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Logically speaking, Song Wanyue shouldn't cry. This is not the first time.

But her eyes still turned red.

She lowered her head and refused to let Duan Baiting see her, saying that her makeup would definitely be ruined by crying and she would look ugly.

Duan Baiting smiled and said, "Not ugly, very good-looking."

Song Wanyue insisted that he was just trying to fool her and didn't believe him.

Out of desperation, Duan Baiting could only take her to the deck.

The lights were dim, the yacht had already started, and the sea breeze was gentle.

He gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, but did not let go of her face, instead he gently rubbed her cheeks.

"I just feel that before you married me, you had already received a lot of love and care, so even your birthday must have been lively. You can't have a lonely birthday just because you married me."

Duan Baiting had never thought that there would be such a day.

I would worry about wronging her.

She was originally a rose that was born in a castle and was pampered and protected.

She lacks nothing. But what I can give her is still too little.

He only had money, and it seemed that the only thing he could give her was money.

Song Wanyue just shed tears silently, and since it was night, it was hard to see how many tears there were on her face.

So when she opened her mouth, the hoarseness of her voice really scared Duan Baiting.

"I don't feel wronged."

After saying this, even she was shocked.

Then she cried even harder, "Wuwuwuwu, why has my voice become so ugly?"

Duan Baiting smiled helplessly. Sometimes he felt like he had raised a daughter.

I often cry until my eyes are swollen and my voice is hoarse.

He poured her a glass of water to moisten her throat. After drinking the water, Song Wanyue said her feet hurt again.

Duan Baiting pulled the chair next to her and sat down. He knelt on one knee and took off her high heels for her. He placed his fingertips on her ankle and pressed gently.

"I'm afraid there's no one in the world who is more pampered than you."

She lowered her body aggrievedly, her flat belly pressed against her thighs. It was one of the few times she experienced the feeling of looking down at him. Unexpectedly not bad.

She complained aggrievedly: "You think I'm too delicate."

There is no one else like her who is good at misinterpreting other people's meanings.

Duan Baiting took off the shoe on her other foot as well. When he raised his head and looked straight ahead, he could see the spring light of her collar falling down when she leaned over.

His composure allowed him to calmly pull up her coat to cover her chest.

When Song Wanyue faced Duan Baiting, she, who weighed less than 90 pounds, seemed to weigh 80 pounds of rebellious energy.

He had just tidied her clothes, but she insisted on tearing them apart.

The waist is bent even lower, and the bra is a strapless, half-covered, gathered type, shaped like two inverted bowls.

It is made of the best white jade, smooth and white.

Duan Baiting could only try his best not to look.

Her teasing voice was in his ears, like a spring breeze lingering around his ears.

She deliberately teased and seduced her: "You are so good to me, aren't you afraid that I will abandon you and run away with someone else one day?"

Duan Baiting was silent for a while, and when he raised his head again, he did not answer her.

Instead, he asked in a calm tone: "Will it?"

Of course not.

But Song Wanyue still shook her head with a malicious look: "I don't know either. Who knows what will happen in the future?"

Duan Baiting was not annoyed, but just smiled: "Your legs are on your body. If you really want to run, I can't stop you."

Not seeing the reaction she wanted, Song Wanyue said sarcastically: "It seems that Mr. Duan is very generous."

It was as expected. Duan Baiting is a man whose emotions are stable to the point of being almost heartless.

Expecting him to be jealous and vying for attention like ordinary people is simply a foolish dream.

This guy is fun to tease, but also boring.

It's only interesting when he reacts. Most of the time, he was unmoved, and his eyes were as if he was looking at an ignorant child.

Duan Baiting didn't say anything else. He looked down at her heels and roughly estimated that they were about ten centimeters high.

It was so thin that it was almost as thick as her finger.

Sometimes he really wondered how she could go out normally wearing such shoes, given her delicate personality, who would complain of being tired after walking a few steps.

He called the crew on board and asked them to prepare a pair of slippers and send them to the deck.

While she was on the call, Song Wanyue's phone vibrated.

It's a WeChat message.

She unlocked the screen and took a look. The message was sent to her by a boy in the exam group.

In order to prepare for subsequent exams, she joined several groups and occasionally shared some study materials in the groups.

Previously, she found typing in the group too troublesome, so she sent a voice message and the other party added her directly.

He said her voice sounded familiar, asked her if she had been to the library in recent days, and even told her the seat number where she usually sat.

Song Wanyue was shocked and asked him who he was vigilantly.

The other person introduced himself, saying that his name was Bai Xu, that he also often went to that library, and that he sat behind her.

Because she would occasionally chat with the boy sitting next to her, I remembered her voice. I just felt that it was very familiar, so I asked tentatively.

