Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Song Xulin snorted, "You're just pretending. You like him so much, but you don't feel anything. The only thing you're the most stubborn about is your words."

There was a hint of confusion in Chi Qinghe's eyes. Before he could organize his words, he uttered some very intriguing words.

"Why am I with him?"

Song Xulin's expression froze, and he thought he had misheard. He asked hesitantly, "Did you hit your head?"

"No."

Chi Qinghe's eyelids drooped, and his tone suddenly became a little more tired. "I'm just very strange."

"What's weird?"

"Did I have any masochistic tendencies in the past?"

Ignoring Song Xulin's surprised expression, he explained in a calm tone.

"Haven't you noticed? When we're together, either he or I get hurt. Hmm... From a metaphysical point of view, his and my magnetic fields are naturally incompatible. Being together will only drain each other's luck and bring suffering to each other."

After reading out this short paragraph, Song Xulin's mouth was so wide that an egg could almost fit in. Seeing that Chi Qinghe wanted to give more examples, he quickly stepped back.

"No, no, no, you must have hit your head. What's with all that metaphysics? I need to call a doctor for you."

Chi Qinghe frowned, "I didn't hit my head."

Song Xulin's face looked weak. He glanced at Gong Huasui who was not far away with a concealed look, then slowly moved back.

"Really?"

"I don't have to lie."

Chi Qinghe said seriously, "Gong Huasui is my type, and I don't deny my fascination with him, but this is all in the past."

He stared into Song Xulin's eyes.

"I know this is ridiculous. How could I wake up from sleep and no longer feel anything for someone I've liked and waited for for so long? But this is the truth."

His gaze moved downward, focusing on Song Xulin's heart.

"Yesterday afternoon, Gong Huasui called me a slut, a piece of trash. I was really upset, but now... it's all gone. I don't feel any heartache anymore. I can't find any other explanation except that I don't care."

Song Xulin pursed his lips and silently raised his hand to touch Chi Qinghe's forehead.

No fever.

Why are you talking nonsense?

He was still thinking about explaining to Gong Huasui that what he said yesterday was just a deliberate act for Ou Yi to see, but...

It seems to be useless.

Gong Hua is having a miserable year.

He acted so realistically.

Song Xulin knew that he shouldn't gloat over other people's misfortunes, but there was nothing he could do about it. He just liked to see Cookie get humiliated.

"So are you going to break up with him? He said you were going to propose to him."

"No." Chi Qinghe denied it without thinking.

Just when Song Xulin was wondering whether Chi Qinghe was deliberately playing a trick on him, Chi Qinghe spoke again.

"The Gong family has a solid foundation and is developing well. If I marry him, our two families will unite and share resources. I can bring the Chi family to a higher and better position sooner, and Old Chi can also relax a little."

"And from what I've observed, as long as I stay away from Gong Huasui, he won't be able to influence me. In other words, as long as we stay apart and reduce contact, the chances of getting hurt or kidnapped will be greatly reduced."

Chi Qinghe nodded, "To sum up, this is a deal that definitely has more advantages than disadvantages."

Song Xulindan clenched his fist, knocked it against his forehead again and again, and murmured, "I must be dreaming."

"Dreaming? Are my words so unrealistic?"

Chi Qinghe even reflected on it for a moment, but didn't think there was anything wrong. "Aren't business marriages common? They don't talk about feelings, they only talk about interests."

Song Xulin raised the corners of his lips and laughed dryly, "You'd better not tell Gong Huasui about this."

"Of course not. We still have to show affection on the surface."

Song Xulin looked at Gong Huasui again.

There's even a fan meeting?

It’s been so long and it’s not over yet!

Never mind, it’s better if it’s not over yet.

If Gong Huasui had come earlier and heard what Chi Qinghe said.

The sky is falling.

"Then remember to act like a good person. If you get caught, he'll get angry and it'll be hard for you to marry him."

Song Xulin shook his head and clicked his tongue twice.

Cookie, Cookie, I have helped you with so many things today. It would be unreasonable if you didn’t call me dad.

Gong Huasui finally finished and walked over, his eyes occasionally falling on the gauze on Chi Qinghe's body.

"Qinghe, does it still hurt..."

"It doesn't hurt." Chi Qinghe shook his head.

To keep the conversation short, he kindly added, "It's not your fault, and you don't have to apologize... and don't cry... it'll make me sad..."

Listening to Chi Qinghe's awkward consolation, Song Xulin was trying hard to hold back his laughter, his shoulders shaking. To avoid ruining his laughter, he quickly found an excuse to leave.

Gong Huasui instinctively felt uneasy and reached out to hold Chi Qinghe's hand, but he reflexively dodged.

Although Chi Qinghe reacted later and quickly shook his hand back, Gong Huasui's heart still trembled violently.

"Qinghe, are you..."

"no!"

Chi Qinghe's eyes were determined, "I like you very much, we will definitely get married."

Even after getting the answer he wanted, looking at his appearance reflected in those dark eyes, Gong Huansui's heart did not calm down as he had imagined. Instead, he became more and more panicked, and the grip he held on Chi Qinghe's hand became uncontrollably heavier.

Neither of them spoke, and the air fell into an eerie silence.

Chi Qinghe saw that Gong Huasui looked hurt and was still reflecting on himself.

I shouldn't have hidden just now...

Tsk.

Falling in love is so troublesome.

Can’t we just get married directly?

A rare hint of impatience appeared between Chi Qinghe's eyebrows.

Gong Huasui was always paying attention to Chi Qinghe. Seeing that his brows were getting deeper and deeper, he thought that he was using too much force and hurting the other person, so he quickly let go of his hand.

Chi Qinghe noticed his movements, withdrew his hand, twisted his fingertips uncomfortably, and glanced at the bedside table from time to time.

Gong Huasui followed his gaze.

Water cup?

"Are you thirsty?"

Chi Qinghe's gaze shifted from the disinfectant to Gong Huasui's fingers tightly gripping the water cup.

"I can't drink water yet, thank you."