Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

They're so disobedient; they've made a scene countless times since yesterday.

Lu Fang can tolerate the other party's little temper tantrums, but going too far is unacceptable.

Don't spoil them like that.

Su Nanqin flinched after being hit and then stopped moving.

She didn't say anything, and large tears started falling again.

It's always the same; they love to throw little tantrums but never explain what they're doing.

Lu Fang ignored him for the first time with a somber expression.

Su Nanqin did not resist, but sat in his lap and cried.

Su Nanqin has fair skin and a delicate appearance.

Afraid that he would catch a cold, Lu Fang quickly grabbed a towel that had been prepared in advance and wiped him down.

Su Nanqin is really delicate and hard to please. Lu Fang didn't change his clothes for two days and nothing happened to him.

He only wore those pajamas one night at the hospital. When Lu Fang took them off, he discovered that there were indeed some red rashes on the other person's large, porcelain-white skin.

No one can handle Su Nanqin like this.

Lu Fang was no exception.

Su Nanqin has a kind of magic.

No matter what they look like, they are instinctively captivating, making you want to pull them into your arms and possess them.

However, Lu Fang could not allow anyone to see Su Nanqin's completely open demeanor.

This is his person, the person he will protect for the rest of his life. His perfections and imperfections, his temper tantrums and his adorable side are all his.

Lu Fang suddenly felt a crazy possessiveness, a possessiveness that wanted to hide Su Nanqin away and then teach her a lesson.

Such a perfect Su Nanqin, he wouldn't allow anyone to look at him twice.

Before meeting Su Nanqin, he did not believe in love.

After meeting Su Nanqin, he went mad.

Lu Fang found it hard not to have the terrible thought of hiding the person away.

Lu Fang's eyes darkened as he suppressed the turmoil within them.

Lu Fang is a wolf.

Su Nanqin was being targeted by the alpha wolf, but she was completely unaware as she nestled in his arms and shed tears.

Su Nanqin didn't move or speak, just watched Lu Fang help her put on her clothes while shedding tears.

It was clearly a harmonious scene.

Su Nanqin was very obedient.

Lu Fang spoke softly.

But one of them was shed tears of grievance, while the other kept quiet and changed his tears.

They do not affect each other.

Wei Chi bought a beige dress this time, with a cute cat pattern on it.

It looks adorable on Su Nanqin, making her appear more lively.

Lu Fang looked at the person in his arms; her already fair face was made even more lovely by the off-white pajamas.

People also seem much cuter now.

It looks much better now.

Su Nanqin is only in her early twenties. Apart from having a somewhat aloof demeanor when she doesn't smile, she actually looks quite delicate.

Wearing formal attire to work every day is one thing, but at home, it's all navy blue, black, cyan, and dark gray.

Although the clothes looked good, Lu Fang had long since grown tired of them.

He felt that someone as beautiful as Su Nanqin should have more color on her clothes, instead of dressing so meticulously and dullly that she looked so restrained.

For example, this off-white pajama set looks much more lively and cute.

He glanced down at the other person, hoping they wouldn't throw a tantrum or cry.

Su Nanqin was clearly angry and felt wronged.

Lu Fang went too far.

They even hit him.

And that guy clearly likes Lu Fang, but Lu Fang doesn't believe him.

Su Nanqin remained silent, and Lu Fang did not try to comfort him.

The two remained frozen in place.

Su Nanqin felt even more aggrieved when she saw that Lu Fang didn't try to comfort her.

Tears kept falling.

Lu Fang was almost certain that the other party was deliberately throwing a tantrum, and this time he was determined not to indulge him.

He took a tissue, wiped his face, and then said with a stern expression, "How long are you planning to cry?"

Su Nanqin turned away, avoiding Lu Fang's outstretched hand.

Lu Fang looked at his hand, which was hanging in mid-air, and felt a throbbing in his temple.

Lu Fang was a scoundrel, so no one dared to give him the cold shoulder.

"If you're going to throw a tantrum, go back to bed and do it! The more you spoil someone, the less well-behaved they become!" Lu Fang's tone suddenly turned serious.

When Lu Fang is truly serious, he exudes an air of unyielding authority and coldness.

He said it and did it, shoving Su Nanqin back in with a rather forceful motion.

The two remained deadlocked for half a day, and were still deadlocked when the nurse came to give the last injection to reduce the fever.

Lu Fang was determined not to indulge him.

The more Lu Fang ignored Su Nanqin, the more aggrieved and angry he became.

Lu Fang asked the doctor, and he learned that after this last injection, he could basically be discharged from the hospital.

However, I still need to take medication after being discharged from the hospital, and I need to take good care of my health.

When the nurse came in, Su Nanqin was still huddled under the covers.

He knew he couldn't escape it.

Lu Fang was determined to teach the other party a lesson, and he didn't take the initiative to hug her.

