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Duan Baiting nodded thoughtfully, took out his cell phone and was about to make a call.

Song Wanyue was puzzled by his behavior: "Why are you calling?"

He had already dialed the number and said in a calm tone: "Postpone the work for one day."

The call was quickly connected. Duan Baiting didn't say anything extra and got straight to the point.

He hung up the phone without even waiting for the other party to answer.

It seems that he is even more impatient.

Song Wanyue was still in a daze: "Postpone work?"

He lowered his head and rubbed her soft lips with his fingertips again and again.

"Since you've already stepped on it, why don't you use it instead?"

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In one day and one night, Song Wanyue's acclimatization was cured by him.

In the morning, Duan Baiting coaxed me into drinking the bowl of blood-replenishing medicine.

The doctor prescribed it a few days ago to treat her acclimatization.

The main reason for acclimatization is that the body is too weak, so even if you don't feel any discomfort at the moment, you must insist on finishing the medicine.

Today is the last treatment.

She finished drinking it with a frown on her face, and just as she was about to complain about the bitterness, a candy was stuffed into her mouth.

Duan Baiting got up, put on his clothes, and asked her to have a good rest today.

After the fruit-flavored hard candy is dissolved by saliva, the refreshing fruity aroma offsets the strong medicinal smell.

She used the tip of her tongue to push the candy to her left cheek, like a hamster hiding its food.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he said, "I'll just stay home and wait for you to come back."

He paused in putting on his watch and raised his eyebrows slightly to look at her.

She just happened to raise her head, and her peach blossom eyes looked at him with a smile.

Maybe because I am used to being displaced, the word "home" seems a bit strange to me.

He knew that most of her obedience in front of him was just an act.

But he was still willing to fall into the trap.

"Yeah."

He smiled lightly, picked up his coat and left.

It was not until his figure disappeared along with the sound of the door closing that Song Wanyue lay back on the bed, feeling relieved.

In fact, her body was extremely tired, and sometimes she really questioned Duan Baiting's physical structure.

This guy never seems to get tired.

Instead, she was exhausted.

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Shizuka was very surprised when she heard these things on the phone: "That's Duan Baiting, how could he be fooled by your poor acting skills that even a blind man can see?"

Song Wanyue snorted unhappily and retorted: "My crying scenes are much better now than before. I will definitely open your eyes next time we meet."

Pretending to cry and act pitiful is Song Wanyue's life-saving skill.

From childhood to adulthood, she would use this trick whenever she did something wrong or wanted something.

It works every time.

She thought it was her own acting that was good, but actually it was the other person's acting that was good.

The only reason she was able to get away with her talk of thunder without rain was because her family was reluctant to punish her.

Duan Baiting's reaction made Shizuka feel intriguing.

The outside world doesn't have a very good opinion of him.

The means are cruel and the killing is decisive.

In just a few years, he eliminated all dissidents and wiped out the remnants of the Duan family.

Now even his uncles and aunts who were like vicious wolves kept their distance from him.

But if we really dig into the reasons, I'm afraid some people will have to go in.

As for where to go, that is beyond words.

How could such a cunning person not realize that Song Wanyue was pretending to cry? And coax her along the steps?

Song Wanyue said: "I was really wronged at that time, and also..."

I really wanted him to coax me.

She swallowed the second half of the sentence silently and kept it in her heart.

She felt that she had become a little strange recently. She was fine at other times, but only in front of Duan Baiting.

She can't stand the slightest bit of grievance.

Even if my hand was cut, I would want to hand it to him so he could blow on it.

Shizuka said firmly: "You have fallen in love with him."

Song Wanyue immediately retorted: "How is that possible."

Without any hesitation.

She had never thought that she would fall in love with Duan Baiting. To her, such words were even more unreliable than the existence of gods in the world.

Their marriage was based on interests.

As long as interests exist, they cannot be separated.

The Song family is no longer the same as before. In the past few years, people often came to their house. Although their words were polite, they were often aggressive.

Song Wanyue watched her mother's white hair grow day by day.

There was no such thing before.

The spoiled rich lady worries every day about how to spend her money and where to take better care of herself.

