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

Su Nanqin was a little scared, but the room was warm.

The sound of Lu Fang frowning and cursing beside him, mixed with the sound of rain, actually made him feel very safe, except for the fact that he was very fierce and aggrieved.

He actually wanted to hear the other person scold him; at least Lu Fang wouldn't yell at someone insignificant.

Satisfied, Su Nanqin burrowed deeper into the blankets, letting herself sink completely into the soft bed.

Lu Fang was even angrier at his nonchalant attitude; someone like Su Nanqin couldn't take any more harassment.

She couldn't help but nag like a mother hen, "If there's a next time, don't drive."

Upon hearing this, both of them were stunned for a moment. Lu Fang's possessiveness completely forgot that the two had already "broken up" and completely treated Su Nanqin as one of his own.

However, once he said this, Lu Fang decided to go all the way and simply not let the person leave.

He let go of the young wife who came to his door; where was he going to find her?

The cold medicine was handed to Su Nanqin, who frowned reflexively.

I don't want to drink.

Seeing Lu Fang's dark face, she obediently took the medicine and drank it, then squinted her eyes bitterly after finishing it.

Lu Fang saw that the other person was squinting like a cat.

The anger that had been building up all night finally dissipated a bit, but his face was still a little tense.

Su Nanqin sat on the edge of the bed, watching longingly as the other person walked into the bathroom and took out his wet and dirty suit jacket.

Lu lowered his chin, his expression tense. "You really don't have anything to say to me?"

Su Nanqin's pupils contracted slightly, and for a moment he thought the other party had figured something out.

If Su Nanqin looked as disheveled as a stray cat at this moment, then Lu Fang was like a leopard eyeing its prey, looking down from above with an air of oppression.

"I..." Su Nanqin's throat was dry. For a moment, he wanted to blurt it out, but he really didn't know where to start.

There was so much to suppress that Su Nanqin couldn't even remember what she had hidden from the other person, or where to begin.

Lu Fang took a half step closer, looking down at him, at this disheveled, pitiful, and infuriating person.

Feeling suppressed as well, Su Nanqin instinctively wanted to escape, to avoid the other person's almost tangible gaze, and to cling to him in a sticky, lingering way.

This is a common trick cats use, trying to beg for mercy by appearing pitiful.

Lu Fang showed no mercy, taking a half step back to prevent him from embracing her. She grabbed his chin and said fiercely, "Do you know what I want to do right now?"

As he spoke, under Su Nanqin's direct gaze, he picked up the wet suit jacket.

With a flick of his fingertip, a miniature listening device slid steadily into his palm.

Su Nanqin's eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with disbelief, and his tone was tinged with excitement, "You investigated me?!"

"Yes! I investigated you! If I hadn't investigated you, would you have told me?!" Lu Fang was clearly very angry, and even the hand holding the object was trembling slightly.

His pent-up anger finally found its outlet at this moment, and he roared, "Ah! Su Nanqin?! What do you take me for?!"

With a loud "thud," Lu Fang threw the report onto the cabinet next to Su Nanqin's bed. The force of the blow made Su Nanqin involuntarily flinch at the loud noise.

It was a conditioned reflex, but Lu Fang saw it all. His words pierced their hearts: "PTSD, severe anxiety, severe insomnia, neurasthenia, mild schizophrenia tendencies—I won't investigate. Are you planning to tell me? Ah! Su Nanqin!"

What no one noticed was the complete absence of stupor symptoms.

Lu Fang spoke each word slowly and deliberately, almost shouting.

Why, why, even after all this, does Su Nanqin still intend to keep it from him?

Su Nanqin sat on the bed in front of him, listening as Lu Fang spoke slowly and deliberately about the symptoms he had never dared to face or admit.

He had been deceiving himself for so long, but suddenly, in this wretched and miserable scene, Lu Fang ruthlessly tore open his wounds and stirred up his pain.

