Chapter 90
What else do you want?
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There were footsteps outside. Yu Sihui returned, carrying a bag, her low heels clicking on the stone bricks with a muffled sound, only Lu Jiefei heard it. Yu Lian was about to hum when he raised his other hand, his thumb supporting his chin, his middle and index fingers probing inside.
Press down on the surface of your tongue.
It's quiet now.
The girl's eyelashes were half-dry, drooping at the corners of her eyes, and she was still looking at him blankly. At times like this, her reactions were exceptionally slow; she couldn't even decide whether to spit it out or bite it. So she pitifully held it in her mouth.
Both of her hands were soaking wet.
This can't go on. Lu Jiefei glanced at the mess around him: the ointment scattered on the table, the finger cots discarded in the trash can, and Yu Lian, who was still not fully relieved, on the sofa.
The path from the courtyard gate to the villa gate is very short, just a few steps.
Yu Sihui came in carrying a dessert shop packaging bag and saw Lu Jiefei kneeling by the coffee table, opening a trash bag. She kept her head down and remained as indifferent as ever.
She walked over to take it: "It's not all, I'll take it."
Yu Sihui only has one daughter, Yu Lian, and she has never let Yu Lian do any housework, believing that children shouldn't do things that adults can do. In her eyes, Lu Jiefei is also a child.
Lu Jiefei had already fastened the buttons and dodged her hand: "No need, Aunt Yu, you've just gotten back, go and rest for a while."
He turned and went out.
Yu Sihui watched his retreating figure and didn't try to take it anymore. She and Lu Zehui were in a relationship but not married. To Lu Jiefei, she wasn't even considered a stepmother. They had lived together for a year, but there was no closeness like that of family. There was always a distance between them.
Most of my conversations with her were about Yu Lian.
Like a biological older brother.
Yu Sihui had some doubts, but she couldn't tell anyone, so she went upstairs to Yu Lian's room and knocked on the door.
Yu Lian's voice was muffled: "I'm going to sleep."
"Dinner's almost ready. Get up and eat when you're awake." Yu Sihui pressed the doorknob, but it was locked from the inside. She could only knock again. "Did you hear me? Go outside for some fresh air. You'll become paralyzed if you stay indoors all the time."
How could Yu Lian get up?
Hanging there, neither up nor down, like waves, one after another surging forward, finally reaching the point where it's about to crash on the shore.
But the tide was forced to recede.
The most unbearable, the most painful feeling, was stretched and stretched out again. I felt incredibly empty and anxious, clutching my phone, wishing I could just order takeout right now.
She was completely absorbed by Pei Shaoyuan all day, and didn't have time to read some messages carefully. She dug out messages that she hadn't replied to for a long time to distract herself.
"The Development Path of a Small Country (Complete Product Number): [Image]"
"Finished Product Number: Small Country Development Road: Bidding Issued"
"The Development Path of a Small Country: Besides a big country, what else does Xiaolian want? Tell me, okay?"
Of course I want it.
Yu Lian was incredibly frustrated. She couldn't reach the target size, and she was still many days away from achieving it. She felt like the whole world was stopping her, and she could never get what she wanted. She kicked her legs in frustration on the bed, kicking the blankets off herself in anger.
He's still pretending to be innocent while typing.
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Why are you so nice to me quq"
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Do you like me?"
Yu Lian's ambiguous words always hovered on the edge, sometimes staying within the bounds and sometimes crossing them a little. It was like holding a handful of bait, carefully choosing the moment to throw a little more, then a little more, and so on.
They deliberately try to trap people in a situation where they're neither here nor there.
"Complete Product Number: The Development Path of a Small Country: I should be the one asking this question."
She ignored him for a day, but he replied quickly. He didn't question her about last night, nor did he ask where she had been staying for so long; he simply continued what she was saying.
It's good that you're sensible.
But she's too sensible.
Yu Lian is not good at dealing with this kind of thing.
She was more used to seeing men upset, angry, aggrieved, questioning, suspicious, and going crazy for her. It didn't matter if the dog barked or barked; she only needed to judge whether the leash was still in her hand by the intensity of their emotions.
But I don't want to be too despicable.
He was adept at flirting and never showed her the slightest sign of sadness. He only offered companionship, support, and concessions.
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Why?"
Typing... Stop.
Typing...
"The Development Path of a Small Country with Finished Products: It's What I'm Seeking"