But during that time she had to put aside her pride and deal with those complicated interpersonal relationships with a smile on her face.

On the day she learned the news of the marriage, Song Wanyue sat alone on the balcony for a long time.

She held her phone and stared at the blank chat interface.

The notes seemed to be engraved on it.

She kept repeating to herself: Kian.

The young girl's naive love was like a heavy rain that spanned many years.

Even though his coming and going left no trace, he was so light and fleeting, leaving nothing for her.

Like a dream.

That was an extremely short period of six months.

He is a man of few words but very patient.

Girls in adolescence talk a lot and frequently. There are many dissatisfactions around me.

The meal she had today was too salty, the nail salon put the wrong diamonds on her, and the bag she wanted was out of stock.

It was a very boring complaint, but he would always respond to her.

Even if the responses are so brief that they seem perfunctory.

Song Wanyue couldn't help but wonder if it was always daytime over there.

Otherwise, why would he always reply to her messages in time?

One day I couldn't sleep, so I sent him a little expression of aggrieved expression.

He replied quickly: Not asleep?

Song Wanyue said she had insomnia and couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.

[Song Wanyue: What are you doing?] 】

She was always curious about his life and wanted to know everything about him.

But the other party has a very clear sense of boundaries and rarely talks to her about his private life.

【Kian: Go to class.】 】

She lay on the bed with her chin resting on the pillow, lowering her head and replying to his message seriously.

[Wanwan couldn't finish eating: Aren't you sleepy? 】

【Kian: It's 3pm UK time now. 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish eating: But you gave me such a long make-up lesson yesterday. 】

She also thought that the reason why he was there in the early morning every day was because his daily routine was reversed.

I didn't expect to have classes during the day.

She felt so distressed: It's so hard.

【Kian: Not bad. 】

Even through the screen, Song Wanyue could imagine his expression at the moment.

There shouldn't be much ups and downs, just like these two words.

Even if you pronounce it aloud, it is just an ordinary tone.

Song Wanyue said: But I have something to do.

A question mark came back from the other side.

Song Wanyue looked serious.

[Wanwan couldn't finish the meal: If you don't take care of your body, your family will be sad, and I will be sad too. 】

This time I didn't receive a reply for a long time.

Song Wanyue questioned whether the other party was caught by the teacher while playing with his mobile phone in class.

The vibration caught her attention.

She lowered her head.

In the dialog box, he repeated her words.

——Will you feel sad too?

Song Wanyue was stunned and read the above words again.

I didn't expect that I was so quick and sent the last five words as well.

"I mean, I feel guilty because of the guilt, which causes insomnia. Insomnia means I can't sleep all night, and my heart hurts if I don't sleep for a night."

After sending the message, she collapsed back on the sofa. It was obvious that these messy, convoluted and far-fetched words were fabricated.

How could her hands be so quick? She sent it straight away before my brain could react.

Could it be that he thought that she had some ulterior motives towards him and that was why she sent him messages to harass him every day?

Thinking of this, Song Wanyue shuddered all over.

She felt that it was very necessary for her to explain it clearly to him, lest he think she was a superficial nymphomaniac.

I just sat up and didn't have time to type the first word.

The message from the other side came.

--knew.

——I will have a good rest in the future.

Song Wanyue paused.

They were just a few simple words, but they seemed to have some kind of magic that attracted her to read them over and over again.

She imagined his voice, imagined his tone, and slowly read the words in her mind.

He might have a helpless tone, or he might even indulge himself.

Or maybe.

Song Wanyue's face gradually turned red.

His tone was gentle, with a hint of smile.

She repeated the sentence in the tone she imagined: "Got it. I will have a good rest next time." After she

finished reading it, she shyly rolled around on the bed holding her phone.

She didn't even realize that she had become more and more dependent on him recently.

In the past, I would talk to my parents about problems, but now I talk to him first.

Her face turned red and she acted coquettishly to him in a wronged manner.

[Wanwan couldn't finish eating: But I still couldn't sleep.] 】

She went further and said: English songs seem to help me sleep.

The hint was almost plastered directly on his face.

Song Wanyue waited anxiously with the phone in her hand, afraid that he would refuse, afraid that he would pretend not to understand.