Song Wanyue felt a little embarrassed. After all, in a quiet place like the library, when she was tired of studying, she would lower her voice and chat with Xiao He.

——Sorry to bother you?

The other party replied immediately.

——No, no. I was under a lot of mental pressure during that time, and it was quite relaxing to hear you guys talking.

Song Wanyue thought carefully about what she and Xiao He had said.

It seemed to be some gossip about the neighbors, all of which Xiao He had collected for her from everywhere.

In short, starting with this incident, whenever Song Wanyue went to the library, Bai Xu would take the initiative to come over and say hello.

But there isn't much contact.

Today I also looked at the photos Xiao He posted on his Moments. Judging from the background, they should be at a banquet.

The caption reads: Happy birthday to the beautiful Song.

Bai Xu then found out that today was Song Wanyue's birthday, so he sent a message to congratulate her.

【Bai Xu: Happy birthday.】 I just found out about this now, so I didn't have time to prepare a birthday present for you. I'll make it up to you next time. /Cute]

Song Wanyue was not familiar with him, but she didn't want to hit someone who smiled at her. Besides, he obviously talked more with Xiao He on weekdays.

I was too lazy to communicate with him, so I just treated him as a passerby I met on the road and said hello perfunctorily.

I replied expressionlessly: Thank you, I accept your blessing, I will consider it as your birthday present to me.

After sending the message, she locked her phone and placed it on the table beside her.

The waiter had already come out with slippers and the person had already gone in.

Duan Baiting looked indifferent as he helped her put on her slippers.

It was a bit too big, and looked a bit empty when hanging on her feet.

His tone was nonchalant, and he asked casually, "Whose news?"

He asked casually, and Song Wanyue answered casually, "No one, you don't know him."

In her opinion, the other party was the kind of person who didn't need to be introduced at all.

So there is no need to explain too much to Duan Baiting.

Duan Baiting nodded, his tone neither light nor heavy.

"Really?"

He was still rubbing her ankles even though he had already put on his shoes. Just as Song Wanyue was about to stand up, he pressed her shoulders back down.

"Wait a little longer." He lowered his eyelashes and spoke slowly, "If the blood clot is not dissolved, it will be swollen tomorrow."

"Oh." Song Wanyue sat obediently and didn't move anymore.

In fact, looking down at him like this, Song Wanyue still felt some inexplicable sense of superiority.

The superior who appears to be pure and innocent in front of outsiders is willing to bow his head and do such things as massaging her feet and shoulders.

Song Wanyue's vanity quickly swelled.

Besides her vanity, her lustful heart also swelled.

She reached out and scratched his chin, her fingers slowly stretching out into an intimate caress.

Finally, he touched all the way down along the neck.

I placed my fingers on his prominent Adam's apple, and could even trace its shape through the thin barrier of skin and flesh.

Every time she poked it with her finger, Duan Baiting swallowed subconsciously, causing it to slide along his fingertips.

Song Wanyue found it interesting and tried it a few more times.

Duan Baiting's breathing became a little heavier. He held her wrist and stopped her from making any more excessive movements.

He warned in a deep voice: "Okay, we're not at home now."

This was to remind her to be careful.

Not only did she not get any advantage, but she was also scolded. Song Wanyue snorted unhappily.

She also disliked him touching her wrist with the hand that had just massaged her feet.

"It's so dirty."

Knowing that she was being petty, Duan Baiting pretended not to see it and took out a wet towel to wipe it carefully: "Try to wear comfortable shoes these days. Your feet have new wounds on top of old ones, and they are already swollen."

She nodded and said perfunctorily that she understood.

Her eyes looked around, sometimes at the sea view, sometimes at the sky, but never at him.

Duan Baiting pondered for a moment, stood up, and threw the wet wipes in his hand into the trash can next to him.

He dragged a chair over and moved it next to her.

As he sat down, he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt with one hand. He

made the final concession: "Five minutes."

Song Wanyue got what she wanted, and reached out to touch him with a smile: "It would have been better if you did this earlier. Today is my birthday, and you still don't let me."

Seeing that she was about to expand the scope, Duan Baiting gently blocked her with his hand: "Only the top."

She blinked innocently: "Why not the bottom?"

"..."

Knowing that she did it on purpose, and having no way to deal with her, his temples tightened and his throat was a little tight.

The words he said were rarely relaxed: "There are guests inside, we can't take too long."

Song Wanyue understood immediately. What he meant was that once he touched her down there, it would take more than five minutes.

She whistled with a levity that didn't suit her.

I don't know who he learned this from, but he looks like a gangster who flirts with girls on the street.

Duan Baiting suppressed his smile: "What a look."

Song Wanyue pursed her lips guiltily: "Okay."

She learned this from Shizuka. Shizuka would whistle at a handsome guy she liked in a bar.

