After modification, enter the love game

"That's true." Jiang Mu smiled gloatingly, "It's impossible for a man to be so powerful."

"Not necessarily." Li Hua said.

"Haha, you are kidding." Jiang Mu sneered, "One of the essences of love is possession, from which comes satisfaction and possessiveness, the satisfaction of owning the other person, and the possessiveness of wanting to always own each other... You are too young to tell me this."

He had handled many similar cases when he was a lawyer.

It’s really hard to believe how solid something like “love” is.

Instead, I have witnessed time and again how vulnerable love is to reality.

"Really?" Li Hua asked.

"Of course it's true." Jiang Mu said.

Forget about others, Jiang Mu understands the nature of this world too well.

In a world where the rate of true love is ridiculously high, how can we tolerate the existence of other people in a relationship?

Jiang Mu said firmly:

"If there really is one, I'll write my name backwards!"

Li Hua smiled and said nothing more.

It turns out that there really is such a thing as those who are in a position of power being confused, Li Hua thought.

Even Jiang Mu is the same.

——So, is it possible?

Of course it is possible.

Impulse will be worn away by time, and perhaps true love will too.

Time is indeed a great power.

Family affairs, daily necessities.

No matter how much true love there is, it will always be erased little by little by these things.

The vows carved on stone will also be quietly wiped away by the wind.

But what if it’s deeper?

When you are absolutely unique to that person.

When the position you hold in someone's heart is enough to outweigh the mere possessiveness.

When the other person's entire life is shaped and deduced by you, and even if you do not exist, there will be no such thing as "life".

It is light, it is sun, it is rain, it is rainbow.

By then, will the so-called "possessiveness" really be that useful?

You are a die-hard fan of the "happy ending", my dear son.

Have you ever thought about it.

After the "perfect ending" of the story, the story is indeed over and the writing stops.

But after the "perfect ending" of reality, reality has to continue.

Time still runs and the ink still flows.

...So do you think that the "ending" that you created with your own hands will affect you in return?

As one of the people who knows Jiang Mu best in the world.

Li Hua sincerely looks forward to the day when Jiang Mu's name is reversed.

For him as a matchmaker, the excitement at that time was absolutely the supreme enjoyment.

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However, compared to the excitement of the "epilogue", daily happiness is also important.

So Li Hua said, "By the way, you just mentioned cooking. Are you cooking for the eldest daughter of the Xuanyuan family?"

Jiang Mu nodded.

He didn't intend to hide it from Li Hua.

Li Hua will know it anyway.

"Sure enough." Li Hua said, "If my guess is correct, you should be worrying about what to do. After all, you can't just ask an anorexic patient what his favorite flavor is."

"Then my visit to Xuanyuan Clan wasn't in vain."

Li Hua chuckled.

"Don't accuse me of mistreating my adopted son. That young lady's favorite flavor was... sugar."

NO.7 Snow, Pajama Girl, and Games

Jiang Mu came out of the cinema and rubbed his aching brow.

He turned his head and looked out the window. It was white, the white of snow.

A closed room always makes people ignore the passage of time. It was late autumn in November when I was admitted to the hospital, and now it is snowing in December.

The snow fluttered towards the glass like butterflies, hit it, and then flew to the side.

Then I remembered Mr. Wang's "Grape Monthly": "The snow fell quietly, the orchard was all white, no sound could be heard, and the grapes were sleeping in the cellar covered with white snow."

The young man got out of bed, opened the window boldly, took a deep breath of cold air, and then exhaled a puff of white mist.

I vomited it out along with the tiredness of learning to cook.

Li Hua's intelligence is always reliable.

He said Her Royal Highness the Princess likes sweets, so Her Royal Highness the Princess must like sweets.

As the saying goes, as long as your thinking does not slip, there are always more yellow-haired men than virgins. Just because Liu Bujun himself does not teach Jiang Mu how to cook does not mean that Jiang Mu cannot learn from movies.

