I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

"What, does Master Hua intend to go pick him up personally?" Ling Xiao leaned back on the sofa, feeling a bit lazy. He leaned back for a while and then lay down, tucking his legs between Wu Xie's back and the sofa.

"What are you thinking about?" Jieyuhua scratched Lingxiao's chin like she was teasing a cat. "I was thinking that if we had taken the green-skinned train, we might have already left by now."

"What is Green Skin? Why are we setting off now?" Ling Xiao didn't take Wu Xie's words seriously, assuming it was just a nickname. He didn't expect that Xie Yuhua also knew about it, and seemed to understand it quite well. He was unhappy that he didn't understand what Xie Yuhua knew.

"Lingzi, haven't you ever ridden a green train? It's a train because the body is green, so it's called a green train. It can seat a lot of people. If you've never ridden one, I'll take you next time." Wu Xie volunteered as soon as he heard that Ling Xiao had never ridden a train.

“I’ve been on a train before, but I didn’t like it; there were too many people,” Ling Xiao refused.

"So what kind of transportation do you like, cars, airplanes, or boats? I remember you can drive a boat. Next time we'll go see the sea and I'll take you on a boat trip." Wu Xie wasn't angry because Ling Xiao rejected him; instead, he looked for more things that Ling Xiao was interested in.

"Okay." Ling Xiao nodded in response, yawned, and soon fell asleep again, leaving Wu Xie and Xie Yuhua to discuss Pan Zi's matter.

"Xiao Hua, Lingzi's condition is very strange. He's usually such an energetic person, but now he falls asleep all the time. Are you sure he's really okay?" When the two mentioned Ling Xiao, Wu Xie glanced at him and asked again with concern.

“I’m sure he’s not energetic. He’s just afraid to sleep. He used to be on edge, but now that he’s finally a little better, he has to wake up several times to check on me before he can close his eyes and go back to sleep. If I’m not there, he’s completely awake. Even if I hold him while we sleep at night, he still has to open his eyes to make sure it’s me before he’ll close them.” Xie Yuhua briefly explained Ling Xiao’s condition.

“It’s not that I deliberately cooked and caused you to end up in the hospital. I know my own limitations. I might be okay at business, but cooking… I just don’t want the kids to work so hard. Who wants to do this kind of work? Every time the smell of cooking oil blows up, I can’t wait to wash it clean, but if I don’t do it, the kids have to do it. At home, the kids have Chengyu and Fatty, but now it’s just the three of us.”

He's not without obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), in fact, his OCD is even more severe than mine. Yet, he still endures the filth and does things he doesn't want to do. He's only 20 years old, still in college, and he's suffered more than any of us.

I once asked him why he didn't try to find a nanny or a part-time worker, and he said it wasn't safe, and that doing it himself was at least more reassuring.

He doesn't trust the world at all, but he's willing to trust us. There's something about him that I could never learn in my lifetime. He can tolerate anything he doesn't like, including things he does like. You don't know, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and experienced it firsthand, I would never have imagined that someone could control their desires... to the way he does.

That's why I feel even more sorry for him..."

"Stop talking, why are you suddenly getting all sentimental? I don't blame you anymore, okay? I... Lingzi... you... At worst, I'll just skip a few of Lingzi's cooking meals, okay? If that's not enough, I'll help with the dishes, I really can't cook." Wu Xie's eyes were red, and she was blowing her nose with a tissue.

"Okay, the thermos you used yesterday by the kitchen sink hasn't been washed yet. Go wash it, it's filthy." Seeing that Wuxie was willing to wash the dishes, Xieyuhua immediately ordered, afraid that Wuxie would change his mind if she waited any longer.

Wu Xie stared at Xie Yuhua with his big, red eyes, not blinking. Surprised, he blinked hard, and after a long while, he said loudly, "Xie Yuhua, do you have a heart?! You even lied to your childhood friend?"

Jieyuhua felt wronged, saying that Wuxie had clearly offered to help with the dishes, so how could it now be said that he had lied to her?

Wu Xie grumbled and complained all the way to wash the dishes, but he still glanced back at Ling Xiao a few times before throwing the thermos into the sink and washing the thermos he had used.