Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Song Yu's skin was firm and elastic, and his wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy and attractive luster under the dim candlelight.

In the past, she would have already started mopping up.

At this time, Pei Xiaoxiao was not in the mood to appreciate it.

She kept flashing through her mind the feeling of powerlessness when he fell to the ground in the evening and couldn't help him.

The difference in body shape between her and Song Yu is a bit big.

Don't look at him looking weak, but his eyes are full of tight muscles.

Muscle has more mass than fat.

Song Yu is nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighs not 170 catties, but [-] catties.

Song Yu could lift her up with one hand, but she couldn't move him even with all her strength.

Maybe... she should buy a manservant.

But if you directly mention it to Song Yu...

She was afraid that he would think wildly and feel that she was unwilling to take care of him, which would lead to negative emotions such as being abandoned, disgusted and desperate.

In fact, according to Song Yu's character and intelligence, he must understand the necessity of this.

Before he completely abolished it, he definitely wouldn't think too much about it.

but……

During this period of time, he was really wrong.

Although he kept comforting her, he said that he knew there would be such a day and was already prepared.

But without any psychological construction before the nightmare really came, it was futile.

The imagined pain is not a ten-thousandth of the real pain.

But now, what kind of emotions he is immersed in, she can't empathize with him, but she can spy on one or two.

She felt the eyes he occasionally fell on her, sad and worried about gains and losses.

He was actually very disturbed.

But he uses a mask of smile to hide his real emotion.

Pei Xiaoxiao had learned about a kind of mental illness in her previous life——sunshine depression.

Song Yu's recent state is very consistent with the symptoms of depression.

In order not to make people around him worry about him, the patient hides his negative emotions under a mask of smile.

This depression is scarier than normal depression.

Because it's secretive.

No one knows what stage his condition has reached.

The day when he is truly known is often the moment when he commits suicide.

In the previous life, there was a very famous male star who was tortured by depression without everyone knowing, and finally committed suicide.

The moment the report came out, the entire network was shocked.

Pei Xiaoxiao wondered if Song Yu would embark on this terrible path.

The male protagonist in the book was cured by the female protagonist before he was truly disabled.

Whenever the author writes about Song Yu's illness, he only says that he is silent.

Mental activities, emotions, there is no waste of ink.

It is more from the perspective of the heroine, telling how she loves the hero.

In contact with him in reality, Pei Xiaoxiao found that Song Yu was indeed good at covering up negative emotions in his heart with silence.

When he met her and Zhao Cheng on Zhengyang Street last time, it was rare for him to question her.

Such a person, the way to cover up now is no longer silence, but... laughing.

She faintly felt that Song Yu was about to run towards the direction of sunshine and depression.

Pei Xiaoxiao was very disturbed.

Especially thinking of his weird smile when he cleaned the room in the evening.

She felt like she was almost suffocating.

Pei Xiaoxiao was lost in thought, and Song Yu's eyes were also blank.

The place Pei Xiaoxiao kneaded for him unconsciously moved from the shoulder to the arm, and the force became lighter and lighter.

Song Yu subconsciously hammered his eyes.

Her fingers are small and slender, extraordinarily white and tender, like fine suet jade.

Pressing on his wheat-colored skin, it was like pressing on yellow mud.

The suet white jade fell into the mud, which made people feel very awkward.

Song Yu held her hand, and his eyes fell on her worried brows:
"Xiaoxiao, what are you thinking?"

Pei Xiaoxiao snapped back to her senses, and met her gaze.

There was a smile on his lips.

She took a deep breath, pretending to be relaxed and said:

"Master Song, what did you say you grew up on? Why are you so tall and heavy!"

Her exaggerated gestures.

Song Yu smiled and said, "Maybe the desserts you made support people."

"Hey, although this is the truth, don't you keep saying it, I will be proud."

Song Yu smiled.

"You're so heavy, I can't hold you today." Pei Xiaoxiao poked his chest and said in frustration, "I feel so useless."

"I'll be more careful in the future."

"It's hard to avoid accidents, isn't it? What if something extreme happens and bumps into you like today? Master Song is my darling. I will feel bad if you fall."

Song Yu: "..."

Greasy love words make people feel sweet and awkward.

Pei Xiaoxiao coughed lightly, pretending to be calm but cautiously suggested:
"Why don't we buy a male servant to serve you personally."

"Okay, listen to you."

Pei Xiaoxiao looked at him calmly.

Song Yu evoked a carefully measured arc of laughter again.

A pair of black eyes were as deep as a cold pool in a valley.

The flickering candlelight swayed left and right, and the light hit his eyes, but the reflection was still dark.

Pei Xiaoxiao couldn't see through his emotions, and felt more and more anxious.

You don't really think about it, you think she thinks he's a burden, right?
She thought to herself.

People with depression often experience lowered self-esteem, feelings of worthlessness, hopelessness, helplessness, and worthlessness.

Song Yu's legs were directly crippled, from being able to move freely to being unable to take care of herself.

It was almost at the speed of an elevator that made him feel more than a handful of those emotions from the reality level, branding a deep sense of frustration in his heart.

The fall in the afternoon probably strengthened his feelings.

Maybe she could try to improve his sense of self-worth?

After thinking about it, she hugged him and whispered:

"Master Song, today the sisters of the Liang family asked us when we would move out. They were always unable to open their businesses, and their income dropped sharply, which greatly affected the quality of life."

"What I'm doing now, I can't earn that much in a short period of time... Didn't you say last time that you can earn a few thousand taels in three months? I'm waiting for you to buy a house."

There was a faint light in Song Yu's eyes, and he lowered his head to meet her brown eyes.

Clean, clear, with attachment to him.

He smiled a bit: "I'll try to hurry... If the time is up and we can't buy a big house, let's rent another place first."

Pei Xiaoxiao's smile also became real.

She put her arms around his neck, rubbed her face against his slightly raised chin, and responded obediently: "Okay, listen to my husband."

The late autumn night was a bit chilly, Song Yu wrapped his arms around the person in his arms, pulled off the quilt, and covered each other's bodies.

The room fell into silence, two beating hearts were pressed together tightly, and two heads were thinking about their own thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, Pei Xiaoxiao felt that the long arms around her waist were getting tighter and tighter.

She even felt pain.

Pei Xiaoxiao looked up at him.

He was in a trance, and the movements of his hands were unconscious.

There are contradictions, trance, and confusion between the eyebrows.

Don't know what to think.

A person's demeanor and body language can best reflect a person's heart.

Is this psychological uneasiness, trying to hold on to something?

What is he afraid of?

Recent images flashed through her mind.

Song's mother, Song Ruiming, secretly feared that she would run away, Pei's mother secretly wept and worried about her daughter's future sorrow, and the Liang family sisters blatantly advised her not to hang herself from a tree...

Even though Song Yu himself didn't think she would abandon him, it was hard for him not to think about it under the hints from the people around him.

What's more, she just said that she would find another servant to take care of him.

Sighing, she clicked on the system panel, stared at the 1 on the points column, and thought secretly.

Before, the male and female protagonists were not punished for tearing their faces apart.

It was as if the main line had collapsed and she was free.

She kind of wanted to check it out.

also want……

Taking this opportunity to express his attitude, An Songyu's heart.

After making up her mind, she turned off the system panel, her eyes fell on his sexy thin lips, and she looked up to capture them precisely.

The cool fingertips caressed his warm chest, and slowly moved down.