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As if bewitched by Yan Qi's voice, Liang Yu walked over step by step.

She walked over to Yan Qi and stood with him in front of the easel.

A faint, damp woody scent filled the air, enveloping Liang Yu completely.

Her heart was pounding faster than usual, and she even had to breathe carefully.

Yan Qi glanced at Liang Yu's right hand, which was hanging by his side.

He handed Liang Yu the pencil he was holding and spoke softly:

"sit."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

Liang Yu looked at the pencil that Yan Qi handed him, his fingertips trembling slightly.

She hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take it.

The warmth of the pencil seeped through my fingertips and gradually spread into my entire palm.

Liang Yu sat down on the low stool in front of the easel. As soon as he settled down, a faint woody scent wafted from behind him.

Yan Qi stood behind her.

Yan Qi's body was very close to her, so close that she could feel his breath brushing against her earlobe, carrying a slightly cool temperature.

Liang Yu's heartbeat instantly lost its rhythm, and he became inexplicably flustered.

Her hand holding the pencil was stiff, yet it began to tremble uncontrollably.

Liang Yu sat stiffly on the low stool, feeling completely lost, when Yan Qi silently and without warning reached out and gently grasped her wrist.

Yan Qi's palm was slightly cool as it covered her wrist. The pressure was light, yet it carried a control that was impossible to break free from.

Liang Yu's muscles tensed and stiffened instantly.

Yan Qi's voice rang in her ears:

"Draw along with me."

His deep voice had a seductive huskiness to it.

Yan Qi's fingers were long with distinct knuckles, and the thin calluses on his palms brushed against Liang Yu's skin, giving a tingling sensation.

The sensation traveled down my wrist, along my arm, and all the way to my heart.

Liang Yu's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

Yan Qi gently lifted Liang Yu's wrist.

The pencil tip fell onto the drawing paper, making a rustling sound.

Yan Qi's movements were slow and steady, guiding Liang Yu's trembling, disordered hands as they moved little by little across the drawing paper.

Liang Yu's gaze fell directly on the tip of the pencil.

She could feel the warmth of Yan Qi's palm, the strength of his wrist, and his breath brushing against her ear.

Liang Yu's mind went blank, with only the scratching sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper and the faint, damp woody scent emanating from Yan Qi.

The lingering fragrance in the air spread like vines, making it hard to breathe.

Sunlight streamed onto the drawing paper and onto their clasped hands.

Yan Qi's hands were large, enveloping Liang Yu's entire wrist.

Liang Yu's wrist was slender and fair, gently held in Yan Qi's palm, with a touch of clumsy softness.

Liang Yu's heart began to pound wildly and erratically.

She could feel her neck and cheeks getting hot little by little.

She dared not look up, dared not look into Yan Qi's eyes, and could only stare intently at the folds on the drawing paper, at her trembling hands, which moved slowly under Yan Qi's control.

Liang Yu didn't know what she was drawing; all she knew was that the pen tip felt smooth as it glided across the paper.

Yan Qi's palm was cool, yet it felt soft and comforting against her wrist.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Qi's movements gradually came to a stop.

He held Liang Yu's wrist tightly.

The pen tip landed on the drawing paper, leaving a long, messy fold line that ran the entire length of the paper.

Yan Qi's low, husky voice rang in Liang Yu's ears:

"Look, what does it look like?"

Liang Yu's breathing became rapid, and his heart felt like it was pounding with a small, wild animal.

She briefly lost the ability to think, only instinctively murmuring softly:

"Like, like..."

Yan Qi squeezed Liang Yu's wrist even more gently, the force of which was extremely soft, like a soothing gesture or a silent teasing.

His deep voice fell close to Liang Yu's ear, husky with a hint of nonchalance, as ambiguous as velvet soaked in warm water:

"Doesn't it sound like my heartbeat just now?"

The scent swept across Liang Yu's earlobe, mixed with the damp woody fragrance, like a feather gently brushing against the tip of Liang Yu's heart, an itch spreading throughout his body along his veins.

In an instant, Liang Yu felt most of his strength dissipate.

The grip on his wrist suddenly loosened, and Yan Qi's hand silently left.

Just before leaving, he lightly stroked Liang Yu's skin, a fleeting touch with a slightly rough feel from his knuckles.

This made Liang Yu's heart beat even faster.

When Yan Qi spoke again, his voice was no longer the ambiguous hoarseness from before, but had returned to its usual cold and deep tone:

"From now on, don't grip the paintbrush with your fingers; use your wrist to draw."

Liang Yu was stunned for a moment before he could barely pull himself out of the lingering feeling of their flirtation.

When she looked up, she happened to see Yan Qi looking down at the painting.

His expression was calm and focused, as if the person who had whispered in her ear, "Doesn't it sound like my heartbeat just now?" was just her imagination.

The cicadas outside the window were still chirping.

The scent of orange juice and delicate floral fragrance mingled with Yan Qi's unique, damp woody aroma, creating a harmonious blend that flowed slowly through the living room.

