I go north, you go south

"Abei, from now on... don't always be like this, okay?"

The two of them were sitting on the hanging chair on the balcony together.While Nan Zishu was carefully disinfecting the wound on Ling Bei's lip with a cotton swab dipped in salt water, he couldn't control his trembling voice and asked him, "Does it... hurt?"

Ling Bei's hands were tied around her waist.When he lowered his eyes and saw Nan Zishu's brows that had never relaxed, he couldn't help but raise his hand to gently touch it, and said with a smile: "Shu Shu seems to be in more pain than me."

"Who wants to care about you, a heartless guy?"

When Nan Zishu heard his muffled laughter, she became a little angry and deliberately increased the movements of her hands: "It hurts to death. You deserve it. Whoever wants to feel sorry for you should feel sorry for you. It just so happens that I love you so much that I can remarry quickly...ah!" "

"Can you say that again……"

Unexpectedly, Ling Bei didn't care about the sudden pain on his lips, but tightened his arms around Nan Zishu's waist: "On the second day after the wedding, he started cursing his husband, and he couldn't wait to remarry... Nan Zishu, have I made you too comfortable?"

Nan Zishu was forced to look up at him.Not sure what she was thinking of, she pursed her lips and suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "Ling Bei, you are a bastard!"

"In addition to deliberately lying to me about feeling sorry for me, what else can you do?"

She stared at Ling Bei's bright red lips stained with blood for a moment, her eyes pretending to be evil, but she couldn't hide the distress and helplessness in her eyes.

"Yes, this is the only trick I have."

The corners of Ling Bei's raised lips were full of a confident smile: "But isn't that enough? Isn't Shu Shu...still under my control?"

Nan Zishu suddenly felt sour in his heart.

Why did Ling Bei always use this method to please her...

Does he really not care about his body that much?Indulging him again and again, today is just a piece of flesh on the lips, what will happen if he gets worse in the future?
Thinking of this, Nan Zishu closed his eyes and looked away from Ling Bei.

She threw the cotton swab in her hand onto the small table, then broke free from Ling Bei's restraints and stood up to leave.

Just the moment she turned around, Nan Zishu's tears flowed down quite unsatisfactorily.

Sure enough, in the next second, before Nan Zishu could take a step forward, he fell back into the very familiar embrace.

"Shu Shu!"

Ling Bei's trembling voice added: "So Shushu... I was wrong."

"It's wrong, it's wrong, I always say I'm wrong!"

Nan Zishu said slightly angrily while struggling to get rid of Ling Bei's restraints.However, this time he seemed to be afraid that she would slip away unexpectedly again, so even if Nan Zishu tried his best, he could not break free from Ling Bei's arms.

So she had no choice but to let out a long sigh as if she was resigned to her fate: "I've never seen you change your mind."

"What do you want?"

Ling Bei said hurriedly: "As long as you tell me, I will do whatever you say."

Nan Zishu was silent for a moment.

After a long while, she slowly turned around from Ling Bei's arms. Sure enough, what she saw was his fragile and confused expression.

Nan Zishu couldn't help but reached out and held Ling Bei's face, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

"Does it still hurt?"

Nan Zishu gently brushed the place where she had just kissed with his fingertips.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Ling Bei shook his head like a child who made a mistake but was forgiven: "It doesn't hurt at all."