Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Su Nanqin genuinely wanted to scheme against Lu Fang, but she also genuinely wanted someone to hold her while she slept because of insomnia; otherwise, she wouldn't have sought out so many "little lovers."

The sandalwood scent on Lu Fang was truly reassuring.

Lu Fang, a rough and tough guy, didn't understand his inner thoughts. He was just inexplicably annoyed by these repeated provocations and said with a dark face, "Are you sick? I won't get angry unless you bother me."

Su Nanqin was clearly not good at speaking softly, and at this moment she didn't care about Lu Fang's bad attitude: "I want you to stay with me, I can't sleep, I can't sleep for a long time."

She spoke pitifully, her eyes still a little red.

The statement was completely flat and the tone was completely uneventful.

Lu Fang almost thought his ears were broken. "What? Say it again?"

"You stay with me," Su Nanqin said, looking aggrieved.

"Say that again, or I'll fucking beat you up! Have you forgotten I haven't signed a contract yet? And who left me here?"

"You refused to sign the contract yourself."

……

Lu Fang felt this person was simply impossible to communicate with: "I'm fuming right now, fuming! Don't you even know that? You dare come over here and expect me to keep you company!"

Su Nanqin didn't speak, but stubbornly refused to leave. His eyes were even redder, and he forced himself to squeeze out a few tears, looking pitifully at Lu Fang.

Lu Fang looked at him: "Are you leaving or not? If you're not leaving, then I'm leaving!"

As he was about to leave, Su Nanqin grabbed his sleeve, feigning grievance: "Don't be angry."

Lu Fang looked at the hand that was grabbing his clothes. It was fair, slender, and had distinct knuckles, making it very different from the rough men like them.

Su Nanqin didn't let go: "Don't be angry, you can't leave this door anyway."

The other person's tone was calm and confident, like a cold, sinister demon.

"Then what should I do? Keep you company?" Lu Fang was almost laughing in exasperation.

Unexpectedly, the other party shamelessly replied, "Hmm."

Lu Fang looked at the other person's reddened eyes, his words were fierce but his body betrayed him as he walked forward: "Then why aren't you leaving?"

Su Nanqin loosened his clothes and walked to the next room. Lu Fang looked down and saw that his clothes were all crumpled. He didn't expect that the other person looked so gentle but was actually quite strong.

His clothes were bought at the wholesale market with Wei Chi last year. The edges were frayed and the fabric was rough, but they didn't wrinkle very easily.

That's how things are at wholesale markets. The advantage is that they're cheap, but the disadvantage is that the quality is terrible. However, they're very suitable for working-class people like them.

Su Nanqin lay down on her side of the bed as soon as she got in, and waited for Lu Fang to walk to the other side and lie down.

As usual, he moved closer to Lu Fang, who naturally understood what he meant: he wanted a hug.

Lu Fang pulled him into his arms in a rather rude manner, his expression showing his extreme displeasure.

Su Nanqin nestled in his arms, her breath tickling his neck, and he unconsciously tilted his head to the side.

The other person said, "Your clothes are so uncomfortable."

Lu Fang truly felt like he was losing his temper: "So delicate."

Su Nanqin fell silent.

After a long time, Lu Fang was almost asleep when Su Nanqin started to move around in his arms, which annoyed him. He scolded, "Are you going to sleep or not? What are you doing moving around like that!"

Su Nanqin moved again: "It itches."

"Where does it itch?" Lu Fang really felt that this was not a young master but a young lady, with a bad temper and a spoiled attitude.

"On my body." After saying that, he scratched himself. The two were so close that his wrist touched Lu Fang's abdomen, which sent a tingling sensation through him. He unconsciously stepped back.

After all that commotion, how could Lu Fang possibly fall asleep? He simply turned around and waited for the door to open.

Lu Fang was tall and strong, and Su Nanqin liked to snuggle up in his arms, so the other person ended up completely buried in the blanket.

He lifted the blanket to check on the situation. Su Nanqin was buried in his chest. He was fair-skinned and had delicate features, but the combination of his features gave him a cold look, making him seem distant.

At this moment, nestled in his arms and looking up at him, for some reason, Lu Fang felt a little sorry for her for a moment, which inexplicably made him want to protect her.

He pulled back the covers and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, it itches."

He took a closer look and discovered that the other person had some red rashes on their neck, which seemed to be spreading inside the silk pajamas.

Lu Fang couldn't quite figure out what was going on. He sat up with both hands and pulled Su Nanqin along, his tone still impolite but also a little urgent: "Get up!"

Su Nanqin did not resist and sat up as instructed.

Lu Fang had never encountered this situation before and was unsure if it was an allergic reaction. As soon as Su Nanqin sat up straight, he directly lifted up the other person's clothes.

Su Nanqin glanced at the other person's hand resting on the hem of their clothes, then looked up at them again, her gaze settling on their face.

Now they don't really care whether they're itchy or not.

Lu Fang looked and saw that he didn't have any on him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Nanqin has fair skin and abdominal muscles, but not the kind that are overly muscular; it's clear that he's the result of long-term training. He also has a very slim waist.

Lu Fang glanced at it once and then looked away.

He put his pajamas down, then opened his collar to make sure it was only the back of his neck before he felt relieved.

It wasn't that he was making a fuss; he had personally witnessed someone have an allergic reaction while working, and they almost lost their life.

Su Nanqin looked down at his movements, her Adam's apple bobbing.

"Are you allergic to anything?" Lu Fang asked again, still not at ease.

"I don't know, probably not."

Lu Fang got angry, "I don't know, I don't know! Believe me or not, I'll fucking beat you up!"

Su Nanqin remained calm, clearly unafraid, and simply looked at him pitifully: "Why do you always lose your temper?"

"Then tell me, what happened here?" Lu Fang pointed to his neck, where his once fair skin was now covered in red rashes, a shocking sight.

"Your clothes are itchy." Su Nanqin spoke as if he were a child who couldn't understand what he was saying, perhaps without even realizing what he had said.

Lu Fang understood, thinking to himself that this person was really delicate. It was probably because his clothes made the other person's skin uncomfortable, or it could be a local allergic reaction.

His pajamas are made of cotton and linen, and they're so rough that they're probably the cheap kind. They're not really suitable as pajamas, but they're cheap.

Lu Fang wore it for over a year, and now he looked at the other person again: "You don't believe me when I say you're delicate. Do you have a first-aid kit at home?"