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

irritable.

He Yanlang could hear the crying outside. He casually rinsed off the bubbles on his body, wiped himself roughly, wrapped himself in a bath towel, took a towel and put it on both sides of his shoulders and walked out.

He cries if he is touched, and he cries if he is not touched; he cries if he is coaxed, and he cries if he is not coaxed.

He was really at his wits' end.

He was obviously not very good at comforting people, and his voice was very stiff, with a slight frown on his face.

He didn't seem to be comforting her, but more like scolding her, "Don't cry, your husband is not dead yet, there is no need to mourn."

Lin Qinghuan wiped away her tears, trying her best to suppress her emotions, unable to see through the person in front of her.

He Yanlang climbed onto the bed, and Lin Qinghuan couldn't help but pull the thin quilt.

Guard against him?

He sighed helplessly, half-knelt in front of Lin Qinghuan, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Tell me, what do you want?"

The hands that were holding the thin blanket unconsciously tightened. The oppressive feeling from He Yanlang made Lin Qinghuan feel uncomfortable and confused.

After a long while, she asked, "What do you want from me?"

He answered quickly, "Love me."

Lin Qinghuan was stunned. The word "love" coming out of the mouth of the person in front of him sounded strange and ethereal.

"Ok?"

He seemed impatient to wait for Lin Qinghuan to ponder the word, and forced her to give an answer quickly.

Hesitation is just a calculation of weighing the pros and cons, which is not sincere enough. He wants Lin Qinghuan to love him without reservation.

"it is good!"

Lin Qinghuan answered.

The two looked into each other's eyes, neither avoiding the other's gaze, while they were naked and entangled.

Why? He Yanlang always felt a sense of desolation.

His hand stroked Lin Qinghuan's head again.

Her "goodness" does not come from the heart, but is more like a little animal obeying the orders of its owner.

Loving him seemed like just a task that Lin Qinghuan had received.

"Too hypocritical." He pointed it out mercilessly and laughed at himself.

It seemed that they had reached a dead end. No matter how hard he tried to break the impasse, Lin Qinghuan was always on a different wavelength from him.

He wanted to solve the problem, but she kept avoiding it.

"I want you to love me with all your heart and soul."

Ah...

Lin Qinghuan forced a smile, with an endless sadness in her tone.

Perhaps her only value to He Yanlang is this body.

"You just like the feeling of doing it with me."

Apart from that matter, there will be no more intersection.

For that matter, any means are acceptable.

If you can't do that, you will get angry and embarrassed.

"You still think so?" He Yanlang narrowed his eyes and saw that Lin Qinghuan did not respond for a long time, "Then think so."

He's already explained it once.

Lin Qinghuan didn't listen.

That was her problem.

irritable.

He distanced himself from the two of them, got off the bed, and said coldly, "Come down and blow dry my hair."

Lin Qinghuan picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on slowly, and went into the dressing room next door.

He Yanlang was dissatisfied with her slowness and complained, "My hair was already dry by the time you came in."

He turned on the hair dryer and handed it to Lin Qinghuan.

Lin Qinghuan took it and started blowing it for He Yanlang.

He Yanlang observed Lin Qinghuan through the mirror calmly.

She has a mild temper, always speaks softly to others, and does things gently. Although there are still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes, she blows his hair seriously and meticulously.

Just staring at her, He Yanlang's heart softened.

I wish you would always be this good.

Realizing that the man was looking at her through the mirror, Lin Qinghuan was distracted for a moment, but immediately pretended to be calm and continued to do his hair.

Although it's annoying, this face is really beautiful.

"Why are you blushing?" he asked.

I still blush every time I look at him or am stared at by him countless times.

This is a damn physiological reaction.

"I'm a bit shy." She answered nonchalantly, then turned off the hair dryer and placed it on the table. "I'm done."

He Yanlang turned the chair around and reached out to pull Lin Qinghuan onto his lap.

Her blush deepened.