Liu Bujun is a banquet master. In that movie, the whole banquet he prepared for the old lady actually included a dessert that was the highlight - sweet potato with sugar.

Jiang Mu has been learning this for this month.

The young man looked at the snow for a while and closed the window again.

The cold current is blocked by the glass, and the warm air makes the body relax.

"What day is today?"

When Jiang Mu went to pour some water, a message came on his cell phone.

【Lü Long'er: Are you there? 】

【Jiang Mu: Yes. 】

【Lü Long'er: ...What does "can be" mean? 】

[Jiang Mu: I can mean that even though I am about to sneak out to take a look, if you want to ask me to play games, I can give up this jailbreak plan, send you a message saying "I am here", and then go to turn on the computer.]

Miss Slug on the other side of the screen couldn't help laughing.

Wrapped in the quilt, my body feels warm.

Of course, she would never tell anyone about this.

[Lü Long'er: Then come on, the Christmas event of "Dispute" just starts today, let's team up together. ]

[Lü Long'er initiated a voice call to you. ]

She consciously abided by the agreement with Jiang Mu that "you must talk on the phone when playing games."

Jiang Mu answered the call.

"Can you hear me?" he asked.

"I can hear you." Lu Long'er replied.

"I do not believe."

Lu Longer: “…”

There are so many flaws in this sentence that our Miss Slug doesn't know what to complain about.

"Then how can you believe it?" she asked cooperatively.

"Describe your current state."

Jiang Mu immediately revealed his true purpose.

This girl is too afraid of meeting people. She must undergo some desensitization training.

"Description" can exercise language skills, and "current state" can help girls adapt to "showing themselves to others."

And because the above content is all separated by the screen, the degree is just right.

In order to make Lu Long'er feel more normal, Jiang has really put a lot of effort into it.

Lu Long'er hesitated for a while.

"Well... I'm sitting in front of the computer now, wrapped in a thick blanket, and the heater is on in the room, so I'm not cold."

She stammered, "The clothes are Gengar's one-piece pajamas. They are furry, warm, and very comfortable. The bra and panties are both Hello Kitty pink."

Jiang Mu: "..."

Good news, desensitization training works well.

The bad news is a little too good.

"...Don't go into such detail next time."

"Huh? Oh."

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"Can you hear it now?" the girl asked.

"Oh, I can really hear it. I just heard you say you were wearing Gengar's pajamas, and then the microphone went off. Maybe the signal in the hospital is not that good."

Jiang Mu considerately helped Lu Long'er cover up the embarrassment of accidentally revealing the color of her underwear.

"Oh, the last sentence just now said that the bra and panties are both Hello Kitty pink."

Lu Long'er considerately repeated it to Jiang Mu who didn't hear it.

Jiang Mu: "..."

Forget it, let’s move on from this topic.

He typed in the password and logged into the game.

"What does this event require?" Jiang Mu skillfully opened the email and collected the rewards.

"A new map has been opened, with new NPCs, new quest lines, and new dungeons."

When talking about games, Lu Long'er spoke very quickly.

"The mission is to clear that new dungeon, get an event item called [Santa's Candy Cane], and then go to the NPC to get a new mount called [Santa's Elk]...

I looked and found that there are two types of dungeons, one for one person and one for a group of three people, and the rewards are similar. "

"Okay, you have the final say." Jiang Mu said cheerfully, "Boss, please take me with you, Boss, please support me, Boss, can I hold your thigh?"

Wrapped in the quilt, Lu Long'er subconsciously looked at her legs.

The air conditioner hummed, shaking away the white snow. The room was very warm, so warm that she could wrap herself in the quilt without wearing anything on the lower body.

The soft skin and clean and slender outline look like a straight work of art.

The girl's face flushed: "No hug!"

Jiang Mu asked “Huh?” in confusion.

"...No, it's okay." Lu Long'er said quickly, "I was just...joking! Yes, it was a joke!"

After a pause, he asked weakly, "Isn't it funny?"

Jiang Mu: "..."

The young man immediately gave a fake smile full of emotion.