Liang Yu's gaze returned to the drawing paper, looking at the zigzag line that Yan Qi had drawn while holding his wrist.

That zigzag, chaotic line that ran across the paper really did resemble her heart, the electrocardiogram that had been pounding wildly in her chest.

Liang Yu heard Yan Qi's ambiguous whisper again, "Doesn't it sound like my heartbeat just now?"

The slight coolness of Yan Qi's hand seemed to linger on Liang Yu's wrist, and the warmth in his heart lingered.

Her heartbeat was even more erratic than when Yan Qi had held it.

Liang Yu took a deep breath, trying to suppress the chaotic beating of his heart.

She remained silent for a while, and when she spoke, her voice was slightly hoarse, without her even realizing it, but she tried her best to keep it steady:

"Okay, thank you, Yan Qi, I've got it."

Lin Xiao's shout rang out at that moment:

"Hey you two in the living room, come out here, the oysters are ready!"

As if saved, Liang Yu followed Lin Xiao's words and said to Yan Qi:

"Let's go out and get some oysters."

After saying that, he ran into the yard without looking back.

Lin Xiao played an irreplaceable role in warming up the atmosphere at this small gathering.

After she organized a few games, the atmosphere among everyone became much more lively, and they quickly got to know each other.

The topic they shared most among themselves was Zhou Yang's brain-computer interface project.

Liang Yu and Yan Qi, in particular, have a strong interest in brain-computer interface projects.

The day passed quickly, and the three men left before sunset.

Before leaving, Kang Liang thoughtfully cleaned and tidied up the yard.

This made Liang Yu and Lin Xiao feel even more favorably toward their next-door neighbor.

As soon as Liang Yu lay down in his warm bed that night, he received a message from Fang Yao.

【You certainly know how to enjoy life! My brother works himself to the bone to support you, and you're out having barbecues and partying with other men!】

I will definitely tell my brother about what happened today and make him cut off your allowance. Let's see what you eat and drink every day!

Lin Xiao glanced at Fang Yao's message, gritted her teeth in anger, and yelled into her phone:

"Come here and say that to me if you dare, and I'll slap her to death!"

"If Fang Ze can take Shi Yue everywhere, why can't we have barbecues with other men?"

"Tell her to tell Fang Ze right away. Maybe once Fang Ze finds out, he'll agree to the divorce immediately, and you won't have to suffer at Fang's Group anymore."

Lin Xiao paused, then looked puzzled:

"Xiao Yu, how did Fang Yao know we were having a barbecue today? Did she come to Lishu Village? And even peek at us from our gate?"

Liang Yu was not surprised at all and replied calmly:

"Fang Yao is short of money and wants to ask me for money. I didn't give it to her, so she started pestering me. So just ignore her."

"Actually, Fang Yao has been following me ever since she was discharged from the hospital a few days ago. It was Yan Qi who found out and told me."

"When Fang Yao came this afternoon, Yan Qi also noticed her. Yan Qi even asked me if I wanted to teach Fang Yao a lesson, but I said no, just ignore her."

Lin Xiao said angrily:

"If it were me, I would definitely give her a good beating, or at least teach her a lesson."

Liang Yu replied with a smile:

"What happens after I teach her a lesson? She's still Fang Ze's sister. I'm not divorced from Fang Ze yet. I don't want to delay our divorce because of teaching Fang Yao a lesson."

Liang Yu wanted to keep a distance from Fang Ze's family before divorcing him.

It's best to avoid any overlap.

The next day at work, Liang Yu, as usual, accompanied Zhao Wen to the new project R&D department to check on the project progress.

In fact, the new project has already passed the initial research and development stage and is currently in the process of continuous experimentation and debugging.

However, this process will take a long time.

Because robots need to have a human brain in order to act like a normal human being.

This is inseparable from Fang's Group's core business: robot brain training.

Fang's Group's core business is a unicorn in the technology industry, and its market value has increased dozens of times in the past few years, attracting a lot of capital investment.

Fang Ze's net worth has also increased several dozen times.

In fact, even after learning about the core business of the Fang Group, Liang Yu still held Fang Ze in high esteem and admiration.

However, if you want to maintain a marriage in the long run, you can't rely on respect and admiration alone.

As Liang Yu and Zhao Wen walked out of the R&D department, they ran into Fang Ze.

After not seeing him for several days, Fang Ze looked tired, clearly indicating that he hadn't been getting enough rest.

The moment Fang Ze saw Liang Yu, he paused in his hurried steps and then walked towards Liang Yu.

He walked straight up to Liang Yu and Zhao Wen, and politely said to Zhao Wen:

"Assistant Zhao, I need to discuss something with Assistant Liang privately. Could you please give us some space?"

Zhao Wen's gaze swept over Liang Yu's face. Seeing that Liang Yu didn't seem particularly opposed, she agreed, saying:

"Okay, I'll wait for Assistant Liang in the hallway."

After Zhao Wen left, Fang Ze looked at Liang Yu with gentle eyes and asked in a warm, low voice:

"Xiao Yu, what do you think of the nursing robot project?"