with burning eyes and deep affection.

Nan Yan was so frightened that tears almost welled up in her eyes. She kept shaking her head, wanting him to leave quickly, but she was afraid of waking Wei Xun.

In Dou Xiao's eyes, Nan Yan's tearful, head-shaking, and silent demeanor was not a rejection, but rather a helpless refusal due to Wei Xun's pressure, making her unable to bravely pursue true love, much like Juliet in a tragic love story.

He put down his tablet and began to use sign language to gesture at Nan Yan—making a heart shape with his thumb and forefinger, then pointing at Nan Yan, and finally patting his chest.

This is the sign language for "I love you".

Dou Xiao was immersed in his deep affection, but the next second, his expression suddenly changed, and the deep affection in his eyes was instantly replaced by fear.

The curtains by the window next to Nan Yan's room were half-drawn at some point, and behind them stood a tall man with a livid face.

It was Wei Xun.

"You brat!" he roared, grabbed the table lamp, and threw it out the window.

The table lamp came crashing down with a whoosh, and Dou Xiao was so frightened that he quickly dodged to the side.

With a loud crash, the lamp fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Dou Xiao quickly picked up the tablet from the ground and ran out of the residential area.

As Wei Xun watched Dou Xiao's disheveled retreating figure, his anger flared even more intensely.

He turned around and walked straight to Nan Yan's bedroom, pushing the door open with a "bang".

Nan Yan was still standing by the window when she saw Wei Xun storm in, and she trembled with fear.

"So sexually frustrated, huh?" Wei Xun's voice was icy. "The moment I'm busy with work, you can't wait to seduce other men?!"

"I didn't..." Nan Yan cried, tears streaming down her face. "Sir, I didn't..."

"No?" Wei Xun stepped forward, grabbed Nan Yan's wrist, and slammed him onto the bed.

Wei Xun then straddled him, pinning his hands down with his right hand, his eyes fierce: "Didn't you call him here?"

"I didn't call him..." Nan Yan cried even harder, shaking her head desperately, "I had no idea he would come... Sir, you have to believe me..."

"Trust you?" Wei Xun sneered. "You're this restless when I'm not around?"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Nan Yan's phone from the bedside table, starting to look through her call logs and WeChat chat history.

The call log was clean, with only a few numbers belonging to Wei Xun and no other unfamiliar calls.

The WeChat contact list only contained Wei Xun, and there were no abnormalities in other apps.

Wei Xun scoffed, "You deleted it pretty cleanly."

"No, sir... I haven't used a mobile phone much..."

Wei Xun didn't believe it, so he opened the screen time management on his phone and took a closer look—

Sure enough, Nan Yan used her phone very little, only when contacting Wei Xun.

Moreover, when he sent the message to Wei Xun, it was during Teacher Zhang's class time, so it was obvious that Teacher Zhang instructed him to send it.

Upon seeing this, Wei Xun's anger gradually subsided, replaced by deep guilt and remorse.

He realized that he had wronged Nan Yan.

Nan Yan is so timid and dependent on him, how could she possibly seduce someone else?

He cared too much about Nan Yan and was too afraid of losing her, so when he saw that scene, he lost his temper and accused Nan Yan without distinguishing right from wrong.

Wei Xun put down his phone and leaned closer to Nan Yan.

Nan Yan was still crying, tears streaming down her face, like a wronged little kitten.

Wei Xun felt as if something had tugged at his heart, causing both pain and soreness.

"I'm sorry, Nan Yan," Wei Xun said softly. "I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

Nan Yan cried even harder when she heard his apology.

He didn't move, letting Wei Xun hug him and kiss his forehead and cheeks.

"It's because I care about you too much." Wei Xun hugged Nan Yan tightly. "When I see how he treats you, I can't control my temper. I'm afraid he'll take you away from me, afraid you'll leave me. I'm sorry, Nan Yan, please forgive me."

Nan Yan cried in his arms for a long time before her emotions gradually calmed down.

Wei Xun hugged him and gently patted his back, while also deeply reflecting on himself.

His reaction just now was too extreme; it not only hurt Nan Yan but also caused him to lose control.

This can't go on. He can't keep hurting Nan Yan because of his possessiveness and insecurity.

"Nan Yan," Wei Xun loosened his grip slightly, allowing him to look at him, his eyes earnest and sincere, "How about this, we agree on a word, okay?"

Nan Yan sniffled, looking at him with teary eyes: "What words?"

"A magical word. As long as you say this word, no matter what the situation, I will believe you and do as you say."

Wei Xun gently stroked Nan Yan's cheek with his fingers: "Next time I wrong you, just say this word and I will stop immediately, listen to your explanation, and believe every word you say."