It is indeed used to tease people.

Song Wanyue sincerely felt that most of the time, Duan Baiting was more like her second father than her husband.

No, her father was at least kind and doting to her, unlike him who controlled everything for her.

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She was very busy those days, as the exam was approaching and she was under a lot of pressure.

Duan Baiting said she didn't need him to accompany her.

"I get distracted easily when you're around me."

Aunt Qin made soup for her, and Duan Baiting specially served her a bowl.

Hearing her words: "Distance?"

Song Wanyue's gaze became meaningful and wandered over him: "We are a single man and a single woman, how can we be distracted?"

"..." Duan Baiting understood and put down the bowl, "Call me if you need anything."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Song Wanyue hurried to stop him: "Are you really leaving? You won't stay with me?"

The grievance in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Duan Baiting did hesitate for a moment in the face of her pretended grievance, and finally took a look at the review materials on her desk.

It is better to rationally prioritize: "Study hard, it's the last month, don't let your efforts go to waste."

After saying this, the man opened the door and left.

Song Wanyue stared at the closed door in disbelief and almost laughed out of anger.

This guy is addicted to being his dad, right? ?

But what he said is true. It's the last few months. If I don't study hard, I will have to fight hard for another year.

Duan Baiting even used his power to give her a long vacation.

Xiao He called to express his sympathy and asked her if she was sick.

She told him that she was not sick and was concentrating on preparing for the exam at home, with someone taking care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation.

——Duan Baiting.

Basically, he did everything that could be done by him.

As for the exam, even if he could really help her, Song Wanyue knew in her heart that Duan Baiting was unwilling to help her take the back door in such matters.

"No one can help you for your whole life. Many things will only truly belong to you if you learn them by yourself."

This is what he said to her most often.

Every time he talked about this, his expression was serious.

Different from usual, this was not the cold Duan Baiting, nor was he the Duan Baiting who had no way to deal with her.

He wanted her to be who she wanted to be.

It turns out he remembered everything.

When he was still Kian and I was just an ordinary senior high school student. She secretly told him her ideal of becoming a great lawyer.

"You remember it all."

This sentence had nothing to do with the previous text, it had no beginning or end, but he still understood it.

He nodded, poured her a glass of water, and replaced the coffee on the table: "You'd better drink less of this, it's too late."

Song Wanyue was moved, but she began to find fault with his words in a nonsensical way: "You just said that no one can help me for a lifetime. Won't you? You are my husband, you won't help me for a lifetime. Doesn't that mean you won't be with me for a lifetime? Do you want to divorce me?"

Duan Baiting stopped what he was doing abruptly, he frowned, a little displeased: "Don't talk nonsense."

If his subordinates saw his current appearance, they would probably be so scared that they couldn't say a word.

But she is not afraid. Because I know that the person who is really anxious and scared is Duan Baiting.

"Why do you react so strongly every time I mention divorce?"

She was sitting on the desk that Duan Baiting usually used for his work, which was tailor-made according to his height. For Song Wanyue, it is still a little high.

Sitting on the chair, her feet did not touch the floor, and her two straight and slender legs were dangling from side to side under her loose and soft home pants.

She spoke softly and coquettishly, "Duan Baiting, are you so afraid that I will divorce you? My mother always says that I am clingy, but I feel that it is you who is more clingy to me."

Duan Baiting said nothing, turned his back silently, and took out a few books from the bookshelf.

Song Wanyue insisted: "Didn't you notice that you came to the study several times today. You came in the morning and took a book and left, and came back ten minutes later to put the book back. Half an hour later, you came in again to pour me tea, and half an hour later, you brought in a plate of fruit. As for the afternoon..."

She counted on her fingers: "You came in seven times in the afternoon... Oh, no, it should be eight times including this time."

Duan Baiting: "..."

Song Wanyue pretended to be embarrassed: "You always come in and out like this, which affects my study."

Nothing could be seen from the man's back, including his voice at this moment, which was extremely plain.

He picked up the book on the table: "Well, I won't disturb you then, just concentrate on your studies." He

opened the door and went out, his movements very light, leaving only the faint sandalwood scent in the air as proof that he had been to this place.

Song Wanyue always felt that teasing Duan Baiting was a very interesting thing.

After eating some of the fruit that Duan Baiting brought her, she could guess from the size and neatness of the cut pieces that they were made by Duan Baiting.

This man strives for perfection in everything he does, even if it's just cutting fruit.

Although he seldom does such things.

After finishing the fruit, she spread out the book, took out her notebook and pen, and was about to continue studying.

After a knock on the door, the man pushed the door open, still holding the book he had just taken out.

He coughed unnaturally, avoiding Song Wanyue's sight, and walked straight to the sofa next to him: "...You study, I'll read a book next to you, I won't disturb you."