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Chapter 13 For My Unreasonable Fear

She wanted to say, "No."

But in the dream, she nodded vigorously and uttered the first word in this lifeless room: "Okay."

The man smiled softly and said softly, "I will help you achieve whatever you want."

Almost a secret promise.

Zheng Weiwei finally woke up, she sat up suddenly, and looked at the half-closed curtain.The sky is dark, it is already evening.

It has been so long to sleep.

She was in a panic, and subconsciously looked around, but she didn't see Lu Xicheng.

She could only try to calm herself down, and after a long time, she began to look at the surrounding furnishings.

This is a large and bright room, with dark gray as the main color and clean lines.The style of this room is actually quite different from that of Lu Xicheng.

Lu Xicheng is a gentleman of integrity, and he treats others like a spring breeze.But this room, with its cold, impersonal decoration, is elegant everywhere.

Zheng Weiwei had a splitting headache, she didn't know why, but suddenly felt that perhaps there was a discrepancy between Lu Xicheng and the image in her heart.She sat on the bed silently, thinking this way, secretly lost in thought.

The door was gently pushed open, Lu Xicheng stood at the door, holding a glazed blue bowl in his hand, his knuckles holding the bowl were well defined, slender and elegant, exactly the same as in the dream.
Zheng Qingqing's face turned slightly pale.She stepped back involuntarily, and didn't recover until she leaned against the head of the bed.What is she doing?
Lu Xicheng didn't seem to notice her little movements, he still had a warm and elegant smile on his face, he walked slowly in front of her, and sat beside her.

He stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon, and explained in a calm tone: "This is hangover soup, drink some, and your head won't hurt so much."

Zheng Weiwei lowered her head in shame for her unreasonable fear.

She tried to take the soup in his hand and said, "Thank you, I will do it myself."

"Hey, you don't have the strength now, what if you don't hold it steady and you spill it?" There is no reason for mistakes or omissions.

Zheng Qingqing has no way to refute, so he can only let him.

Lu Xicheng had an excellent appearance, handsome and gentle, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be painted with moist ink, indescribably deep and soft.Zheng looked at him lightly, only thinking that such a face could be put into a painting.

He slowly blew the soup in the cold spoon and handed it to her lips.

Zheng Qingqing drank from a spoon, looking up at him from time to time.

Neither of them spoke, each had their own thoughts, the atmosphere was extremely quiet, and a needle could be heard.

After a long time, Lu Xicheng put the empty bowl aside.

He looked at Zheng Weiwei, who was suddenly a little embarrassed, and smiled lightly: "Why are you so nervous?"

Zheng Qingqing blushed and said, "Do we really not have to live together tonight?"

"If you don't want to, you can sleep alone." He spoke slowly, as if to give her time to think: "Gently, as I said, I won't force you."

Zheng Qingqing grabbed the quilt with his fingers, and when he let go, it wrinkled.She seemed to have made up her mind, looked at him with foggy eyes, and asked without any confidence: "Lu Xicheng, can I really choose by myself?"

His eyes darkened a little, and then he smiled calmly: "Yes."

"Then I want to sleep alone." She said later, her voice became weaker and weaker, and she could hardly hear clearly.

(End of this chapter)