Six months ago, Song Junzhu fired a bullet, and now, it hit right between her eyebrows.

Lu Xing's counter-question was as natural as drinking water or eating a meal, yet it made Song Junzhu's heart ache with an unusual bitterness.

Her eyes suddenly stung, and the copy of Les Misérables in her hand fell to the floor without warning.

Is this some special kind of new game?

Lu Xing, still confused, squatted down, picked up the book from the floor, and placed it neatly on the table.

He couldn't figure out what this psycho Song Junzhu wanted to do, so he simply stood there in silence.

Song Junzhu suddenly realized what she had done.

Six months.

She had tortured this youth for a full six months!

But he hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, he even liked her.

Song Junzhu gritted her teeth, her eyes instantly turning red.

At that time, she hadn't been able to catch that damn Sun Ainan, but she was angry in her heart, so she had found a substitute like Lu Xing.

Lu Xing's only crime was that he bore some resemblance to Sun Ainan.

No.

Song Junzhu stared at Lu Xing's face. He is much more handsome than Sun Ainan!

That damn Sun Ainan can't compare to Lu Xing at all!

How could I have been so blind back then to think that these two looked alike?

Song Junzhu's eyes stung and swelled. Looking at Lu Xing standing there, submissive and obedient, her heart trembled uncontrollably.

Lu Xing was good.

Lu Xing would cook for her, would always smile and praise her for being amazing, had no temper, and would take good care of her.

Such a good person, yet she...

She had been hurting Lu Xing all this time.

In the face of all the harm she had brought, Lu Xing had no complaints and could still gently and silently confess his love.

'I love you, and it has nothing to do with you.'

This sentence suddenly appeared in Song Junzhu's mind, making her feel both bitter and ashamed.

She was a despicable person, yet Lu Xing had gilded her with his love!

Song Junzhu was plunged into a long period of self-blame.

Damn it!

I hate pretentious people the most!

Lu Xing shifted his legs slightly. He was going numb. This damn psycho wasn't talking, and he didn't dare to talk either!

You're comfortable sitting on the sofa, but I'm still fucking standing here!

Who can care about whether I live or die?

I really deserve this money. Who else but me could provide such attentive service?

Perhaps it was half a minute, perhaps it was five minutes.

Song Junzhu finally spoke, her voice a little hoarse.

"No more of this. From now on, no more of this."

Hmm?

Lu Xing was shocked.

Has Song Junzhu gone crazy? Why is she suddenly stopping?

Wait.

Thinking of the phone call Song Junzhu had made today, Lu Xing instantly understood.

She's about to go and confront her runaway fiancé, so of course, she's not in the mood to torture him?

What a good thing!

Joy filled Lu Xing's eyes. Who would like to be beaten?

Seeing Lu Xing immediately cheer up, Song Junzhu's heart felt even more bitter.

He gets happy so easily? He's happy when I serve him food, and he's also happy when I stop whipping him.

Lu Xing's heart is transparent and pure, yet I have been humiliating such a good person.

How old is he? Can he really fake all this?

It's all his true feelings, yet I have been trampling on them!

Lu Xing didn't know what kind of drama Song Junzhu was playing out in her mind. He was simply overjoyed to be spared a beating.

"Then, Professor Song, shall we each go to rest?"

Song Junzhu looked up at Lu Xing.

He loves me so much.

He's even concerned about my sleep schedule.

Anyway, I'm leaving Haicheng during the summer vacation. I might as well spend more time with him.

Even if it's just...

To give his secret crush a less dismal ending.

Song Junzhu looked up and inconspicuously wiped the corner of her eye, saying in a low, hoarse voice.

"It's still early. Watch a movie with me."

Huh?

Lu Xing's mind went numb.

He was all prepared to get a good night's sleep on a Saturday, but now he had to watch a movie?

Damn it!

What new torment has this damn psycho come up with!

"So, are we going out to the cinema now?" Lu Xing asked with a look of utter despair.

Song Junzhu looked at him with confusion.

"There's a screening room at home."

Lu Xing: ...

Thanks, I've been hurt again.

Wen Lingxiu's house has a gym, Song Junzhu's house has a screening room.

