Seeing Lin Yu give the word to release Xu Mingyao, Tao Yaoyao finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
"Thank you," Tao Yaoyao said softly.
Even though her voice carried a hint of exhaustion, the girl's tone remained gentle and pleasant to the ear.
But when these words fell into Lin Yu's ears, they only added fuel to the fire of anger in his heart.
Thank you?
Don't be in such a hurry to say thank you!
The real show is yet to come!
Lin Yu suppressed the anger in his heart and tried his best to maintain a facade of calmness.
"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."
Lin Yu shoved his hands into the pockets of his padded jacket, looked at the wound on Tao Yaoyao's neck, and didn't forget to remind her:
"Since we're already at the hospital, you might as well get that bandaged before you leave."
Tao Yaoyao reached up to touch her neck. The wound was just a scratch that broke the skin, and it wasn't bleeding much.
Getting a little bit of blood on her fingertip, she held it up to her eyes. Looking at that smear of bright red on her finger, Tao Yaoyao lowered her gaze.
Because of Lin Yu's concern, the guilt in her heart deepened a bit more.
Moreover, that guilt was quite restless, jumping around and threatening to transform into other emotions.
Tao Yaoyao tried hard to suppress their transformation, trapping them in that little pool, ensuring that guilt remained just guilt.
"Thank you," Tao Yaoyao thanked him softly once again.
Lin Yu didn't say anything more. He just nodded and walked straight past her.
Leaving the hospital, Lin Yu hailed a random taxi and headed toward Qing Mo's villa.
On the way, Lin Yu was inevitably a little nervous.
He felt quite like a kid who had gotten into trouble and was being called home by a stern-voiced parent.
Lin Yu knew that, barring any surprises, Qing Mo definitely knew about his little stunt of standing by the river and wanting to end it all.
Otherwise, she would have had no reason to suddenly capture Xu Mingyao.
She must be really angry right now, right?
Thinking of this, Lin Yu rubbed his temples in distress.
What should he do now?
How should he comfort her?
He had no experience with this!
Maybe he should just scold her as soon as he walked through the door?
Was that right?
It seemed right.
But it also felt a little wrong...
Lin Yu scratched his head in frustration.
When it came to Qing Mo, Lin Yu was truly at a loss.
If he scolded her, it seemed a bit disrespectful.
But if he respected her, she might end up unhappy.
What a mess!
She was so hard to please!
After thinking about it, Lin Yu decided he shouldn't do that.
Although in the vast majority of romantic relationships, a man could eliminate most of his girlfriend's resentment through hard and diligent physical labor.
But this trick wasn't a cure-all!
On some issues that truly concerned principles, rashly using this move had an extremely high risk factor!
Even though Qing Mo would probably be more susceptible to this move than the average woman.
Her resistance to it was practically zero.
He would very likely succeed even if he forced it.
But Lin Yu felt that a romantic relationship ultimately needed to be built on the foundation of mutual respect.
Since he had already decided to openly face his feelings for Qing Mo, he couldn't just use this trick as a panacea.
Although he was no longer an innocent romantic, he couldn't degenerate into purely physical acts either!
But then again.
If he couldn't use this method, what should he do to win Qing Mo's favor?
Lin Yu let out a soft breath, completely clueless.
It was only then that Lin Yu shockingly realized his understanding of Qing Mo was pitifully scarce.
Gently resting his head against the taxi window, Lin Yu gazed blankly at everything flashing by outside, and an idea gradually formed in his mind...
...
Sitting on the sofa, facing the impending arrival of Lin Yu, Qing Mo was somewhat at a loss for what to do.
She was very surprised, and at the same time very angry, that Lin Yu would actually harbor thoughts of suicide.
She had always thought she understood Lin Yu very well. After all, under her strict surveillance, she could learn of his joys, sorrows, and anger the moment they happened.
But now, Qing Mo found him a bit incomprehensible.
What exactly was the reason that made him have such extreme thoughts?
Could it be because of her?
But wasn't he quite happy that night too?
How could he bear to leave all this behind?
Did he no longer care about his Sister Zhuzi?
Did he not want to see his beloved Tang Manman anymore?
She had waited for him for so long, and now that they had finally reached a good outcome, how could he bear to abandon her?
The fear and grievance of losing Lin Yu fermented in her heart, but Qing Mo was ultimately not a soft pushover like Xia Muzhu.
Those emotions would only transform into anger deep within her.
Qing Mo was truly angry, but facing Lin Yu, she just couldn't bring herself to be mad.
Qing Mo knew very well that her physiological affection for Lin Yu had reached a morbid level.
This was something even Qing Mo herself couldn't control.
Qing Mo had tried countless times to use her consciousness to conquer her desires.
But even dragging her dignity along, those two would only be trampled underfoot by desire and ruthlessly ravaged.
Qing Mo realized she couldn't defeat her desire, but she also didn't want to be left without a shred of dignity in front of him.
But there was no other way.
She didn't even need to face Lin Yu in person.
Qing Mo only had to simulate Lin Yu acting fiercely toward her in her mind, and her desire would abruptly jump out, beating her dignity until it scurried away with its head in its hands.
Her dignity was weeping, and Qing Mo's nose also felt a bit sour.
Sometimes, she really loathed her own body.
She hated that it made her unable to establish even a tiny bit of dignity in front of the person she liked...
...
The door was pushed open, and the wind and snow from outside followed behind the man, sneaking into the warm interior of the villa, only to be quickly assimilated by the temperature of the air.
Qing Mo sniffled. She tried her best to adjust her emotions, putting on a cold face and adopting an angry posture.
But the man seemed to not notice at all, walking over aggressively.
"Give me your hand!" he said with a dark expression.
Qing Mo's heart trembled fiercely. She tried hard to cheer on her already weak-kneed dignity, telling it to hold on and maintain the angry facade.
Propped up by her dignity, Qing Mo turned her head to look at him, putting on what she thought was a very angry posture, and glared at him coldly.
What she didn't know was that beneath the cold exterior of her eyes, the enchanting colors of affection were already very obvious.
"Hurry up!" Lin Yu glared and urged her with a scolding tone.
Qing Mo's body trembled, and her dignity weakly collapsed along with it.
She lightly bit her bright red lower lip, her grievance overflowing from the bottom of her heart.
She still extended her somewhat trembling hand toward him.
Pleasure and grievance intertwined in her heart, composing a musical movement that made one unable to stop.
Contrary to Qing Mo's expectations, his voice suddenly became light and brisk, mixed with a gentle tone.
"Here!"
"A gift for you!"
"Is it pretty?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
