his allure

Chapter 118 It's delicious, I really like it
So at that moment, she just wanted to escape.

Zheng lightly held back many emotions, and finally said with a smile, "Okay."

After that, she put the book back in the bookcase and walked quickly towards him.

At dinner time, Lu Xicheng took out the little cake she gave him from his pocket.

The cake was crushed out of shape, Zheng looked at it lightly, and recalled the scene this afternoon, feeling ashamed and shy: "Don't eat it, it's already cold, it's not tasty."

Zheng Qingqing's mind was buzzing.

She doesn't know what's wrong with herself, and sometimes, she can't explain her behavior well.For example, this afternoon, in front of so many people, she took out such food and gave it to Lu Xicheng.

How can you not be embarrassed under the eyes of everyone?

She was really afraid, really afraid that the old things would happen again.

So at this moment, Zheng Weiwei stopped him, his heartbeat was already on the verge of disorder.

But Lu Xicheng didn't speak, he just smiled and ate all the cakes gracefully.That gesture was like eating some delicacy.

After that, he wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk towel, raised his head and looked at her: "It's light, it's delicious, I really like it."

Zheng Weiwei was stunned for a while, and then, the tears gradually became heavier, gathered into an exclamation mark, and fell down.

She spoke with such a strong cry: "Xicheng, I'm afraid."

The smile on Lu Xicheng's face was finally covered by pain a little bit.

He looked at her as if he were looking at a piece of fragile porcelain, and even his eyes were cautious: "Gently, I am the best psychiatrist in China. Trust me, I won't let anything happen to you."

He slowly walked in front of her, such a small distance, as if it took a lifetime of effort.His eyes were slightly stained red, he squatted down, and held her cool hands.

He looked at her with a soft but firm tone: "Gently, no matter how difficult it is, I'll be with you."

There is a phenomenon of family clustering of depression, and the closer the blood relationship, the higher the probability of depression.Therefore, the probability of depression among relatives of patients with depression is much higher than that of ordinary people, and their possibility of suffering from depression is about 10 to 30 times that of ordinary people.

That is, genetic factors play an important role in the pathogenesis of depression.

Zheng Weiqing's father, Zheng Liu, died of hereditary depression.

And his light, two years ago, also suffered from depression.

Now that those memories have come back, the probability of relapse is much higher than that of ordinary depressed patients, not only a lot.

The two sides were silent, and their hearts were full of depression.

The subject was brought up at last, in a way that could no longer be avoided.

Zheng Weiwei held back her tears, and even smiled at him. She kissed the corner of his lips, comforted him in turn, and said in a low voice, "Xicheng, we will all be fine."

At this moment, Lu Xicheng didn't feel relaxed, he watched the movement of the woman's hands in front of him, his eyes dimmed.

Zheng Qingqing unbuttoned his collar in front of him.

It was early autumn, and she only wore a cotton knitted skirt.The collar was unbuttoned, revealing a slender and fair neck.

She looked at him with bright eyes: "Xicheng..."

Lu Xicheng lowered his eyes and buttoned the buttons back one by one for her.

His fingertips were cold, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Gently, no."

His tone was very soft, and the mist between his brows and eyes was soft, like the snow that had just melted in the cold winter morning, so cold, clean, and clear.

(End of this chapter)