Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

"Do you even know what you're saying? And look at the time!" Lu Fang sat up abruptly from the bed in anger.

"But I feel unwell."

……

Lu Fang suspected they were never on the same wavelength. He shouldn't have wasted his breath on this rich young master who didn't understand the hardships of life.

In the end, Lu Fang, still feeling uneasy, went back with a belly full of anger.

Lu Fang admitted that when he pushed open the door and saw the person sitting on the bed unharmed, calmly turning his head to look at him, he really wanted to rush over and beat him up to show him how treacherous society is.

He strode up to Su Nanqin, looked down at him with a stern expression, his face ashen, and asked in a harsh voice, "Where does it hurt?"

Su Nanqin, completely oblivious, casually exposed his neck, saying, "It itches."

Lu Fang looked down and saw that the rash was still there, but it had subsided a lot, and the remaining rash was also improving. It was not as exaggerated as he had described.

He straightened up and looked down at Su Nanqin, his dark eyes deep and his lips pressed together. His fists clenched and unclenched, and his veins bulged slightly. He just stared at her without saying a word.

Lu Fang has a bad temper, but he rarely gets truly angry. When he does get angry, he doesn't say anything; he just stares at you, and that alone can send chills down your spine.

But Su Nanqin wasn't afraid. He was used to being assertive and didn't seem to be used to Lu Fang being so fierce.

He pulled the blanket up a little, and unusually awkwardly said, "It really hurts."

Lu Fang remained silent, staring at him with a sullen face.

He said, feeling wronged, "I can't sleep if you won't come back."

Lu Fang was so angry he almost laughed. What kind of childish trick was this, pretending to be sick to deceive people?

"So you lied to me?" Lu Fang asked in an unfriendly tone.

"It's not a lie, I was just itchy." After saying that, Su Nanqin tilted her head and deliberately rubbed against him.

She's a bit arrogant.

Lu Fang was truly exasperated by him. "Do you think everyone will believe that? Everyone will come?"

"Well, here you are." Su Nanqin looked up at him.

Like the clueless, irresponsible younger brother next door, who does something wrong but then blames it on being easy to fool.

If this person were really his younger brother, he would have given him a good whack on the head right now.

This person looks refined and mature, with an icy expression, and only reveals a side of himself that is completely inconsistent with his age and temperament when he speaks.

"There won't be a next time." He sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing, and turned to get the first-aid kit.

The rash had subsided somewhat, indicating that the ointment was working. He rummaged through his things and walked over to the person: "Come here!"

Su Nanqin obediently moved away a little, exposing her neck, but there was still some distance between them.

Lu was in a hurry when he came out. He grabbed the clothes he had been working in the store during the day and put them on. The clothes were covered in dust. He looked at Su Nanqin's clean blankets.

He still didn't sit down, but instead lifted one leg, intending to kneel on the bed: "It's a bit dirty."

"What?" Su Nanqin turned her head to look at him, confused. The two were very close, almost touching noses.

Lu Fang awkwardly stepped back a little: "My clothes are a bit dirty, do you mind kneeling like this?"

Su Nanqin glanced at the other person and saw that his clothes were not good and were covered in dust, making him look rather shabby.

"I don't mind. You can sit here too." After understanding what the other person meant, Su Nanqin replied.

Lu Fang didn't sit down; it wasn't that he couldn't tell that Su Nanqin was a person who valued cleanliness.

In fact, he also discovered that although Su Nanqin was arrogant and a bit self-centered, he was not actually arrogant and would never look down on others.

After applying the medicine, Lu Fang didn't say anything and silently put the things back. Su Nanqin sat on the bed watching his actions.

He wasn't unaware of the blatant gaze; after putting his things down, he didn't even look at the other person and walked straight out.

"You can't leave." Just as he was about to reach the door, Su Nanqin's voice came from behind him.

Lu Fang turned to look at him.

Su Nanqin threw off the covers and stepped barefoot onto the floor. Su Nanqin's feet were very white with smooth toes. A dark blue carpet was laid beside the bed, which made her feet look even whiter.

He looked down at his feet: "Can I not walk? I can't sleep."

She's clearly in her mid-twenties and has a cool, aloof look, but with her head down, she looks like a child who's done something wrong, a little pitiful and helpless.

Lu Fang has always been stubborn but soft-hearted, and he's more responsive to gentle persuasion than force.

But now, looking at the person sitting by the bed, he saw that the cold, aloof suit had been removed, and the person's head was lowered, obscuring that cold face. The dim light from the bedside lamp shone on the person's head, highlighting the slightly upturned eyelashes, making them appear gentle, even a little pitiful.

He turned and walked up to the person, sighed, and asked in an unusually gentle tone, "Why can't you sleep?"

"I don't know." In fact, Su Nanqin really didn't know.

Prolonged insomnia and constant stress had brought him to the brink of collapse, yet he still had to handle the company's affairs like a superhero during the day, leaving him with no outlet for his emotions.

Upon seeing Lu Fang return, her voice trembled slightly, though she didn't cry.

This time, Lu Fang wasn't as angry as he had been before; he could tell that Su Nanqin genuinely didn't know.

Ignoring his filth, he didn't sit on the bed but sat down on the carpet very close to Sunanqin.

Su Nanqin was a little surprised and looked down at him.

Lu Fang was tall; even sitting on the ground, he was about the same height as Su Nanqin.

"If you don't know, don't overthink it. Go to sleep." Lu Fang just sat there, looking at him.

Su Nanqin looked at him.

"Didn't you ask me to stay with you? You saw it yourself, my clothes are dirty," Lu Fang explained.

"Go change." The show of weakness lasted only three seconds before he started giving orders again.

Lu Fang looked up at him: "Are you going to sleep or not?"

Su Nanqin then turned and got into bed. After he lay down, Lu Fang got up and turned off the bedside lamp, leaving only a small lamp on the bedside.

Su Nanqin turned around and looked at him through the dim light: "You can't leave."

"Yes, I'm here. Go to sleep." Lu Fang's voice was a little deep.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Fang's legs went numb from sitting, and finally, steady breathing could be heard from the bed.

He tiptoed next door, intending to change his clothes and take a nap.

Lu Fang went to the next room, quickly took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and came back.

Su Nanqin was still sitting upright on the bed when his tense back suddenly relaxed.

Lu Fang pretended not to see it, but had no choice but to walk over, lift the blanket, and sit down next to him.

Even up close, you could see a dark bluish tinge on Su Nanqin's hard eyelids, a result of long-term insomnia.

"Can we go to sleep now?" Lu Fang's tone was full of helplessness. Logically speaking, after being bothered like this time and time again, he should have given up and left long ago.

But when facing Su Nanqin, he felt like he had punched cotton, and he couldn't even muster the breath.

Su Nanqin was satisfied, her voice rising at the end: "Mm."

She looks a bit like a child for some reason; she looks better when she's obedient and well-behaved.

Lu Fang pulled him into his arms and tucked him into the blanket. Su Nanqin rubbed against him contentedly, like a kitten.

He pulled the person closer, patted their back, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

Su Nanqin really liked the scent on Lu Fang.

The faint sandalwood scent is mixed with a hint of tobacco; it's not particularly pleasant, but it gives you a sense of peace.