Scientific Travel

Wang Moyu threw off the covers and pulled Li Pingle off the bed to the floor. "It doesn't matter. If you don't divorce, you'll just have the title. It won't affect me at all."

Li Pingle clung tightly to Wang Moyu's leg, like a koala clinging to a tree. "Wherever you go, I'll follow. Shake me off? Don't even think about it!"

After making those harsh remarks, Li Pingle's mood suddenly plummeted again.

"I know you may never have liked me, but so what? You're still with me. So as long as I stay with you, sooner or later you'll truly accept me."

Wang Moyu sat on the ground, looking at Li Pingle who was clinging to her leg, her eyes filled with indifference. "So you think I'm only with you to find a father for Wang Xi?"

Li Pingle realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly shook his head, but his hands were still tightly holding Wang Moyu's legs.

"That's not what I meant. I know you'll take good care of her even without me. I just... I just feel... it seems like you don't love me... so you're not afraid of losing me..."

"So?" Wang Moyu neither admitted nor denied it; she was always so calm. "Since you regret it, isn't it perfect to divorce me?"

"I don't regret it!" Li Pingyue hurriedly denied, but then felt a wave of sadness wash over her. "I just can't feel your love for me... but loving you is my own business, and it won't change just because you don't love me."

"Why bother?" Wang Moyu grabbed Li Pingle's hair, forcing him to look at her. "You know, if you can't feel it, it means you don't love me. I chose you back then only because you were good-looking and obedient, but there are plenty of people like that. I want to find someone else now, understand?"

The stinging sensation on his scalp forced Li Pingle to perk up, but the voice in his ears urged him to run away.

Li Pingle's tears seemed endless, streaming down her face.

"I'm the most obedient one. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, so don't replace me. I can't live without you."

Snapped!

A crisp slap rang out on Li Pingle's face. The slap made his head buzz, and he even forgot to cry.

Wang Moyu saw that he had stopped crying before she spoke, "Are you awake now? No one in this world can't live without someone else. Stop saying those disgusting things to me. I just don't like you anymore. Don't make me hate you."

Strangely, even though his heart was already aching enough, Li Pingle felt his heart hurt even more when he heard those words.

His head was spinning, but her words always seemed to pierce through the fog and reach his mind clearly.

Li Pingle wanted to run away. A metallic taste rose in his throat. At least for now, he didn't want Wang Moyu to see him.

Before he could even take a step, he could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

His white clothes were stained red, and the scattered bloodstains looked like starlight, reflecting off his body.

"Hey, wake up." Wang Moyu kept patting Li Pingle's face, but he showed no signs of waking up.

Wang Moyu panicked. She took Li Pingle's pulse, which was erratic, clearly indicating that he was suffering from a sudden onset of anger.

Wang Moyu has a bad temper and is easily angered. Although she has improved in the last two years, she still keeps Sanqing Pills at home. She took one out and fed it to Li Pingle.

Li Pingle couldn't swallow any water. Wang Moyu pinched his face and forced him to open his mouth. Water filled his mouth, but none of it went down. Instead, the pill floated to the top.

This wouldn't do. Wang Moyu picked up the broken calligraphy brush and stuffed it into his mouth. The pressure of the brush forced Li Pingle to open his throat, and the pill was swallowed along with the water.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Li Pingle was choked awake. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes welling up with tears from the violent coughing, and blood, like rouge, stained his lips red.

Compared to his initial all-white suit, he now looks much more endearing.

Seeing that he was awake, Wang Moyu breathed a sigh of relief, her tone much softer than before. "Are you alright?"

"I cough... cough... I'm fine." He really choked, and kept coughing as he spoke.

Seeing that Wang Moyu wasn't so angry anymore, Li Pingle tugged at her sleeve and asked cautiously, "I really know I was wrong. Can you please not leave me? I'll change."

He was so focused on looking at Wang Moyu that he didn't even notice what he looked like.

The wide neckline slipped, and one shoulder peeked out from under her clothes due to the sudden movement. Red speckles dotted the white garment, like plum blossoms adorning her body. Her eyes were moist, as if she were speaking, and her red lips made her face appear even paler.

Wang Moyu kept her eyes straight ahead, focusing only on his eyes.

"......good"

.......

A half-broken brush is never as good as a full brush, so Li Pingle worked overtime overnight to glue the broken brush back together.

The two talked a lot that night, mostly Wang Moyu did the talking.

Li Pingle just kept crying and answering...