Nan Yanba blinked her teary eyes: "Really?"

"Really." Wei Xun shifted his position, letting Nan Yan lean against him, while he leaned against the headboard, gently embracing him. "I promise. Next time I accuse you without knowing the facts, just say that word, and I'll listen to you and never wrong you again."

Nan Yan asked softly, "What word?"

Wei Xun smiled gently. "How about 'Wei Xun Loves Nan Yan'?"

Nan Yan's face instantly turned red, from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.

He lowered his head and muttered softly, "I... I can't say it..."

"Oh?" Wei Xun teased him deliberately, reaching out to pinch his chin: "You've already written it down, so why don't you dare to say it? I saw it; you wrote both of our names on the paper and circled them with hearts."

"I didn't..." Nan Yan's face turned even redder, and she explained weakly, "I wrote it by accident..."

"Okay, okay, I wrote it by accident." Wei Xun conceded with a smile: "Then tell me, what word should I use? You choose one."

Nan Yan lowered her head and began to think seriously.

After a while, he said, "White Sand Pool."

"Baisha Pool?" Wei Xun felt that the word sounded strangely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

"It was the first time my husband took me out on the subway. We bought tickets and rode to the last stop." Nan Yan's voice was very soft: "The last stop of Shanghai Metro Line 12, Baishatan Station."

Wei Xun remembered.

That was just a few days after he bought Nanyan, when he said he wanted to take the subway and eat a hamburger.

He took Nanyan to the nearby subway station and, in front of the self-service ticket machine, patiently taught her to recognize the station names and choose routes.

"So you still remember." A soft spot in Wei Xun's heart was gently touched, a warm feeling spreading through him. "How did you come up with that word?"

"Sir, I still have your subway ticket from that day."

Nan Yan pulled a small paper bag from under her pillow, inside which were two small subway tickets.

"That was the first time my wish was fulfilled, and I was very happy."

Looking at the two well-preserved subway tickets and then at Nan Yan's serious expression, Wei Xun felt a surge of warmth and heartache.

He remembered such a small thing so clearly and treasured it so well.

He reached out and hugged Nan Yan tightly: "Okay, then let's use the term 'White Sand Pool'."

"Um."

"Come on, let's practice." Wei Xun patted him on the back.

Nan Yan looked up at him, puzzled. "How do we practice?"

"It's very simple. You say a sentence, and then add the three words 'Baisha Pool,' and I will believe you. Or, you ask me to do something, and add those three words, and no matter how absurd it is, I will do it."

Nan Yan was a little incredulous: "Really? Anything is fine with me?"

"Really." Wei Xun's eyes were full of doting affection. "Give it a try."

Nan Yan pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Sir... I really didn't seduce anyone, and I didn't know Dou Xiao would come to Baishatan."

Wei Xun lowered his head and gently kissed his cheek, his voice incredibly tender: "Yes, I believe you. I know you didn't, I misunderstood you."

Upon receiving his affirmation, Nan Yan's eyes brightened, and the last bit of grievance in her heart dissipated.

Wei Xun couldn't help but laugh when he saw him like this, and leaned down to kiss his lips.

This kiss was not apologetic like before, but full of tenderness and affection, carefully tracing the shape of his lips and gently caressing them.

Nan Yan's cheeks flushed again. She closed her eyes and let him kiss her.

The kiss deepened, and Wei Xun's hands gradually became restless...

Nan Yan shuddered, suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed his hand, and whispered, "Sir, could you please not touch there... Baisha Pool?"

Wei Xun stopped what he was doing, looked at his flushed cheeks and wet eyes, and couldn't help but laugh: "No."

Nan Yan was shocked: "Why? You said that as long as I said that magic word..."

"I did say that," Wei Xun said slyly, "but that word doesn't work in bed."

"Huh?" Nan Yan's eyes widened. "Sir, you're cheating!"

"So what if I am?" Wei Xun smiled and lowered his head, gently biting his lip. "Who told you to be so cute? It makes me want to tease you."

"You..." Nan Yan glared at him angrily, her cheeks turning even redder.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Seeing that he was really angry, Wei Xun quickly compromised: "I won't touch it anymore, I'll owe you one next time."

Nan Yan snorted, buried her head in the pillow, and ignored him.

Wei Xun looked at his fluffy hair and couldn't help but smile. He gently patted his back and placed a tender kiss on his forehead: "Goodnight, Nan Yan."

Wei Xun waited until he was sound asleep before carefully getting up, gently closing the door, and returning to his own room.

Back in his room, he picked up his phone and sent Dou Xuan a message: "Dude, don't say I didn't warn you, if your brother comes to my house to harass Nan Yan again in the middle of the night, I'm calling the police to catch the thief."