Good, good, good.

Hey rich brothers and sisters, do you mind if I join your club?

...

Screening Room

"What movie do you want to watch?"

Song Junzhu was selecting a film with the remote control.

Lu Xing sat obediently on the sofa. "Anything is fine. You can choose, Professor Song."

Song Junzhu was a little touched.

He loves me so much.

Is he trying to observe my movie preferences?

Song Junzhu thought for a moment and finally randomly selected a recently released movie with good ratings.

"Let's watch a movie to relax. Don't be too stressed about your studies."

Lu Xing nodded, glanced at the title of the film, and sighed.

He hated watching movies.

When a certain movie was released before, his clients, for some crazy reason, all wanted to see it.

It drove Lu Xing insane!

The characters on the screen were talking, and Lu Xing was so familiar with it he could finish their lines.

Pain.

Real pain!

Lu Xing sat properly on the sofa. Song Junzhu saw this and couldn't help but laugh.

She suddenly leaned over, startling Lu Xing.

Song Junzhu pressed his shoulder, pushing him back against the sofa backrest, and said with a teasing smile.

"Don't be nervous. Watching a movie is for comfort and relaxation."

He loves me so much.

Is he this nervous just being in the same room with me?

Lu Xing's mind went numb.

He really couldn't figure out this damn psycho Song Junzhu. How could he dare to relax!

Whatever.

If I have to watch, I'll watch.

Lu Xing relaxed his body and leaned back on the expensive sofa.

In the dim screening room, only the screen was lit.

The light shone on Lu Xing's face. 

He seemed to be watching the movie seriously, but his mind had long since wandered.

The presence of the person beside him was too hard to ignore.

The two of them sat on the same sofa. Song Junzhu looked at Lu Xing's face out of the corner of her eye.

In a daze.

She once again remembered the photo she had saved on her phone as if possessed by a ghost.

The youth's vigorous vitality was overwhelming. Compared to the silent Lu Xing now, it was a completely different feeling!

Such a young man, yet he loves me with all his heart.

Even though I've humiliated him like this.

Song Junzhu closed her eyes, guilt flowing within them.

Five minutes later.

Lu Xing and Song Junzhu both came back to their senses at the same time, their gazes instantly falling on the screen in front of them.

The protagonist had just said three sentences to a stranger, and the next second, the scene switched directly to the bed.

Hiss...

As expected of a Western movie.

So fast!

It was a major taboo for Lu Xing to look at other women in front of a client, so he immediately lowered his eyes. 

(TL: Smart

ED: Taking notes, taking notes…)

Song Junzhu was also a little embarrassed.

Accompanied by the awkward sounds from the movie, she secretly glanced at Lu Xing.

The youth's ears were slightly red, his eyes didn't dare to look directly at the screen, and he looked both shy and cute.

Song Junzhu giggled inwardly.

Lu Xing is a little more of a pure-love type than she had imagined.

The movie was unwatchable now. The two of them could only wash up and go to sleep.

A second before entering the bedroom, Song Junzhu suddenly said, "Um..."

Lu Xing immediately stopped and looked back at her.

He knew it!

This damn psycho wouldn't end his torment so easily!

Song Junzhu took a deep breath. She, who had never admitted fault before, spoke the following words with an awkward expression.

"I...Before..."

"I won't hit you anymore in the future."

That was it.

Just that?

Lu Xing thought she was about to make some grand speech.

Phew—

So it was just about this.

Lu Xing let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Professor Song. I understand."

Get paid to do a job. Nothing to feel wronged about.

"Also..."

An awkward expression appeared on Song Junzhu's ascetic and exquisite face.

"Also, thank you for taking care of me. I can't control myself when I'm drunk, and you've never let me get hurt."

Lu Xing accepted this thanks and showed a professional smile.

"It's okay, Professor Song."

"Cooking for you, bathing you, and even letting you whip me are all things I should do."

Having finally managed to say these soft words, Song Junzhu finally let out a sigh of relief.

Wait!

That's not right!

Song Junzhu suddenly looked up at him.

"What did you say?"

"Bathing you?"

"Didn't I wash myself?" 

...

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