A tingling sensation spread from his limbs to his entire body, and Su Nanqin shouted uncontrollably, "No! That's not true! I didn't! You're lying!"

The delicate person wrapped in a blanket by the bed suddenly became extremely distraught, as if something in his world was slowly collapsing.

Su Nanqin was trembling all over, and his face turned extremely pale in an instant. He even curled up his legs and wrapped his whole body around his knees.

Her voice trembled, her vision blurred, and she murmured, "I didn't... I really didn't..."

Lu Fang looked at the person in front of him, who was curled up, defensive, afraid, and uneasy, like a frightened stray cat with nothing to rely on.

I can only curl up in that small corner of my world and seek solace there.

Su Nanqin has always been like this, afraid that others will know about his imperfections, and even more afraid that Lu Fang will find out.

It felt like a knife had been plunged into his heart, brutally ripping out his blood.

"I didn't... those are all fake... don't listen to their nonsense..." Su Nanqin curled up, muttering uncontrollably.

Don't leave me... Don't leave me because of these things...

Su Nanqin didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Lu Fang understood Su Nanqin's unease and fear.

For a long time, he thought that Lu Fang would know these things and, like his father, would never look at him properly because of his imperfections.

She might abandon him like his mother did, because he was a burden.

It felt like only a few seconds had passed, yet it also felt like centuries.

A section of the headboard had sunk, and Su Nanqin's instinct to fear being disliked and abandoned made him instinctively shrink back.

But she didn't dare to look up at Lu Fang's eyes.

Lu Fang suppressed his emotions, feeling a mix of heartache, anger, regret, and other complex feelings.

However, he could never blame Su Nanqin, or blame this timid and cowardly person for not daring to face him directly, or even for not daring to tell him.

Su Nanqin was trembling all over. After a long while, as the headboard collapsed, a large hand touched the back of his neck.

With a gentle touch, it was gently, very gently, stroked a few times.

She was tightly embraced by a large, crowded embrace, her trembling, helpless body nestled close.

Lu Fangchen's magnetic voice came from above.

"Don't be afraid... It's alright, it's alright, Nan Nan. It's not your fault, it's not your fault. Be good."

The man, his scent reeking of nicotine, enveloped the trembling, helpless person in his arms completely.

Su Nanqin's eyelashes trembled, and she gently raised her eyes to look at him.

Lu Fang knew that Su Nanqin was clear-headed; he was just unwilling to face himself.

Overwhelmed by complex emotions, Lu Fang suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth, "I really should give you a good kiss right now."

Su Nanqin's eyelashes trembled, feeling somewhat intimidated by Lu Fang's oppressive gaze.

She lowered her eyes, her voice trembling, "I was wrong..."

He choked up and sobbed.

Su Nanqin had apologized to Lu Fang countless times, but never once did it come from the bottom of his heart with endless regret and grievance.

Lu Fang lowered his head and kissed the poor person in his arms through the hair, inch by inch, the temples, the beautiful eyebrows and eyes, the red corners of the eyes, the delicate nose.

The damp heat slid down, and Su Nanqin raised her hand to gently rub Lu Fang's head. "I know, I know Lu Fang... I know everything..."

As dawn broke, Su Nanqin squinted slightly.

She sank into the snow-white bed, enveloped in a soft down comforter.

"Lu Fang..." Su Nanqin subconsciously touched the spot next to him.

The temperature was still there, but there was no one around.

Forcibly suppressing the sense of emptiness in his heart, Su Nanqin endured the pain and got up amidst a series of jingling bells.

I lifted the covers and sure enough!

Su Nanqin felt a throbbing sensation in his temple.

Considering that he had kept such a big secret from the other party, and that Lu Fang was still angry, he felt wronged but dared not hold a grudge.

There was a note and a key on the bedside table.

Lu Fang said: There's hot porridge and your favorite breakfast downstairs. The chain and key are on the table. Do you like the anklet I gave you? If you do, wear it carefully. Don't worry about losing it. It's custom-made, and no one but me can open it.

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