Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

Luo Zhouran didn't know whether it was interesting or not, but he knew that he didn't care about it. He Yanlang didn't really like Lin Qinghuan, he was just playing with her.

Therefore, Luo Zhouran will not let go.

His face turned cold, and it was cold, not aggrieved.

Of course he knew that Lin Qinghuan and He Yanlang had developed to the point where they were open and honest with each other, and he felt so angry when he thought about it.

However, my father said that He Yanlang is not of the same class as us. In Luo Zhouran's eyes, his father is already powerful enough and has a certain reputation in the academic world, but compared to He Yanlang, he is still insignificant.

"Lin Qinghuan, I want to let go, but I can't. You're on my mind all the time. Whether I close my eyes or open them, while I'm eating, while I'm in class, and even when I'm drunk and my nerves are numb."

"I feel so sad when I can't see you. So sad... Tell me, how can I let go?"

She had also experienced this, and it was even worse than Luo Zhouran's.

After He Yanlang slept with her for the second time, he disappeared for a whole month. During that month, she was in a daze every day, whether she was opening her eyes or closing them, eating, or attending classes.

He completely cut off contact with her after having sex with her. There was no news from her and he disappeared for a whole month. It was a complete deception.

It can be said that once we have coaxed her into bed, we will lose contact.

And Luo Zhouran, at least he can still see Lin Qinghuan, at least she did not deceive his feelings.

"Time." Lin Qinghuan uttered these two words lightly, then she opened the bottle cap of the ointment, squeezed out a pea-sized amount of ointment, and applied it to Luo Zhouran's cheek.

Her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, just cool..." He looked at Lin Qinghuan, her small and delicate face, her fair skin, long black hair, and big eyes that always blinked innocently like a deer, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

She looks just like her, kind and generous.

Afraid that he might have some wrong ideas, Lin Qinghuan continued to speak bluntly, "I'm just applying medicine to you, don't have any improper thoughts."

"I understand. You don't have to keep emphasizing it." He accepted it calmly, then lowered his eyelashes and didn't dare to look at Lin Qinghuan. "Lin Qinghuan, I'm sorry about what happened last time. I was just bewildered for a moment, so I actually...actually...forced...on you."

His ears turned red, probably because he was sincerely apologizing.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Lin Qinghuan pressed hard on his cheek.

Luo Zhouran hissed in pain, "Love should be about respect, mutual choice, and willingness."

Lin Qinghuan's hand froze.

"What's wrong?" Luo Zhouran raised his eyes, "Did I say something wrong?"

She thought of He Yanlang, and her heart ached.

Love is respect, mutual choice, and willingness.

She liked He Yanlang, but he never respected her, nor did she choose him firmly. In most cases, she was not willing to do it, but was forced to endure it until she finally gave in.

Ah...

Time will heal all wounds, she still firmly believes in this sentence.

"Lin Qinghuan?" Luo Zhouran raised his eyes again and looked at him very seriously, "Do you like senior?"

He felt that he was a bit self-humiliating with this question. If he were a girl, he would also like the senior.

As expected, Lin Qinghuan nodded.

"So do you think the senior likes you? Even though you guys have already...already...already done that kind of thing."

"I don't like it. Like you said, I'm just having fun."

"So, Lin Qinghuan." Luo Zhouran grabbed Lin Qinghuan's hand and said sincerely, "This is why I have never let you go. I know you like the senior, but the senior can't give you a future. He will only hurt you. When he gets tired of playing with you, you will be abandoned. I don't want to see you get hurt.

If you really like me, I won't bother you anymore. I will let you go, Lin Qinghuan. I just hope you can be happy and happy forever."

There are stars in his eyes.

Lin Qinghuan's eyelashes also flickered, "Thank you, Zhou Ran."

"Lin Qinghuan, can you tell me what the current situation between you and your senior is?" In the teaching building, what he saw was He Yanlang pestering Lin Qinghuan, not what he imagined, that Lin Qinghuan took the initiative to pester He Yanlang.

Moreover, He Yanlang has an extremely strong possessiveness. As a man, he understands that kind of possessiveness. If something is his, he will not allow anyone to covet it.

Of course, possessiveness is not necessarily out of love, it may also be the evil nature of human beings.

He had this bad thought about Lin Qinghuan several times, with a possessive desire regardless of any consequences, without considering the other person's feelings or wishes, and everything was centered on himself.

Lin Qinghuan was stunned, confused as to what was going on. He bit his lips for a long time and couldn't utter a word.

Because, in this relationship between her and He Yanlang that died in the open, she had always been the only one to digest all the negative emotions, without any outlet for her to vent.

To be honest, she was almost dying.

But now, there is finally someone who seems willing to listen to her, to let her talk, and to let her vent.

"I enjoy being forced, and feel pain when he plays with me, but I hate myself for not being able to make him truly fall in love with me. Zhou Ran, in fact, I have always longed for him to love me."

Her little deer eyes were filled with tears, and when she mentioned the name He Yanlang, she couldn't help crying.

She hopes He Yanlang can love her.

Luo Zhouran's eyes dimmed and he just responded lightly, "Yeah."

He also hoped that Lin Qinghuan could love him.

"So do you plan to keep entangled with the senior like this?"

Lin Qinghuan burst into laughter, although it was still a bitter smile, "Do you take me for a fool? Of course I should get out of it as soon as possible. Girls' feelings become stronger with time, unlike you guys who become weaker as time goes by."

She was actually feeling very uncomfortable, not as open-minded and happy as she appeared to be. She was the type of person who was good at disguising herself, and she would only choose to heal all her wounds alone in the dead of night.

Luo Zhouran felt wronged and whispered, "Lin Qinghuan, I won't do that."

Lin Qinghuan pretended not to hear, "The ointment has been applied, let's go. I feel much better after talking to you so much, and I understand your thoughts. As expected, humans still need to open their mouths."

"Lin Qinghuan, don't you want to get out of this relationship with your senior? How about we pretend to be a couple? I'll help you get rid of him.

Don't worry, I know what you're thinking now. If you don't like me, I will put away my thoughts about you and just treat you as a friend and help a friend."