It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

But the two of them really didn't have anything to reminisce about, and just awkwardly chatting for two hours would be too torturous.

Li Cheng then recalled Mitchell's hobby, remembering that the other person kept pansies in the office, and tried to talk about some modern knowledge and experience in flower cultivation, successfully arousing Mitchell's desire to chat and his curiosity.

This wasn't an awkward conversation; at least Mitchell himself was very interested in it, as gardening was one of his few hobbies.

Mitchell, who is usually calm and even, became excited and enthusiastic, sharing his experience with flowers and plants and the occasional problems he encountered. The flower knowledge provided by Li Cheng from the perspective of modern biology was particularly beneficial to Mitchell.

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"I never expected the principal to know so much about flowers. It's truly an eye-opener for me."

"Not at all, Professor Mitchell, your knowledge is also very extensive. I almost thought I was chatting with an experienced old farmer."

The two exchanged compliments, their emotions running high.

Lavoisier wore a sullen expression, occasionally glancing at Li Cheng's face with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

What happened to the promised time alone together?

We finally met again, but instead of being all lovey-dovey with me, you were chatting enthusiastically about flowers and plants with this middle-aged man.

Despite Lavoisier's slight mood, Li Cheng pretended not to notice and continued exchanging flower and plant experiences with Mitchell, seemingly intending to kill two hours in this manner.

Ugh!

As if a wife were facing a husband who lacked romance, Lavoisier sighed helplessly, silently got up and went to the kitchen to bring out a plate of oranges.

After placing it on the coffee table in front of her, she carefully sat back on the sofa and began to use her nimble fingers to separate the orange's soft outer skin, carefully tearing off the long white fibers attached to it.

The sturdy yellow outer layer was cruelly ripped off, and the last bit of white silk used to cover it was mercilessly torn apart. The poor orange segment was left completely exposed, its tender flesh laid bare to the cold air...

Because they were so delicate, Lavoisier's nails broke easily with the slightest pressure, revealing a thin, sticky, sweet liquid.

"Oops, I accidentally tore it."

Lavoisier frowned, ruthlessly tossing the thoroughly used orange segment into his mouth, savoring the last remaining trace of its value with his tongue.

After eliminating the defective products, Lavoisier spent some time processing an extremely clean, peeled orange segment. Then, he extended a dazzlingly white hand and offered the neatly peeled orange segment to Li Cheng's mouth.

"what......"

As Lavoisier said this, a gentle maternal smile appeared on her face, as if this act of feeding had awakened the maternal instincts imprinted in her genes.

Li Cheng's mouth was a little dry from talking, so when he saw the orange offered to his mouth, he had no reason to refuse. He opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, then smacked his lips twice before swallowing it down, a typical way of eating like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit.

"Are the oranges sweet?"

"It's very sweet..."

Li Cheng, with an orange seed in his mouth, answered indistinctly.

The oranges taste good this season, but the only downside is that there are quite a few small seeds.

Seeing this, Lavoisier brought his hand to Li Cheng's mouth, caught the orange seeds Li Cheng spat out, and tossed them into a wooden bucket. Without being asked, he continued busying himself with the next segment of orange.

Out of the corner of his eye, Li Cheng glanced at Lavoisier's busy profile and felt a little strange—this was perhaps the first time Lavoisier had treated a man like this, and the result was that he, who was planning to get rid of this troublesome woman, was left with this.

Is this considered being a jerk? But what exactly constitutes being a jerk? Is it the act of escaping that's considered jerkly? Or is it accepting everything completely that's considered jerkly...?

This is a really troubling problem!

Li Cheng fell into deep contemplation about life, but of course, his mouth didn't stop moving as he ate orange segment after segment, spitting out the seeds, then eating orange segment after segment, spitting out the seeds...

But this action suddenly took an unexpected turn.

Because he was distracted, Li Cheng mistakenly put Lavoisier's fair and delicate finger in his mouth, just like an orange segment, and began to suck on it greedily.

Strange, why can't I extract any juice from one part of it?

With this question in mind, Li Cheng looked closely and realized that he had accidentally put Lavoisier's index finger in his mouth and had actually been sucking on it for a long time.

"Hmm~"

Lavoisier's face flushed, but he didn't pull his finger away. He just let out a soft groan and looked at her with eyes full of tolerance and love...

"Cough cough."

While the two were feeding each other back and forth, oblivious to everyone else, Mitchell, sitting on the other side, couldn't stand it anymore and coughed lightly twice—"Please, I'm here, you two can do whatever you want at home, but can't you at least show some respect for your guest?"

!!!

The soft cough sounded like a thunderclap in Li Cheng's ears, instantly restoring his temporarily lost ability to think.

Damn, that was really dangerous! This is a classic example. If Mitchell, that 300-watt light bulb, hadn't been there, we probably wouldn't have been feeding him with our fingers anymore, we'd probably have had to feed him mouth-to-mouth!

Lavoisier withdrew his finger, which was still covered in Li Cheng's saliva, somewhat disappointed.

—The atmosphere was just right, and the relationship might have progressed further, but it all fell through because of interference from outsiders. No one would feel good about that.

"Ugh."

After sighing, Lavoisier asked again, "Would you like more?"