He just sat there with a sullen face.

The nurse standing nearby instinctively sensed that something was off and glanced uncomfortably out the window.

She glanced at Su Nanqin again, and finally realized that neither of them was easy to mess with.

I was caught between a rock and a hard place, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

Lu Fang was at a loss for what to do. The timing of the injection was really bad, especially since they were in a cold war.

Whoever gives in first loses.

However, Su Nanqin didn't care at all; he never wanted to fight in the first place.

Lu Fang stood up, walked to the bedside, and sat down. His expression remained calm as he commanded, "Come here."

Without waiting for Su Nanqin's agreement, he reached out and hugged her.

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The two had a rather long argument this time, lasting for several days.

Despite the commotion, Lu Fang continued to cook and kept a close eye on the other person as they drank the medicine.

Their diet was also strictly controlled. Anything that Lu Fang deemed unacceptable, Su Nanqin was not allowed to eat.

Su Nanqin was sulking, and even sleeping at night was difficult for him to maintain his composure.

Lu Fang didn't care; he just didn't want to spoil the other person's temper.

Making a ruckus regardless of the occasion.

Lu Fang's company has been very busy lately. After confirming that Su Nanqin was alright, he stopped staying at home and went home quite late at night.

By the fourth night, Lu Fang had finished his work and returned home after almost one o'clock.

Lu Fang opened the door, and a dim yellow light shone in the living room.

As Lu Fang changed his shoes, he wondered why Su Nanqin should be asleep at this hour.

He stipulated that everyone must be asleep by 11 PM.

Su Nanqin's living room was very large, and it wasn't very clear to see anything with just that small lamp.

He walked a little further inside.

Su Nanqin heard the sound and stood up from the sofa to look at him.

The dim light shone on his face, yet it somehow made him look rather docile.

Su Nanqin was waiting for Lu Fang.

He didn't want to be alone in that room.

It's too big and too dark, I can't sleep.

Lu Fang has been coming home very late for several days now, without comforting him or hugging him.

Is Lu Fang coming home so late every day because of that boy?

If that's true, then he has to teach that boy a lesson.

No one can take Lu Fang away from him.

He was actually very sad. Lu Fang never comforted him, but he said the same things to that boy as he had comforted him.

However, Su Nanqin just stood there without saying a word, looking innocent and somewhat pitiful.

It was as if she didn't know what to say, or perhaps she was being aloof and wanted to wait for the other person to speak first.

Lu Fang turned on all the lights in the living room, his gaze first falling on the light gray clock behind Su Nanqin.

His gaze darkened, then fell upon the other person's bare feet.

Above that was a thin navy blue nightgown.

There was a thin blanket on the sofa, which must have been brought down from upstairs by the other party.

It's already late autumn, a season with lots of rain and dampness, and it's actually quite cold.

Lu Fanghuo immediately came upstairs. He didn't know why Su Nanqin was lying on the sofa dressed so scantily in the middle of the night instead of going to sleep.

I've emphasized this many times: you can't walk barefoot on the ground.

Su Nanqin looked at him without speaking, or perhaps his pride made him unsure of what to say.

He has never taken the initiative to back down.

He had already planned it out beforehand. As soon as Lu Fang returned, he would apologize to him and say that he would not throw a tantrum again.

But when he saw Lu Fang's increasingly gloomy face, he opened his mouth, but for the first time, he was at a loss for what to say.

Lu Fang was still angry. He didn't like disobedient people.

Lu Fang was indeed angry, but not because of what happened before.

He doesn't care about the cold war anymore; he won't joke around with his body.

Su Nanqin had already prepared what he was going to say, and he opened his mouth, intending to admit his mistake and apologize.

"What time is it?" Lu Fang snapped at him before he could finish, his face dark and menacing.

They just looked at each other.

Su Nanqin's words of apology were cut off by this question, leaving him momentarily at a loss.

Seeing that the other person didn't speak, Lu Fang raised his voice: "What time is it?"

Su Nanqin was startled by his shout; Lu Fang rarely acted so seriously.

Then he glanced at the clock on the wall and said in a voice so soft it sounded like he was squeezing it out from his throat: "One-thirty."

Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she was about to cry.

He was planning to apologize...

Lu Fang looked at the other person standing barefoot by the sofa and continued to question, "One-thirty. What are you supposed to be doing at this hour?"

Su Nanqin felt that Lu Fang's gaze was almost tangible, as if he would be pierced through if he looked at him any longer.

Lu Fang had never been so fierce to him before. Was it because of that clean-cut and handsome boy?

He suddenly felt more wronged than ever before, even though he was about to apologize first.

His eyes welled up with tears, and his nose started to sting. Then, he looked up at Lu Fang, his voice unconsciously lowering, his hand nervously fidgeting with the hem of his clothes as he whispered, "Sleep..."