After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

Although the Akashi family's property cannot be said to be cheap, it is still good value for money.

At least the furniture and furnishings in each house look very good and are absolutely new.

The young master of a wealthy family expressed his apology guiltily, "I'm really sorry that I can't have a candlelit chat with Teacher Liuli, but I will definitely visit you tomorrow morning."

Liuli's response to this was a slow but undeniable rejection, "Please don't come over so early."

"I never stay up late chatting with anyone, and, considering the current time, I won't get up until ten o'clock tomorrow."

"I have to get at least ten hours of sleep every day."

This lazy and relaxed view of time from the French is an incomprehensible and alien concept for the Japanese, especially for the young master of the Akashi family.

In this era of rampant involution, even the head of the Gojo family and the number one figure in the Metropolitan Police Department only sleep for about four hours.

The former's current sleep time is very likely to have increased.

But the latter's sleep time will likely continue to decrease.

The saying goes, "You don't have to go to get off work until you get off work, and you don't have to get up until you sleep." This is the lifestyle of the people on the island.

Even though Akashi Seijuro is still young, he follows the standard schedule determined by a nutritionist and maintains a fixed short period of efficient sleep every day.

Sleep in.

A word he had basically never heard of.

But this statement comes from Teacher Liuli, whom my mother loves very much.

My mother loved her books so much that she wanted to recommend them to everyone she saw.

There was even an act where within one year, the Chisha Society spent money to set up seventeen awards just to give money to Teacher Liuli.

Before he knew Teacher Ruri's age and gender, Akashi Seijuro was even secretly jealous of her because of his mother's obvious favoritism.

However, he quickly accepted this fact and became a fan of Teacher Liuli's books.

After all, my mother didn't have any hobbies. As the eldest daughter of an old Chinese family and the wife of a capitalist, she had always lived a boring and monotonous life like a vase ornament.

It's really nice to have something you love passionately.

As a child, Akashi Seijuro should undoubtedly support and encourage her, and have more common topics with her.

Thinking of this, Akashi showed an understanding expression.

As a writer, Mr. Liuli must of course get enough rest so that he can have more inspiration for his creations.

But it is different for them, the capitalists. Every second of sleep will slow down the expansion of their business empire.

The two cannot be compared, but they should be respected.

"Well, Mr. Liuli, you should have a good rest." Akashi Seijuro showed a considerate expression, "How about we have lunch together tomorrow at noon?"

"Do you prefer Japanese or Western cuisine? How about Totsuki's restaurant?"

Liuli, who couldn't wait to rest, nodded casually, "It's all good, everything is fine, you can arrange it."

After Akashi Seijuro left, Minamoto no Chijo began to clean the room and make the bed.

He worked very efficiently, with his hair tied in a high ponytail. He even found a white apron from somewhere with a few exquisite dinner plates painted in the center.

The warm yellow light in the bedroom shone on his fair face, inexplicably creating a beautiful and ambiguous atmosphere.

If I could use a specific word to describe her, it would probably be wife.

It would look good if I wore a nude apron.

Liuli sat on the chair, holding her chin with her hand, and commented on the scene in front of her with a bit of boredom.

Genji has been a little too silent tonight.

I don't know if she was frightened by the words on the plane that first gave her hope and then made her despair, or if she had some groundless speculation about the person she was looking for.

He is a young man with a sensitive mind, fragile nerves and a bit sentimental, which is completely different from his other personality, Fengjian Liuli.

"Teacher Liuli, the bed is made. Can I go run the bath water?"

A young man's gentle voice came to his ears, the tone was so polite that it was almost endearing, and the panic hidden deep in his heart could hardly be concealed.

"What are you afraid of?" Liuli asked directly.

She had already suffered the consequences of the lack of direct communication between the two parties and had paid a heavy enough price for it, so she was being particularly direct at this moment.

Yuan Zhinu trembled and inexplicably didn't dare to look at her.

He was afraid of so many things.

She was afraid of the disappearing General Wang, afraid of the brother she was about to meet, and also afraid of the teacher Liuli in front of her.

It's not that I'm afraid of her existence, but that I'm afraid of her non-existence.

Once in the small town in the mountains, Yuan Zhinu felt fear more than once, thinking that perhaps his reliable and brave brother did not actually exist.

Everything was just an illusion fabricated by the sensitive and fragile him to resist loneliness.

Then this fear came true, in another form that frightened him.

He is a fallen ghost, and his brother is the almighty emperor.

His brother killed him without mercy.

At this moment, he felt the same fear as before.

Perhaps this reliable and brave girl in front of me does not exist.

She was nothing more than an illusion he created in order to protect himself from the king's general and to find new support after losing his brother.

Soon, she would leave him behind, too, in some equally cruel way.

Yuan Zhinu's eyelashes trembled twice. He always acted like a child who had not grown up, longing to love someone wholeheartedly and fanatically.

But sadly, the people he loves often don't love her.

He didn't speak.

Liuli reached out and touched the back of his neck with her fingertips, which was wet.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

Liuli sighed in her heart.

Sometimes she even admires Lan Tang. How could the amnesiac Lan Tang have such abundant patience and love to pull her ashore when she was full of fear and calculation?

Just thinking about it makes me sad.

Liuli pinched the back of Genji's neck with her fingertips, then patted his back gently, as if comforting a beautiful, insecure stray cat.

A clingy cat is not annoying. On the contrary, it can attract the owner's attention and bring emotional comfort.

"Go to sleep first. We'll go find Uesugi Yue tomorrow."

"Biologically, he is your father."

Yuan Zhinu opened her eyes and looked at Liuli in fear, with more confusion and disbelief.

This news did not bring him much sense of security, but instead made his inner fear grow wildly.

Liuli didn't explain much, but just touched his back again, "You can sleep with me tonight."

She pointed to the large bed next to her and said in an unquestionable tone, "We each have half."

Yuan Zhinv became strangely calm.

Strangely enough, he might actually have some admiring qualities, and such an unquestionable tone would give him the illusion that he was needed.

"Ok."

He nodded slightly.

A good night's sleep.

The accident happened the next morning.

Liuli was still sleeping, so Yuan Zhinu got up early and planned to go to the supermarket downstairs from the apartment to buy some ingredients for breakfast.

When he changed his clothes and opened the door, he saw a group of fully armed policemen walking around. The one in the lead opened his eyes wide when he saw him.