Li Cheng quickly shook his head: "No, no, that's enough."

At this moment, Mitchell had already silently reached out and grabbed an orange, peeled it in no time, and started eating it.

Haha, so what if someone helps you peel it?

I can peel and eat them myself much faster than this... But speaking of which, why are these oranges so sour? Aren't they supposed to be sweet?

After finishing the tasteless orange, Mitchell suddenly remembered something and said, "Professor Lavoisier, now that you've found Mr. Li Cheng, are you going to move in with him?"

"Ah."

Lavoisier agreed without hesitation, and then thanked him, saying, "Thank you for letting me stay in this little detached house for the time being. I will move out of here immediately."

Mitchell shook his head slightly: "You're welcome. Anyway, this is a place Lincoln University is temporarily lending me."

"..."

Seeing this, Li Cheng thought for a moment, nodded, and did not refute.

Anyway, tomorrow Lavoisier will realize that the man she's pursuing already has a girlfriend and has no intention of marrying her. She'll probably dump him decisively, and maybe even give him a few more insults.

However, since the two had only kissed twice and had not crossed any boundaries, they were able to quickly return to their pure relationship as a nobleman and a scientist-artist kept woman, making it very easy to explain why he brought her home.

It's perfectly reasonable for a friend to borrow a room for two days, right?

......

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

With Mitchell, a super 300-watt light bulb, nothing else went wrong, and I could talk nonsense in peace.

When he realized it was almost time, Li Cheng stood up from the sofa, said goodbye to Lavoisier, and said, "I have some things to take care of, so I'll leave now. I'll come pick you up tomorrow to go to the Little Hollywood Theatre."

"Well, pay attention to safety on the road."

Lavoisier's tone wasn't very cheerful, and she seemed quite reluctant to see him go. But she knew that Li Cheng was indeed very busy with work and wouldn't be able to stay any longer if something urgent happened.

Is there really no... way?

Seeing this, Li Cheng reached out a hand and stroked Lavoisier's smooth, long silver hair, comforting him, "I will come again tomorrow, and I will tell you some very important news."

"And you'll be moving to my place, so we can see each other whenever we want."

The very important news refers to the fact that Li Cheng actually has a girlfriend. However, because Newton is too high-ranking and petty, Li Cheng plans to quickly inform Annie and have her pretend to be her.

Lavoisier thought it made sense. He figured that if he moved into Li Cheng's house, they might be able to see each other as soon as they opened their eyes. His mood immediately improved, and his face regained its bright and cheerful appearance.

Seeing her so happy, Li Cheng couldn't feel happy at all.

Because he couldn't remember where he had heard the saying that if you can easily control a person's emotions, then that person undoubtedly likes you.

Lavoisier's behavior was remarkably similar: he grieved at the thought of leaving, and rejoiced at the thought of reunion.

"Ugh."

Li Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

What did he do to deserve such intense affection from Lavoisier? He had done almost nothing, there was no affection developed through spending time together, and there was no love at first sight. In the first few meetings, Lavoisier was even wary of him.

But Lavoisier seemed determined to find her, relentlessly pursuing her even after leaving her in London, going to great lengths to find her in Lincoln.

That's why he's made up his mind to reveal his true colors tomorrow, so that Lavoisier will realize that Li Cheng is not a good choice and will abandon him.

I wonder what kind of expression Lavoisier will make?

Anger? Crying? Sadness? Disappointment? Indifference? Calmness? Hmm, could it be unexpected joy...?

It's obvious that Li Cheng's thinking has gone astray again.

"We really need to leave soon."

Mitchell then interrupted his reverie with a comment.

Because of the exchange of knowledge about flowers, the relationship between the two parties has become much closer. Mitchell, the lazybones, has quickly lessened his fear of his boss Li Cheng and even dared to joke: "The sky was very gloomy on my way here. If it rains, we won't be able to get back."

Mitchell laughed as he spoke, though it wasn't funny at all: "A little drizzle won't stop us, unless it starts pouring..."

He had barely finished speaking.

wow——

A sound like something heavy hitting the ground rang out, followed by the incredibly violent sound of rain coming from all directions, carrying a powerful force that seemed about to shatter the small detached house.

Chapter 216 The Gay Guy Was Actually Me?

The sound of torrential rain swept through the entire house.

Although Britain is located in the westerly wind belt and has historically been rainy, with rain falling for almost a third of the year, it is usually just a light drizzle, the kind that can be avoided by wearing a hat. A torrential downpour like this is not common.

A light drizzle was fine, but Li Cheng didn't want to get soaked in this heavy rain—in this day and age, catching a cold was a life-threatening matter.

Thinking of this, Li Cheng stared blankly at Mitchell's... gaping mouth.

The last time he saw someone who could nurse so well was the last time.

Li Cheng remained silent, and the three people in the room fell silent, creating a very tense atmosphere.

Mitchell desperately wanted to prove that it had nothing to do with his joke, but didn't know how to begin: "Um, it's just a coincidence."

Li Cheng felt an urge to throw Mitchell out, but considering that the light bulb still had some use, he temporarily abandoned the plan.

Finally, Lavoisier spoke first. Faced with the sudden downpour, she was the only one of the three present who felt joy, and even a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

Is there such a good thing?