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

Lu Fang had a rare sleepless night. He looked at the person in his arms, whose expression was cold and aloof, yet revealed a hint of dependence and vulnerability in the darkness.

He's been dealing with so much lately that his mind is a bit muddled, and he's not quite sure what's causing Su Nanqin's dependence on him.

On the one hand, he found Su Nanqin very strange. Not only his personality, but in every aspect, he was somewhat unpredictable, as if he were seen through a layer of fog.

He had a hidden worry. The things at the shop were still bothering him, and he even had a rare bout of insomnia.

The next day, I was woken up by Su Nanqin. When I opened my eyes, it was already broad daylight.

"What time is it?" He was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open.

Su Nanqin took a tie out of the cabinet: "Seven o'clock."

"Damn it, it's only seven o'clock, why are you shouting so loudly?" Lu Fang was a bit grumpy from being woken up, and his whole demeanor was cold.

Su Nanqin was no longer so unsure: "I wasn't very loud, the decibels were all within a reasonable range, you're just being too sensitive."

Lu Fang: "..."

If beating someone wasn't illegal, he would have punched the other person in the face right now.

He angrily pulled the blanket over his head to shut out the outside world.

Su Nanqin didn't disturb him. After tidying everything up, she said, "I'm going to work. You have to come tonight."

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Lu Fang abruptly threw off the covers and sat up, his consciousness gradually returning to normal.

Damn! Something feels off. What do you mean he went to work and has to come back tonight?

Hearing this, it actually sounds a bit like a husband giving instructions to his wife before leaving home.

He was a little absent-minded, but still decided to go to Brother Jiang's boxing gym today. Since he had decided to pay back the money, he couldn't delay.

Jiang Ge's boxing gym is considered one of the larger ones in the area. Although it's in this area, it's positioned as a high-end gym, and it usually attracts many upper-class people.

It grew bigger and bigger, and soon became the leading boxing gym in the city.

However, there are always things that everyone in the industry knows about behind the scenes.

The practice of fighting in underground boxing matches has become somewhat of an open secret.

Brother Jiang is a very loyal person. He said he would arrange it for him, and he actually did arrange two shows for him.

He fights in underground boxing, and according to the rules, he is allowed to wear a hood or mask to the ring, just to entertain people. The less people can see him, the more curious and excited the crowd becomes.

The two got along harmoniously for a few days. Even under Su Nanqin's urging, Lu Fang couldn't stand the annoyance and signed the contract.

But what they didn't see was that Su Nanqin looked at the contract, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes.

He enjoys the hunting process.

But gradually Su Nanqin noticed that Lu Fang was returning home later and later, often with injuries, and he would take a shower and go to sleep without saying much.

Su Nanqin asked him to hold her while she slept, but Lu Fang only half-asleep and perfunctorily agreed, looking extremely tired.

Su Nanqin has never been one to meddle in other people's business, but lately he has become increasingly dissatisfied with the "service attitude" and "quality" of the service provided.

One evening, Su Nanqin opened the door to find the living room dark. He assumed no one was there, but when he turned on the light, he discovered a person lying in the living room, covered in blood.

Even the composed Su Nanqin, though not frightened, was still subconsciously taken a step back by the shock of the scene.

Upon closer inspection, the injured person on the ground was actually Lu Fang!

He strode forward, squatted down, and checked his breathing. He was still breathing, which meant the injury was just more serious.

Su Nanqin looked at the person on the ground, kicked him, and found he wasn't dead.

He suddenly got angry again; the other person had been too disobedient lately.

He felt it was necessary to teach them a lesson.

Taking down Lu Fang was within his expectations; the game hadn't even started yet, and he had plenty of patience.

He disdainfully scooped the person up and placed them against the sofa, then called Wenqi over.

When Wenqi entered the room and saw the person covered in injuries, she didn't react at first, and then looked at Su Nanqin with a strange expression.

Finally, he hesitated and said, "I've been cleaning up your messes every day."

Wenqi turned on the device while grumbling and complaining.

Su Nanqin glanced at the person on the ground. Although his face was covered in injuries, he already looked fierce, and now he was even more arrogant and domineering.

Even lying there so quietly, you can feel the wild beauty of an adult male, even a bit arrogant.

The other person's Adam's apple rose and fell with the man's breathing, and drops of undried blood slid down his Adam's apple into the crook of his neck.

He couldn't help but wonder, how could he possibly win over someone so fierce and handsome?

Su Nanqin's throat felt dry. He swallowed and said, "It wasn't me."

But I think...

"What?" Wenqi was busy at the moment and couldn't pay attention to him.

"I didn't do it," Su Nanqin explained expressionlessly.

Her gaze, however, was fixed on Lu Fang, and she subtly curled her lips in the shadows, out of Wen Qi's sight.

It seems like he's been missing something all along.

Lu Fang was seriously injured, with multiple soft tissue contusions, some minor fractures, minor damage to internal organs, and bruises all over his body from the past few days.

Wenqi's advice was that if she didn't want to die, she should rest for a while and avoid any further injury.

In the end, Su Nanqin called his bodyguards to help carry the person back to the room.

All the washing, changing, and applying medicine failed to wake him up, but it exhausted Su Nanqin, who never lifts a finger in the kitchen.

He stared at the injured man on the bed with a dark expression, wondering what this man had been doing lately.

He took a shower with a dark expression, and even when he lay in bed, his face hadn't calmed down.

After turning over and over several times, she finally followed the scent, grabbed Lu Fang's arm, and tucked herself into his embrace.

These past few days, he's gotten a bit used to it; Lu Fang is wearing his plus-size silk pajamas.

Their breathing was close, and the other's chest heaved powerfully, making Su Nanqin feel a little hot.