It makes you blush and your heart beats fast when you touch it.

so cute.

He Yanlang couldn't help but kiss her. When his love reached its peak, his heart couldn't help but soften. He couldn't help but explain, "Huanhuan, I love you so much that I wish I could melt you into my body."

"Only when I'm with you, when I'm with you, do I feel alive, at peace, and happy."

Are you moved? Lin Qinghuan didn't seem to be.

"Then can I go see Luo Zhouran for the last time?"

Lin Qinghuan hit He Yanlang on the head again. His mood, which had finally improved a little, was instantly destroyed by her pouring a bucket of cold water on him.

He maintained his surface calmness, with a smile on his face, his lips moving against her face, and his tone was very gentle, but there was a knife hidden in it, "Do you have to go?"

"One last time." Lin Qinghuan explained carefully. She was still afraid of making him unhappy and causing trouble, so she spoke more tactfully, "Is that okay?"

He Yanlang smiled at Lin Qinghuan's sudden politeness and pleading, "You are really adaptable."

He would endure when he should endure, be stubborn when he should be stubborn, and scold when he should scold. Everything depended on whether she needed anything from him.

"Choose one between taking a leave of absence or meeting Luo Zhouran."

Taking a leave of absence from school means wanting to escape from him, and meeting Luo Zhouran means that they still have feelings for each other.

Both choices would lead to death, and He Yanlang would not be happy no matter which one he chose. But only Lin Qinghuan would be so foolish as to choose, believing that He Yanlang was giving her a choice.

"Meet Luo Zhouran."

It's really not an unexpected answer.

"Okay!" He Yanlang smiled, "There is one additional condition. If you move out of the dormitory, I will find you a new house to live in."

He wanted to keep her in captivity.

"can."

The answer was so straightforward and tricky. He Yanlang looked at Lin Qinghuan with an absolutely oppressive gaze, trying to find some flaws on the girl's face.

People who tell lies always feel guilty to some extent.

He Yanlang's gaze was indeed too scorching and oppressive. Even Lin Shen and Lu Yi, who were several years older than him, couldn't stand it, let alone Lin Qinghuan, a little girl who was still being raised on the university campus.

On the surface, he is a college student, but in fact he has been working hard in society for a long time, flying around and traveling all over the world to discuss business cooperation.

Feeling guilty.

He Yanlang lifted her chin, half tenderly and half threateningly, "Huanhuan, don't play tricks. My bottom line is that you don't hide from me. Everything can be discussed."

"If you don't play by my rules, then I'll play by my rules."

Be it coercion or hatred.

The bottom line is that Lin Qinghuan is not allowed to leave.

Lin Qinghuan felt a chill on her back, and it took her a while to digest what He Yanlang said, "I don't dare."

"It's best not to dare, dear."

A kiss fell.

"Continue what you just did?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Lin Qinghuan rested his hands on his chest, frowning.

Scared.

"Don't want to?" He couldn't laugh. He just made a suggestion and Lin Qinghuan's face turned ugly.

He held her waist, and they moved closer, and both of her cold hands fell on his chest.

Lin Qinghuan became scared again.

He Yanlang frowned, "What's going on?"

It started shaking before I even touched it.

"I'm scared. Last time... that time... it always creeps into my head unconsciously, and it hurts."

Has it become a psychological shadow?

"I'll arrange for you to see a psychiatrist."

“No!” Lin Qinghuan refused immediately. How could she tell others about such a thing? “It will…it will be fine…it will be fine slowly.”

"How long?" He didn't have the patience to wait for her to recover. "If you're not well for one day, I won't touch you for one day. If you're not well for one month, I can endure it. But what about one year, three years, ten years?"

"A few days... five..." Lin Qinghuan glanced at He Yanlang, his face looked very ugly. He probably didn't want to endure it for five days, "Two days."

"Okay, if it still doesn't work after two days, go get treatment."

"Ah."

"Good boy~ mua~"

If you can’t touch, then kiss more.