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As the sun began to set, the golden light in the bedroom turned into a warm, dim orange hue.

Yu Le was so hungry that she couldn't stand it anymore.

The rumbling sounds from its belly protested against the owner's abuse of more than ten hours.

He struggled to pull his arm out from under Liu Xiaoli's head, feeling as if his entire arm had been numb for three years, like it had been soaking in a jar of vinegar.

The woman beside him was sleeping soundly, her breathing long and even, showing no sign of waking up.

Yu Le walked barefoot on the floor, casually put on a pair of shorts, and sauntered into the kitchen.

When I opened the refrigerator, wow, it was packed full.

It seems that Liu Xiaoli had indeed been planning this house for a long time, even buying the best kind of eggs.

Yu Le wasn't picky either. Two handfuls of noodles, three poached eggs, and some sliced ​​ham sausages—two steaming bowls of plain noodles were ready in ten minutes.

The fragrance drifted into the bedroom through the crack in the door.

Less than two minutes later, the woman came out following the scent.

At this moment, Liu Xiaoli had completely lost any semblance of the composure expected of a dance artist.

She was wrapped in that off-white cashmere coat, with nothing underneath, and the neckline was quite low, revealing a large expanse of smooth, white skin below her collarbone and a hint of cleavage.

She was barefoot, making no sound as she stepped on the carpet, until she reached the dining table, at which point she seemed to suddenly come to life, her nose twitching twice.

"It smells so good..."

She plopped down at the table, grabbed her chopsticks, and began inhaling rapidly.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Yu Le handed over the vinegar bottle, unable to resist teasing, "Anyone who didn't know better would think I was abusing you."

Liu Xiaoli swallowed a mouthful of noodles, let out a satisfied sigh, and finally regained some color in her cheeks.

She rolled her eyes at Yu Le, exuding charm.

"You're the one who's abusing me, you've tortured me to death!"

The car drove off so suddenly that Yu Le coughed awkwardly twice.

But he found that the other person was still staring straight at him.

"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" Yu Le felt a little uneasy under her gaze and subconsciously touched her face. "Hurry up and eat, or the noodles won't taste good if they get soggy."

Liu Xiaoli smiled.

That kind of heartfelt, slightly silly laugh.

"Yu Le".

"what?"

"It's so kind of you."

"..."

What's with this sudden "friend zone" card?

"Stop!" Yu Le quickly interrupted. "Don't try to sweet-talk me. Finish your meal quickly, and then wash the dishes. That's called division of labor."

Liu Xiaoli nodded obediently, picked up her chopsticks, and ate the noodles in small bites.

She savored what was supposed to be the simplest noodles with the elegance of a French gourmet meal.

While eating, she suddenly picked up the poached egg from her bowl and held it to Yu Le's mouth.

"What?" Yu Le leaned back tactically.

"Here, have some." Liu Xiaoli looked at him with a smile, "To help you recover."

Yu Le: "..."

He felt challenged.

"Comrade Liu Xiaoli, are you questioning my abilities?"

"No, not at all." Liu Xiaoli blinked her innocent big eyes. "I just felt sorry for you. After all... there's still a long way to go."

She emphasized the word "sun" with extra force.

Yu Le almost choked to death on a mouthful of noodle soup.

Has this woman completely let herself go? Where did that dignified and elegant Ms. Liu go?

........

By the time we finished eating, it was completely dark outside.

The night view of Beijing is still dazzling, with neon lights flashing in the distance like countless blinking eyes.

Yu Le slumped on the sofa, aimlessly flipping through channels with the remote control in his hand, actually undergoing a "post-coital meditation" to repair himself.

After taking a shower, Liu Xiaoli changed into a burgundy silk nightgown.

The halter top has thin straps hanging on rounded shoulders, as if it might slip off at any moment.

The skirt was just long enough to cover her upper thighs, and her long, wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with water droplets dripping from the ends and sliding down her fair neck into the deep cleavage.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of shower gel, mixed with her unique body fragrance, making one's heart itch with desire.

She didn't say anything, walked straight to the sofa, and plopped down on Yu Le's lap.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him as if she had no bones.

"Yu Le..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, yet with a hint of something else.

"Shall we... go to sleep?"

Yu Le froze.

"Teacher Liu," he took a deep breath, his voice righteous and resolute, "one must know how to exercise restraint. We can't exhaust the resources of a resource-intensive society. Sustainable development is the only way forward, do you understand?"

Liu Xiaoli moved even closer, her red lips almost touching his, her eyes glazed over.

"But……"

She stretched out her toes and gently tapped Yu Le's knee. "I just ate, and I'm not sleepy anymore."

This is blatant provocation!

Uncle can tolerate it, but Aunt can't!

"You're playing with fire!"

……

That night.

The battle reignites in the master bedroom on the 16th floor of Shengshi Huating.

As it turns out, there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is over-plowed.

Liu Xiaoli displayed amazing fighting spirit and resilience; it was with Yu Le that she truly experienced what it's like to be a woman.

That kind of addictive madness almost overwhelmed Yu Le, a seasoned veteran who had lived two lives.

From the bedroom to the living room, from the sofa to the bathroom.

The battle was barely brought to a halt in the middle of the night.

Yu Le felt that he was no longer a salted fish.

It's dried salted fish.

It was exposed to the sun for three days and three nights.

He didn't want to move a single finger; he just wanted to sleep and die, preferably until the next century.

however.

Murphy's Law tells us that when you're most sleepy, there's always that one damn phone call that will wake you up.

The next morning.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

Yu Le's phone rang on the bedside table.

He fumbled for his phone, squinting at the caller ID.

Sisi.

I glanced at the time; it was only seven in the morning.

This girl never gets up before eight o'clock, is the sun rising in the west today?

Yu Le took a deep breath, pressed the answer button, and tried to make her voice sound as normal as possible.

"Feed? What's wrong, little darling? So early in the morning..."

"Waaaaah..."

Before he could finish speaking, a suppressed sob came through the receiver.

It wasn't the kind of loud, wailing crying.

It was that kind of sobbing.

It was as if they had suffered a tremendous injustice.

The drowsiness in Yu Le's mind vanished instantly.

"Sissi?!"

He sat up abruptly, the movement pulling at his aching lower back, making him wince in pain, but he didn't care.

"What's wrong? Don't cry! Talk to me! Did someone bully you?"

Liu Qianqian's voice was intermittent and had a heavy nasal tone, which made people's hearts clench.

"Yu Le..."

"When are you coming back...?"

"I miss you... Waaaaah..."