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

Su Nanqin said that was his childhood friend, but Lu Fang had a keen sense of whether a childhood friend would really look at his friend with such a burning gaze, full of intense admiration and undisguised desire.

The other person had known Su Nanqin for longer than he had, and was even more likely to be part of Su Nanqin's circle.

This is what Lu Fang is most unwilling to accept: he was not involved in Su Nanqin's life during those years.

As for Su Nanqin's future, will the other party leave him alone with his family?

Jealousy was driving Lu Fang crazy; he wanted to tie him up and hide him right now, but reason was forcing him to calm down.

The hand that was resting on Su Nanqin's slender back clenched into a fist, then suddenly relaxed and slumped down, giving Su Nanqin's back a pat in a conciliatory manner.

Lu Fang lowered his head and kissed the other's forehead, silently thinking: Nan Nan, don't leave me.

Only when I let go did I notice that the other person not only hadn't changed their clothes, but even the few strands of hair at their temples were wet.

To be precise, it was soaked with sweat, then dried, and the loose hairs stuck together.

Lu Fang lifted the other person's clothes and reached inside to explore the smooth back.

Sure enough, it was sticky; the sweat hadn't completely dried yet.

Lu Fang was almost certain that Su Nanqin had helped him back. He was a tall, imposing man, completely drunk, while Su Nanqin was small-framed; Lu Fang knew without a doubt how exhausting it must have been.

Looking at the person sleeping soundly on his chest, their body sticky and sticky, he felt clean and refreshed.

Lu Fang got up and picked him up, only then noticing a basin of water on the ground that hadn't been moved. It must have been Su Nanqin's water for wiping his body.

She didn't take it away; she must have been too tired and just fell asleep on him.

Holding the slightly petite person in his arms, he felt a pang of heartache and wished he could go back and slap his drunken self.

Lu Fang got up, intending to put the person in his arms back on the bed and fetch a basin of hot water to wipe them clean.

Lu Fang hadn't yet loosened his grip on Su Nanqin when Su Nanqin seemed to sense something and whimpered, "Mmm~ I want a hug... Lu Fang..."

Su Nanqin seemed to have gotten used to Lu Fang, used to everything about him, his scent, and his embrace.

Even when she's asleep, she can still instinctively rely on Lu Fang and get close to him.

Lu Fang looked down at the person in his arms. Because of his movement, the person's brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was afraid that the person would leave.

He reached out and pulled the person back into his arms, patting them like he was comforting a child, and the other person seemed to feel safe.

Her tense eyebrows gradually relaxed, and she finally nestled into his arms and fell asleep.

Looking at the other person's almost reflexive series of dependent actions, Lu Fang sometimes had a strange feeling.

There was a misconception that Su Nanqin could never live without him and needed him.

It wasn't until Ruan Chenzhou appeared, and Su Nanqin's words that night, and their tacit understanding and amiable conversation, that things changed.

This gave Lu Fang a huge sense of crisis.

That man seemed considerate, refined, and knew how to conduct himself; in some ways, he was even more composed than him.

Lu Fang filled a basin with hot water and used it to wash Su Nanqin.

Su Nanqin, however, seemed to be dreaming about something, his brows furrowing even more deeply, his long, slender, white fingers unconsciously tightening around the bathrobe draped over Lu Fang's body.

He crumpled the cotton bathrobe in half.

The back that had just been dried quickly became covered with a thin layer of sweat again, as if he was in great discomfort, and he would even let out muffled groans from time to time, as if he was trapped by something.

Lu Fang had experienced nightmares about Su Nanqin in the middle of the night before, but this time it seemed to be more severe than before.

He was a little worried, so he picked the person up again and called their name, "Nan Nan? Wake up... Nan Nan..."

Su Nanqin felt like he was falling, or rather, he was trapped in hell with no way out.

Abyss, bloodstains, and injections that pierce to the bone...

He looked up and around. It was pitch black, and he couldn't see any light. A familiar feeling washed over him.

A thin layer of sweat unconsciously spread across Su Nanqin's back, soaking his temples.

Time and space shifted, the door opened, and a group of ferocious and ugly people entered.

Su Nanqin tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't see them clearly at all. The only thing he could see was the faint white coats.

"It's been ten days already, pitch black. The little guy's pretty resilient. Give him ten more injections! Until he talks. No one can withstand the excruciating pain and hallucinogenic effects of this drug..."

In his dazed state, Su Nanqin heard someone talking.

The scene shifts to a corpse lying in a pool of blood... the flesh is so mangled that the face is no longer recognizable.

The man grabbed his chin, obscuring his face, but Su Nanqin could imagine the man's sinister expression. "Kid, take a good look. Don't recognize him? This is your favorite Uncle Ji. He's dead... dead because of your silence, hahaha... you killed him!"

You killed him!

