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

Then Su Nanqin slowly leaned closer to him, her hot breath burning his ear: "If you misbehave again, I'll lock you up until you learn your lesson."

Lu Fang's tone was too certain; it was a threat, deep and powerful.

Su Nanqin's eyelashes were trembling.

He suddenly had the illusion that Lu Fang could actually be even crazier than him.

Lu released the other person's chin, revealing that the area where he had pinched it was now completely red.

Lu Fang gently stroked it a few times with his fingers.

Su Nanqin sat upright in his arms, not daring to move.

It seemed like they were frightened.

"Did you remember?" Lu Fang traced the red mark where he had pinched the spot with his fingertip.

Su Nanqin's fair back was quickly soaked with cold sweat again.

Lu Fang's gaze was piercing.

His voice trembled: "I...I've remembered..."

Lu Fang released him with satisfaction.

He knew Su Nanqin was afraid, and he wanted to make him afraid.

It taught me a valuable lesson in one go.

He didn't expect Su Nanqin, who was so forgetful of his mistakes, to never repeat them. He just wanted the other party to have some restraint next time they acted recklessly.

He knew he had hurt the other person.

But rather than losing the person in his arms forever, he would rather the other person suffer a little pain.

Lu Fang raised his hand and gently pressed down on the other person's lower back, stopping him from getting up.

His voice was deep yet commanding: "Don't move, sweetie, let me rub it for you."

Su Nanqin didn't dare to move anymore, lying on Lu Fang's body with her eyelashes trembling slightly.

He really wanted to say that the more he rubbed it, the more it hurt.

His lips opened and closed slightly, but he didn't speak.

He liked Lu Fang treating him this way; he felt that Lu Fang was doing it for his own good.

Even so, he cherished it very much.

Lu Fang gently rubbed the bruises that had been bruised and purple from being hit, trying to reduce them.

Completely unaware that Su Nanqin, who was lying on his lap, was in so much pain that his face had turned pale, and his fine white teeth were clenched tightly and wouldn't loosen.

Her hands unconsciously gripped Lu Fang's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Lu Fang's beatings hurt too much.

Lu Fang was somewhat surprised to see that the other party's expression was not good.

In the past, Su Nanqin would always cling to him and act coquettishly for a long time.

She nuzzled his neck with the tip of her nose, like a kitten begging for mercy.

Su Nanqin wasn't like that today, so much so that Lu Fang instinctively forgot that the other person was afraid of pain.

Why don't you cry out if it hurts?

Lu Fang suddenly realized something, and looking at the person sitting obediently in his arms without making a fuss, he felt a little uneasy.

Finally, somewhat helplessly, she lowered her voice to a whisper, so soft it was almost as if she was afraid of startling the other person if she spoke too forcefully: "Did I hurt you?"

Su Nanqin was stunned for a moment. Was Lu Fang concerned about him?

He didn't dare to be too bold, and could only whisper, "A little..."

Her rosy lips parted and closed, her eyelashes drooped slightly, she looked incredibly well-behaved.

Seeing how cautiously the other person spoke, Lu Fang was suddenly filled with a complex mix of emotions.

It stung his heart, making him feel a bittersweet ache.

He didn't ask Su Nanqin, "Why didn't you say it hurt?"

Lu Fang seemed to understand somewhat; Su Nanqin was afraid that such a sentence structure would make him feel like he was blaming him.

Moreover, it was indeed his fault this time; he forgot.

Just because the other person isn't making a fuss, acting cute, or crying in pain doesn't mean you can forget about them.

Lu Fang gently wiped the fine sweat from his temples, her movements soft and her voice gentle: "It was my fault, I hurt you."

This is the second time.

Su Nanqin could hardly believe his ears.

Lu Fang, a man so unrestrained and flamboyant, said that he hadn't paid attention.

It's equivalent to an apology.

Su Nanqin's nose started to sting again.

Lu Fang is too good. He likes his fierceness, his unrestrainedness, and his flamboyance.

He wanted to possess her and wanted Lu Fang to only love him.

But would Lu Fang do that?

He suddenly didn't know what he was to Lu Fang anymore.

Would a normal person be this patient with their lover?

Anyway, he won't.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Su Nanqin wavered a little at what he had heard.

He was a little confused, so much so that he didn't react when Lu Fang picked him up, and subconsciously asked, "What are you doing?"

"Wash the kitten." Lu Fang didn't look at him, but a smile played on his lips. He walked briskly, carrying the kitten to the bathroom.

Washing the kitten...

Su Nanqin pondered these three words in his heart several times.

It's strange, but he doesn't seem to mind.

As long as Lu Fang likes it, he's willing to be a well-behaved and soft little cat.

She snuggles in Lu Fang's arms every day, acting cute and wanting his affection.

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When Lu Fang and the others arrived, Xiao Tuanzi had already woken up.

Su Nanqin was close to him.

The little guy's eyes widened as soon as he saw Su Nanqin.

Unfortunately, her injuries were severe, and all she could do was stare at Su Nanqin with her big, round eyes wide open.

Who can resist a tiny little dumpling?

Su Nanqin's gaze fell on the other person's body, which was wrapped in gauze.

Fortunately, he was only slapped on the face; his cheek was swollen and he had a cut on the corner of his mouth, but there were no serious injuries.

If it were like the one on my body, it would leave a scar.

"Handsome...handsome big brother..." the little dumpling called out to him in a soft, sweet voice.

Su Nanqin could tell that the little guy was actually very uneasy.

The little guy was very uneasy; the intense pain all over his body, coupled with the unfamiliar environment, only exacerbated his anxiety.

The little guy is very smart; even with his last breath, he knew to run towards Sunanqin this morning.

He liked this older brother and instinctively felt that the other person would save him.

"Hmm, does it still hurt?" Su Nanqin simply sat down on the edge of the bed next to the other person.

His eyes held a tenderness he himself was unaware of as he gently touched the little guy's mouth, where the blood had already congealed.

I feel a little dazed; he must have looked just like this many years ago.

It's a bit miserable.

No one loves the little dumpling, no one cares about the little dumpling, and no one asks him if he's in pain.

So the little dumpling won't say it hurts.

But the moment Su Nanqin's delicate and gentle fingers touched her, Xiao Tuanzi's voice choked up.

Then Su Nanqin heard the other person say in a sticky, whiny voice, "It hurts..."

People only reveal their vulnerability and cry out in pain in front of those who care about them.

Su Nanqin was no exception.

Especially since it's such a tiny little guy.

Su Nanqin heard that cry of pain, and his heart trembled, as if he saw himself again...

With tears welling up in his eyes, Su Nanqin silently bent down and gently scooped up the small bundle on the bed.

He held the other person in his arms, gently patted their back, and said in a tender, slightly choked voice, "Cry. Your brother is here."

Cry out all your grievances and resentment.