Women are made of water.

At this moment, Lu Xing raised both hands and three feet in agreement with this statement.

He hadn’t expected it.

The first time he got wet, it was actually with a woman’s tears.

(TL: Bro doesn’t shower.)

Except for the times when Song Junzhu was too drunk to stand and needed Lu Xing to support her…

Other times…

Lu Xing had never stepped into Song Junzhu’s master bedroom.

Life is truly strange.

Six months ago, he was sleeping on the sofa in Song Junzhu’s living room.

Song Junzhu didn’t care about him, nor did she think about where or how he would sleep.

Anyway, she got up later than Lu Xing and went to bed earlier than Lu Xing.

She didn’t need to worry about these things at all.

But now…

Lu Xing was half-leaning against the headboard of the master bedroom’s large bed. 

Song Junzhu was nestled beside him, sound asleep, her slender arm wrapped around his waist, not letting go. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novèlfire.net

Looking at the tear stains on Song Junzhu’s face, Lu Xing felt that his occupational disease had really gotten worse.

“Number one sister on the leaderboard, you won’t find a more dedicated person than me in the future.”

Lu Xing gently held Song Junzhu’s wrist, carefully moved her arm away, and then stuffed a pillow into her arms.

As expected.

Song Junzhu’s brow only furrowed for a moment, then she quieted down again.

Lu Xing let out a sigh of relief. Like Jerry, he tiptoed to the sink, grabbed a towel, and soaked it in hot water.

He waited for a moment.

He touched the temperature of the towel. “It’s about right.”

Lu Xing carefully returned to the bedside, leaned over the bed, and carefully wiped the tear-stained face of Song Junzhu.

A gentle wipe, a warm temperature.

Song Junzhu’s brow smoothed out. She hummed comfortably and subconsciously rubbed against Lu Xing’s hand.

Hmph, hmph.

The little person in Lu Xing’s heart was dancing smugly.

I really am a professional!

Since Song Junzhu had found out about his background and felt guilty towards him…

Then his days in the future should be much better.

It could be considered… a good thing.

Actually, Lu Xing sometimes felt that he was living a twisted life.

He clearly knew that telling these customers about his background would definitely arouse sympathy, but he didn’t want to say it.

It felt like he was selling a sob story.

He could clearly make money by relying on his ability to provide emotional value.

Whatever.

Let it be.

Anyway, all the contracts will end in June.

After cleaning up Song Junzhu, Lu Xing pulled the quilt over her.

Thump.

Song Junzhu kicked the quilt away.

Lu Xing pulled the quilt over her again.

Thump.

Song Junzhu kicked the quilt away again.

“Holy f*ck! You psycho!”

Lu Xing was furious.

This damn psycho is so rebellious???

Pissing me off!

In an instant, Lu Xing’s motherly side took over. Today, he was determined to cover her with this quilt!

Cover.

Kick away.

Cover.

Kick away.

Ahhhhhh! I’m so angry!!!

Lu Xing was really pissed off. He rummaged through the drawers and found a piece of Song Junzhu’s glasses cloth.

He took a deep breath and carefully placed the glasses cloth on Song Junzhu’s stomach.

A Chinese tradition.

You can not cover yourself with a quilt, but you must cover your navel!

Mm.

Perfect!

Satisfied!

Lu Xing was happy and was about to leave the master bedroom with light steps.

But as he turned around, he was suddenly grabbed by the corner of his shirt.

Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment and lowered his head.

Song Junzhu was lying on the edge of the bed, her dark, thick, curly hair scattered on the quilt. She said in a daze.

“Don’t go.”

Holy f*ck!

Lu Xing was terrified.

When did this person wake up?

She didn’t see him covering her navel, did she?

Lu Xing was about to reply with trepidation when he found that Song Junzhu had gone silent after saying that one sentence.

Hmm?

Lu Xing took a closer look.

Alright.

She’s asleep again.

Okay.

It’s understandable.

When a person’s nerves suddenly relax after a good cry, they will feel an endless fatigue.

Lu Xing thought for a moment and lay back down.

Song Junzhu, as if she had found a huge stove, hugged Lu Xing and wouldn’t let go.

Lu Xing: …

The twenty-seven-year-old Professor Song is quite insecure. I’ll buy her a doll to hug later.

Mm.

She’ll pay for it though.

…

Eleven o’clock

Lu Xing checked his WeChat. As expected, he had received a script from Liu Qingqing.

Seeing the title, Lu Xing’s pupils dilated.

Ah…

A gentle and kind teacher who never gives up on any student and a rebellious, delinquent, and psychopathic student?

Fine.

Really fine.

Before, Lu Xing had never been a CEO, a repairman, or a popular, secretly married young idol.

So he had no psychological burden in acting.

But this time…

Isn’t it a little too immersive?

Why is it a student?

Lu Xing sighed and couldn’t help but start to worry about Liu Qingqing’s mental state.

Has she really gone this crazy?

He really didn’t want to reveal his personal information to an online client, and he especially didn’t want the client to know that he was still in school.

Then he could only act unskilled.

So hard to bear.

Lu Xing lowered his head and glanced at the soundly sleeping Song Junzhu.

He tried to pry Song Junzhu’s fingers open one by one, but Song Junzhu didn’t move at all.

It was as if she were stuck to him.

“Professor Song?”

Lu Xing called out to her. Song Junzhu didn’t respond, as if she were really sound asleep.

“The youth Ah Xing is an unlearned and extremely study-hating student. No teacher can do anything about him. Until one day, a new teacher transferred to the school…”

Lu Xing was still not at ease and read a few more lines from the script.

Song Junzhu still didn’t respond.

Alright then.

Let it be.

At eleven-thirty, Liu Qingqing on the other end called on time.

Liu Qingqing looked at the script in her hand anxiously, an irrepressible panic in her heart.

Although she comforted herself by saying that the Lu Xing in the list was probably a common name…

But what if it wasn’t?

Among the students from No. 1 High School who came to visit the school, there was a very high probability that they would go to Haicheng University.

And she was the president of the student council. Everyone knew her.

In the future, if Lu Xing really got into Haicheng University, what would she do?

An even worse situation.

If Lu Xing went around saying that the president of the student council was a pervert, what should she do?

Having been the sweet, charming, and obedient senior sister in everyone’s eyes for so long, she simply couldn’t bear such a price.

A test.

I can only test him.

Liu Qingqing had deliberately changed the name of the protagonist in the script and set the background in the school days.

Based on Lu Xing’s performance of this script, she would definitely be able to deduce whether this person was still in school or not!

Don’t be nervous.

Don’t be nervous.

Liu Qingqing’s brain was tense.

After hearing the first sentence from Lu Xing’s end of the phone, her brain actually became even more active than before.

Fuck!

A miscalculation!

But…

Listening to Lu Xing’s low and bewitching voice on the other end, she relaxed a little.

And when she heard Lu Xing stumble over the terms from the textbook, Liu Qingqing suddenly smiled with relief.

Lu Xing on the other end said with great guilt.

“I’m sorry. It’s been so long since I graduated. I’m not familiar with these things anymore.”

“I’ll give you twenty more minutes to make it up, okay?”

Liu Qingqing finally relaxed and lay down comfortably.

It really is a common name.

…

…

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