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

It has a sour taste.

Kittens are really sensitive and have little moods.

"Did you cry?" Lu Fang asked him softly, as if afraid of startling him.

"No, I'm not that much of a crybaby." Su Nanqin still had her back to him, her head buried in the blanket.

This statement was largely made in a fit of pique; the speaker was clearly already speaking in a muffled, gruff tone.

Lu Fang was somewhat helpless. The kitten was so sensitive; how was he supposed to coax it?

"Okay, okay, no, no." She could only go along with it. "Shall I take a look for you?"

"No." Sensing Lu Fang's affection for him, he was about to show his true colors.

She's proud and a little aggrieved.

Perhaps due to insomnia, Su Nanqin's emotions become very sensitive and uncontrollable at night.

Lu Fang tried to coax the other person while pulling them over, changing his approach to coaxing them: "Okay, I won't look, I'm cold, Nan Nan, come and sit next to me, okay?"

It really feels like coaxing a child.

Su Nanqin didn't move, his voice slightly nasal: "No."

Lu Fang suspected that the other person had cried again.

He continued, "It's really a bit cold, isn't Nan Nan going to get warm?"

The small bulge loosened slightly.

Lu Fang felt there was a chance: "Just for a little while, okay? I'm not used to not holding Nan Nan."

"I'm not a doll," Su Nanqin retorted.

Still sulking.

"Nan Nan is definitely not a doll." The kitten resisted, so Lu Fang simply stopped touching it and sat up against the headboard.

Waiting for Su Nanqin's reaction: "Nannan is my baby. I won't feel comfortable if my baby doesn't let me hold her."

Su Nanqin suffered from severe insomnia, and Lu Fang had become quite experienced at coaxing her to sleep almost all night.

Lu Fang was fierce, but he was surprisingly patient in this matter. He knew that people with insomnia were actually in a lot of pain and that emotional instability was common.

Su Nanqin seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, and suddenly turned over and snuggled into Lu Fang's arms.

She buried her head in Lu Fang's arms, like a pitiful little kitten.

Then it stopped moving and didn't say anything.

Lu Fang looked at the furry head lying on his body.

The pajamas were bought for him by Lu Fang later. They were off-white, and he was very well-behaved, lying quietly on his lap.

"Did you cry?" Lu Fang patted the other person on the back and asked again.

There was no forceful way to bail them out.

"I already said no." Su Nanqin said stubbornly, her voice hoarse and nasal.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, little princess. I'll be gentler next time." This was the first time Lu Fang had ever used this tone to coax someone.

Not quite skilled yet, she was coaxing the other person while patting their back to soothe them.

Su Nanqin is spoiled and holds grudges.

I can't coax them.

Su Nanqin was easily swayed by this. She looked up at him, her eyes already red even though she hadn't cried yet.

"There will be a next time?" Su Nanqin looked at him.

"No next time, no next time. I promise I'll be gentler." Lu Fang thought the other person was angry that he had been too rough last night.

Su Nanqin climbed all over him and snuggled against Lu Fang, saying, "Lu Fang, you can't hit me so hard anymore. I feel so wronged."

"If you're really angry, you can only give me a light tap." She then worried that Lu Fang might not agree.

She wrapped her arms around Lu Fang's waist and leaned against him, adding, "Just give me a gentle pat and I'll know. I'm very obedient, and I only listen to you."

Let alone a pat, even a slightly harsh word would be enough to make him feel wronged.

The person in his arms spoke softly and nasally, saying that they were wronged, complaining to him, and trying to negotiate with him in the most obedient way.

This was the first time he had heard Su Nanqin say so much. She was so obedient and soft, yet she was earnestly accusing him. Lu Fang was speechless for a moment, and his heart ached.

It doesn't feel good.

He knows he has a bad temper, and often when he worries too much, he can't control his anger.

But Su Nanqin said it in such a gentle way that no one could help but feel soft-hearted.

Lu Fang picked him up and looked at him, saying, "I'm sorry, baby, I was too rough. I won't do it again."

Su Nanqin looked at him, and Lu Fang pulled him into his arms and kissed his forehead, saying in Su Nanqin's voice, "Hmm, even if you're really angry, you'll only pat him lightly."

"Don't lie to me." Su Nanqin took the initiative to hug him. "You're hugging me so tightly, it hurts."

The softest tone is the most touching.

"I feel so wronged."

Lu Fang couldn't speak, so she kissed him through his hair.

Su Nanqin continued, "But we can't be too fierce either."

Lu Fang placed another kiss on the other's forehead: "Mmm. Don't be too fierce."

"You're too fierce, I feel so wronged, so wronged." Su Nanqin nestled in his arms, soft and limp like a large feline.

"I feel like crying every time you yell at me." Su Nanqin seemed genuinely wanting to express all his grievances, not caring whether Lu Fang would like him this way.

The kisses landed lightly on Su Nanqin's forehead, and with each word the other spoke, Lu Fangxin softened a little more.