You killed him! Su Nanqin! You're a scourge, how many more people will you kill!

Go away! Go away! I don't want to see you...

Countless voices screamed in his mind as Su Nanqin stumbled and fled in the darkness toward the corpse... fleeing... but he could not escape the boundless darkness...

He panicked, he was desperate, he was at a loss...

In the endless darkness, someone was calling him, "Nan Nan... Nan Nan..."

Empty and hazy, Su Nanqin shook his head violently, looking desperately at the endless abyss of darkness from which he could not escape, unable to distinguish between reality and dream.

Which one is the real him, and which one is the one living under the cloak of illusion?

Su Nanqin knew it was a dream, but no matter what she did, she couldn't escape it...

Lu Fang looked at the person covered in sweat. The person in his arms was clearly struggling with something, but it seemed like he couldn't wake up no matter what.

Cold sweat soaked her back, and her once beautiful eyebrows and eyes were now tense with pain.

"Nan Nan! Nan Nan!" In the past, he would only be startled awake, but today he couldn't wake up no matter what he did, and Lu Fang was starting to panic.

Su Nanqin kept running, kept running. He couldn't see anything in the endless darkness, but he could see the corpse lying in the pool of blood and feel the excruciating pain of a needle being pushed into his bones.

Finally collapsing, Su Nanqin cried her heart out, looking ahead in despair.

The ethereal voice continued its clamor, "Stop thinking about it, hahaha, you'll only get Lu Fang killed... He'll never forgive you, never!"

"Ah!" Su Nanqin cried out in despair, clutching her head, but her voice trailed off weakly, "No...no way..."

Tears slowly streamed down the person in his arms, landing gently in Lu Fang's palm.

The warmth covered his palm, and Lu Fang's heart trembled.

Why was she crying so sadly even though it was a dream? Just by looking at her beautiful tears, Lu Fang could feel the despair and sorrow in her dream.

He pulled her closer, pressing his forehead against hers. "Don't be afraid... Nan Nan, Lu Fang is here..."

"Ah! No! Lu Fang!" Su Nanqin screamed suddenly and opened her eyes.

Lu Fang was startled by his reaction, so he hugged him tighter and unconsciously patted his back.

Even her words were somewhat jumbled, she could only frantically try to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... I'm in Lu Fang..."

Su Nanqin seemed not to have recovered from the horror of the dream, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

He paused for a second, looking at Lu Fang who was embracing him, the real Lu Fang.

Warm, vivid, caring.

Su Nanqin seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, and suddenly hugged Lu Fang's neck, burying her face in his neck and crying loudly.

She sobbed uncontrollably, crying like a child, yet revealing a silent sorrow and terror that was not typical of a child, "Waaah... Lu Fang... you're still here..."

If Lu Fang observed carefully, he could also detect a trace of lingering fear from having something lost and then regained.

The person in his arms was soft, and his back, which had just been dried, was soaked with cold sweat again. Lu Fang was clearly frightened by the other person's reaction.

Then he softened, gently pressing the back of the other person's head and rubbing their head with his large hand, like comforting a child, "You're still here, Lu Fang is here... Don't be afraid, Nan Nan."

"I'm scared..." Su Nanqin's whole body was trembling violently, and her voice was unsteady, with a heavy nasal tone at the end, "I'm scared... Lu Fang..."

For more than ten years, Su Nanqin has kept everything buried deep in his heart, and no one is allowed to see a trace of it.

She had never said she was afraid. But tonight, Su Nanqin could no longer hold back.

Perhaps anticipating what would happen next, anxiety and fear enveloped Su Nanqin, causing symptoms that had not appeared for a long time to recur.

Su Nanqin trembled violently, and as if to prove something, she suddenly bit Lu Fang's collarbone.

The stinging pain made Lu Fang merely frown slightly, without uttering a sound.

Instead, he gently patted the other person's back, his originally somewhat heroic eyes now filled with tenderness and patience. "Don't be afraid, Lu Fang will protect Nan Nan."

"Hmm..." Su Nanqin stopped crying, her eyelashes trembling as she let out a heavy nasal sound and released Lu Fang.

The other person's slender legs drooped down naturally, and Lu Fang put his arm around his waist, looking down at him gently.

With a hand calloused from crying, Lu Fang gently brushed up the corner of the other's red eyes. "It's alright, don't cry anymore. Good Nan Nan."

Su Nanqin was still somewhat shaken, her eyes were dull, if it weren't for her exceptionally beautiful light purple eyes.

You almost feel like you're holding a soulless, overly elaborate wooden puppet.

Lu Fang was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had seen such an expression on Su Nanqin's face, but even a moment was enough to make him bewildered.

Su Nanqin moved his hand at his side, forcing himself to respond to Lu Fang's question.

Lu Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief when his unfocused pupils regained their focus.