As time passed, she became increasingly disappointed in her waiting.

Then the phone rang.

It was him who called.

Song Wanyue's heart was pounding. This feeling was different from when he usually gave her lectures.

She swallowed, steadied her breathing, and then dared to press the answer button.

He put the phone to his ear and buried his face in the pillow.

She thought that if there was someone around, they would be able to see that her whole body was red.

His voice was very pleasant, clear and deep, and it reached her ears across the ocean through electromagnetic waves.

It's a bit untrue.

"What do you want to hear?"

he asked her in a calm tone.

Song Wanyue's heart was gripped: "Whatever...whatever."

When she said whatever, he really picked a song at random, probably one that he was familiar with.

Singing a cappella, without accompaniment.

The lyrics were all in English, and given Song Wanyue's English level at the time, she could only understand some simple words.

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high

There\'sa land that I heard of once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream really doe true

......

When he sings, there is a lazy and relaxed feeling, and his pronunciation is very casual. Unlike many singers who cover English songs, they are particularly concerned about this aspect, to the point that it feels like they are trying too hard.

Song Wanyue didn't expect that he could be so gentle when singing.

He must be wearing headphones, so the sound is very close to her.

It was as if he was singing softly in her ear.

She could even hear his breathing during those few seconds of pause.

Even and smooth.

She could roughly imagine what he looked like, with fair skin, not-so-deep double eyelid folds, peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

He is tall and thin, and he mentioned once that he is slightly nearsighted.

So you should wear glasses occasionally.

What style of glasses will he wear?

Rimless glasses? Still wearing glasses with gold rims.

No matter which one, he must be gentle, handsome and elegant.

During the time she was fantasizing, he finally finished singing the song and was now silent.

Seems to be waiting for her comment.

Song Wanyue opened her eyes and praised it without reservation: It sounds really nice.

A very light laugh rang in her ears across the electromagnetic waves of the Atlantic Ocean.

It was as if the calm spring water was rippling with the breeze.

Accompanied by his words: Thank you.

Song Wanyue felt confused.

I feel confused.

She later searched for the song and found the translation of the lyrics.

Somewhere in Ann Arbor there is a broken traffic light

It flashes slowly, for only one spectator.

It is a boy who can only feel safe at night.

He stays up all night because

there is an empty parking lot somewhere in Ann Arbor.

He likes to look up at the moon there

and wonder where he went wrong. He feels like he is imprisoned

and prays that things will turn around soon

. Looking at these lyrics, she doesn't know why, she feels that he is unhappy

even though he has never complained to her.

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Shizuka's voice brought her back to reality from her memories. She was still trying to sort out Song Wanyue's abnormal attitude towards Duan Baiting.

"People only feel wronged in everything when they are facing the people they depend on and like."

Shizuka is a veteran in the love field. She has had many relationships, both those that were just for sex and those that involved real love.

So she thought she saw things more clearly than Song Wanyue.

Song Wanyue refused to be persuaded: "Then I should be more dependent on him. It's hard not to be dependent on someone like him. Anyone who stays with him for a long time will be like this."

Shizuka poured cold water on her mercilessly: "Others don't have the opportunity to stay with him for a long time."

The ringing of a cell phone in the living room saved Song Wanyue, who was losing in this "debate".

She walked out of the room puzzled, not knowing whose cell phone was left here.

When she saw the caller ID of the phone on the sofa, she recognized it was from Duan Baiting.

I know it's impolite to answer someone's call casually, but every call from Duan Baiting seems to be very important.

After all, not many people know his private number.

Worried about delaying his work, after some hesitation, she picked up the phone and answered the call.

The soft tone seemed a little hesitant because of some uncertainty: "Hello?"

The other party raised his voice and smiled unseriously: "Oh, it's a woman who answered the phone?"

Song Wanyue pursed her lips. She didn't have a very good first impression of this person.

She didn't speak.

The other party didn't care about her silence at all, and smiled: "Little sister, please let Kian answer the phone."

Hearing his name, Song Wanyue was stunned. She thought she had heard it wrong: "Kian?"

The other party smiled even more: "Why, you follow Duan Baiting and don't even know his English name?"