How could he not like her? He couldn't resist someone like Su Nanqin.

I really want to cry.

He reached out and gently stroked the other person's nose, with a hint of indulgence: "You're just too spoiled, you need to be more fierce."

"If you yell at me, I'll ignore you." Su Nanqin leaned back against him, her tone flat. "If you're really fierce, I'll lock you up."

Like a willful, sulking child.

"Oh? Lock him up?" Lu Fang found it interesting. "How?"

"Lock me in my room." Su Nanqin said calmly, as if he were talking about the weather.

"Then you can only coax me to sleep, you can't yell at me, and you can only come out when you promise not to yell at me."

Lu Fang looked down at the other person's expression. The expression was natural, with slightly red eyes and a cute and delicate face.

It's hard to imagine that the other person could say such extreme things without changing their expression.

It was so practiced, as if he had planned it many times before.

Lu Fang didn't argue with him, nor did he lecture him as he usually did, but went along with it: "Baby, are you sure you can bear to do this?"

"If you're good to me, I won't." Su Nanqin was a bit naively stubborn, but she said it with great certainty.

"Hmm, it seems I need to be nicer to Nan Nan." Lu Fang gently patted his shoulder.

Su Nanqin remained silent.

You get the idea.

She still needed to sleep, and Lu Fang's filming was very rhythmic, almost like he was coaxing her. The warm yellow light made the room feel very cozy.

Su Nanqin nestled in his arms like a kitten.

Su Nanqin is perfect, yet also very fragile.

Lu Fang saw obsession in him.

What Lu Fang didn't know was that this obsession also stemmed from Su Nanqin's vulnerability.

Su Nanqin lacked nothing, but he lacked someone like Lu Fang who could give him a sense of security. This stemmed from his fear of loss and insecurity.

Although he is fierce, he will also protect those who genuinely comfort him.

No matter what method he uses, whether it's coaxing or force, he wants to keep the person by his side.

Su Nanqin's docile and submissive demeanor most of the time was an act; it was his weapon, a weapon to ensnare Lu Fang.

He didn't want to use his fangs to deal with Lu Fang, as that would scratch the other party and also injure himself.

But many times he felt very wronged.

Lu Fang was conflicted, and so was Su Nanqin.

He knew that if he tried to force his way in, he would never win Lu Fang's heart.

The two were in a very intimate position. Su Nanqin stared blankly at the warm yellow lamp on the bedside table, and suddenly he didn't want to make himself suffer any more.

I want to have a quick and satisfying experience.

The clock is ticking.

Su Nanqin suddenly called out, "Lu Fang."

Lu Fang paused, a tone that Su Nanqin rarely used.

He had a feeling that the other person had something important to say.

"Hmm." Lu Fang sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off, but continued clapping.

Waiting for Su Nanqin to continue, he suddenly felt a little nervous for some reason.

"I heard it that night."

Su Nanqin said this out of the blue.

"What?" Lu Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Nanqin leaned against Lu Fang's chest, pulling the blanket up a bit as it got chilly at night: "That cat that knocked over the clutter that night was me."

Lu Fang didn't react at first, thinking the other party was saying something cryptic.

Wait, did you knock over the clutter?

Lu's heart skipped a beat.

A little flustered: "Did you hear that?"

Su Nanqin has been acting very strangely lately, even with a cautious attempt to please and a sense of fear. If the other party overheard this and overthinks it, then everything becomes traceable.

Su Nanqin is sensitive, suspicious, and prone to overthinking.

It was just a casual remark.

This was the first time Lu Fang had panicked. He didn't know how to explain it so that Su Nanqin would believe him.

"Mmm." Su Nanqin nestled in his arms without moving or saying anything more.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Both sides were fully aware of the situation.

The two are evenly matched and are engaged in a game of strategy.

One was tentatively exploring with a sense of madness, while the other was trying to figure out how to explain.

The two of them are cunning and scheming.

In the end, Lu Fang couldn't resist anymore. He kissed the other person and spoke softly.

"Baby, I lied to Shan Yu that night. He's different from me. Wang Sao had a son late in life, and he's her only son."

Lu Fang spoke slowly, patting her hand gently: "Her husband died not long after their son was born. She hoped that the Shan family line could continue. I can't let her follow in my footsteps and shatter Wang Sao's hopes."

Su Nanqin looked at him.

It was as if they were trying to glean a clue from the other person's expression to determine the truthfulness of what they were saying.

Su Nanqin is very smart, but being too perceptive can lead to suspicion.

Lu Fang was a little headache; he must have been out of his mind to say those words to Shan Yu.

If that kid dares to copy it, he'll just catch him and beat him up.

"Really?" Su Nanqin stared at him intently. "Then why are you so hot and cold towards me, and so fierce?"

Su Nanqin was not satisfied.

"I'm not lying to you, baby." Lu Fang knew he wouldn't believe her, so she mimicked him: "If I were lying, you could lock me up really hard."