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Death is a state of mind. You can want to die, but you can't actually die.
Lu Xing was in this state right now.
He stood behind Song Junzhu, silently watching her sweep all her hair to the front, revealing her slender back.
Song Junzhu was crazy.
Song Junzhu was really crazy!
Lu Xing had only casually called her a psycho before, but now he really felt that Song Junzhu was crazy!
Lu Xing subconsciously took two steps back, the whip in his hand like a hot potato.
Hitting a client during the contract period, what's the difference between that and hitting your boss during work hours?
After getting to know Song Junzhu for so long, Lu Xing never thought that Song Junzhu would be a masochist.
What on earth does she want!
Lu Xing himself was getting paid, so it didn't matter if he was beaten.
But forget about Song Junzhu paying for lectures, did she also want to pay to be beaten?
What kind of hobbies do these rich people have!
A lunatic–
Truly a lunatic!
Lu Xing stood there for a long time without speaking.
Finally, Song Junzhu waited for a long time, turned her head to look at him, and repeated seriously.
"I want you to hit me."
Lu Xing stared into Song Junzhu's eyes and shook his head slowly and seriously.
"This is not okay."
"Or if you really like it..." Lu Xing paused for a moment, "You wait a few days for me."
He would hang his head from the rafters and stab his thigh with an awl to learn their techniques.
Practice well how to hit so it doesn't hurt but is comfortable.
Right now, he didn't know anything.
He had no sense of proportion in his hands. What if he hurt Song Junzhu?
The first bolded and underlined rule in the Professional Simp's Client Code—Ensure the client's personal safety.
Song Junzhu stared at the reflective floor-to-ceiling window, saw the hesitant expression on Lu Xing's face behind her, and laughed coldly.
Even during the contract period, Lu Xing is unwilling to hit her.
Then when the contract ends, if she asks Lu Xing to hit her, Lu Xing will be even less willing to hit her, right?
Song Junzhu lowered her head and said in a low voice.
"I said hit me, so hit me."
She had already calculated how many times she had whipped Lu Xing.
If she lets Lu Xing return the favor, the two of them will be even, and that strong sense of unease she felt might disappear.
After they were even, she would no longer feel guilty.
Song Junzhu let out a light laugh, her lowered eyes concealing the madness within them.
She had money.
She had a lot of money.
Enough to sign a very, very long contract with Lu Xing. Ten years, twenty years, fifty years, even a hundred years.
She hit Lu Xing, and Lu Xing also hit her.
They were even.
She could then take Lu Xing to see the snow. Take Lu Xing to travel everywhere.
The two of them still have a long, long time.
Song Junzhu turned her head, looked at Lu Xing's silent face, and smiled.
Her exquisite and stunning features were like a demon that sucks human essence. Her full red lips slowly spat out two words.
"Hit me."
Perhaps from the fireworks at Haicheng Port...
She had already wanted to hold onto Lu Xing.
Thankfully, she had money.
Song Junzhu repeated it again. "This is my request. Hit me."
Lu Xing's brain was almost smoking from spinning so fast. For the first time in his career, he was unable to carry out a client's task.
Song Junzhu was beautiful.
Her thick, curly long hair was scattered on her shoulders. She turned slightly, her palm resting on the floor-to-ceiling window.
Now she said, hit her.
As a professional simp, one must learn one thing—
To peel back the surface of things and find the true heart.
Lu Xing walked closer to Song Junzhu with the whip in his hand.
As Song Junzhu closed her eyes, preparing to endure the pain...
With a light sound, the whip fell to the floor.
Followed by a warm embrace.
An embrace is a sedative with no side effects.
Lu Xing took Song Junzhu into his arms and whispered in her ear.
"Don't be afraid. I'm right here."
The expected pain did not arrive. Song Junzhu opened her eyes in astonishment, feeling the warmth from her back.
The words, spoken so close, were like an electric current, shooting through her limbs and bones.
Song Junzhu's mind went blank.
Quietly observing Song Junzhu's expression, Lu Xing let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
He had guessed right.
This psycho definitely didn't want to be beaten!
Just like children in elementary and middle school, who, in order to attract their parents' attention, might do things that are out of the ordinary.
There must be something weighing on her heart that she couldn't resolve, so she had resorted to this extreme method.
As a professional simp, carrying candy and tissues in one's pocket is just the icing on the cake.
Who can't be a yes-man?
Soothing the client's emotions, this is the essence of this profession!
Song Junzhu wanted him to hit her, so Lu Xing had to peel back the layers and find her motive.
Otherwise.
This so-called "providing emotional value" would be a joke!
Song Junzhu must be feeling uneasy. Although Lu Xing didn't know what she was uneasy about, comforting her was all that was needed!
Lu Xing tightened his arms, holding Song Junzhu tightly in his embrace.
A person like her is both crazy and insecure.
Sometimes, a firm embrace is more soothing to the emotions than a thousand words.
As expected.
"Mmm..."
Although Song Junzhu was leaning back in Lu Xing's arms, her body couldn't stop trembling.
Ever since she could remember, she had been a genius in everyone's eyes.
First, first, first.
Her entire life had been emphasized with these two words.
Compared to certificates and trophies, she wanted a firm embrace and a soft word of comfort more.
Why, just because she was smart, could she be treated as a mature adult, but they could pick up and hug her younger brother and sister?
Why did she have to be twenty-seven to get what she wanted at six?
Why did she only realize now who was the person she should truly care about?
Why?
Why did she have to realize this only after the damage was done?
'Unfortunately, when I came, it was not spring.'
Suppressed sobs sounded in the room.
Song Junzhu was crying.
Lu Xing didn't speak, just did his best to envelop her, giving her some sense of security.
White lightning streaked across the sky, and the storm beat against the glass window. Lu Xing stared at the dark night sky with a wistful look.
How could money be so easy to earn?
Twenty thousand yuan could get you a subordinate who is on call at any time, but just being obedient is not enough to do this job.
Just as Lu Xing had said before.
It's very likely that the client themselves doesn't know what they want.
Then, as a professional simp, one must find what the client truly wants in their heart.
Song Junzhu didn't need a whip.
She needed peace of mind.
Then give her peace of mind.
Get paid to do a job. This is all he should do.
Lu Xing's hands were clasped on Song Junzhu's waist. He gently patted the back of her hand and slowly hummed a little tune.
"The dark, dark sky hangs low, the bright, bright stars follow along.
The bugs are flying, the bugs are flying..."
Cry.
Tears are not a sign of weakness. Courage is being able to stand up with tears in your eyes.
Holding the emotionally collapsing Song Junzhu in his arms, Lu Xing's mind was clearer than ever before.
He suddenly thought of Wen Lingxiu's abnormality yesterday.
The story Wen Lingxiu had told at that time, was it really from a book, or was it from reading Lu Xing's autobiography?
He remembered that there was no book on Wen Lingxiu's desk at that time.
So...
Wen Lingxiu had still investigated him.
Then all of Wen Lingxiu's abnormalities yesterday were... pitying him.
Lu Xing smiled.
Then what about you, Professor Song?
Why are you sad? Did you investigate me too?
Are you pitying me too, or are you feeling guilty?
Song Junzhu stared blankly at Lu Xing's hands on her waist, Lu Xing's gentle, low tune by her ear.
A warm embrace enveloped her tightly. Her tears rolled down, dripping onto the back of Lu Xing's hand.
Counting back twenty-seven years, this was the most peaceful moment of her life.
Song Junzhu's wavering eyes were filled with a deep unwillingness.
'Unfortunately, when I came, it was not spring.'
It doesn't matter.
I am just going to force it then.
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