Xu Qingzhu truly couldn't understand it.
Fortunately, she wasn't one to dwell on these things, but now that she'd calmed down, this question had popped into her head.
She did not heed Shen Hui's answer, nor did she force herself to figure it out.
I just think: let nature take its course.
Many things don't necessarily need answers, especially in matters of the heart.
What good is having the answer?
Ninety percent of things in this world can be accomplished independently, so you need to have a firm goal and find the right direction. But only emotions require two people to build.
It's not up to one person to make the decisions.
There's no point in her agonizing over it.
Moreover, the most important thing right now is Minghui Jewelry.
She has thought this through very clearly.
Just as she was lost in thought, a clear voice rang in her ears, "The water is full."
Xu Qingzhu then came to her senses and realized that the water in the pool had overflowed. She immediately turned off the tap and pressed the water outlet.
Clear water flowed down the outlet.
She said gently, "Thank you."
But he was momentarily stunned when he saw the other person's face.
"It's you." Xu Qingzhu said in a low voice, with a hint of disbelief.
"Hmm." Without Zhao Xuning present, Shen Hui showed no hostility towards her and answered in a very casual tone, "It's me."
After washing her hands, Shen Hui took out two pieces of paper from the side and slowly wiped her fingers.
Her fingers were very white, slender and long, with not very long nails, and no manicures, making them look beautiful and clean.
After she finished doing everything, she noticed Xu Qingzhu staring intently at her, then smiled and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
"No." Xu Qingzhu then came to her senses, chuckled, and praised in a very sincere tone, "You are so beautiful, I was mesmerized."
"Oh?" Shen Hui was surprised. She pointed to the mirror. "Hasn't your own face raised the bar for your aesthetic sense?"
Xu Qingzhu was speechless.
The two were not acquainted and had only met once.
But after wiping her hands, Shen Hui handed Xu Qingzhu a face powder compact.
Xu Qingzhu asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Shen Hui pressed the side of her neck. "Look in the mirror."
Xu Qingzhu then turned around, and only when she turned her head to the side did she see a purplish-blue mark on the right side of her neck.
—Strawberry mark.
Her eyes were filled with panic; it was the first time she had encountered such a situation.
I felt a little ashamed.
Shen Hui said, "Just cover it up."
Xu Qingzhu took out a face powder and pressed a thick layer onto her neck, but because her skin was fair, the powder couldn't cover it completely.
In addition, she was flustered, and most of the powder from the compact scattered elsewhere.
Shen Hui couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she took the powder compact from Xu Qingzhu's hand, pressed the powder puff with her fingers, then shook it a few times on the back of her hand before leaning closer to Xu Qingzhu.
The sudden approach of the stranger made Xu Qingzhu a little nervous; she couldn't adapt to this unexpected closeness.
Even breathing stopped.
Shen Hui noticed her nervousness and immediately took a half step back, retreating to a safe distance that made her feel at ease.
“I’m an Omega,” Shen Hui said. “So I didn’t mean to flirt with you.”
Her voice was cold, but not hostile.
Xu Qingzhu knew she had misunderstood, and immediately explained, "I know, it's my own problem. I can't adapt to this kind of close proximity."
"And the hickey on your neck?" Shen Hui teased, then reached out to touch up her makeup.
Shen Hui's powder compact is effective, and her technique is also excellent.
It covered up most of the strawberry mark.
But it's simply impossible to completely cover it up.
Even so, you can't tell unless you look closely.
Xu Qingzhu thanked her.
Shen Hui put away the powder compact and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, I've always liked pretty girls."
Xu Qingzhu felt like she was being teased, but then Shen Hui said, "Consider this an apology for hurting you earlier. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
She simply hurt Zhao Xuning.
Xu Qingzhu replied, "It's alright, but may I ask, what is your relationship with Dr. Zhao?"
Shen Hui paused for a moment, then asked, "Do I have to answer?"
"..."
Shen Hui's question was very serious, without any ripples, yet it inexplicably gave people a sense of oppression.
Xu Qingzhu was about to say no, but Shen Hui said, "If I had to summarize, it would probably be—"
"An enemy with whom I've shared a bed."
//
Liang Shi woke up at night. The night was dark, and the lights outside were on, but all she could see was a desolate white.
Her head was throbbing, and it felt like her brain was about to explode.
It took a long time to recover.
As if she had just survived a battle, she lay on the hospital bed, staring at the pure white ceiling, panting heavily, before scattered memories returned to her mind.
This includes her memories of going to Zheng Feiran for psychological counseling.
To be precise, it should be the original owner.
The original owner went to see Zheng Feiran, had a mental illness test, and had a consultation and medication record.
But why did she stop going later?
In my dream, that memory was fragmented.
The original owner kept pulling and tugging, unwilling to show it to her.
Moreover, his memory of meeting Zheng Feiran is not entirely complete; he remembers some minor, harmless questions.
But she had forgotten everything that had driven her mad.
But the most vivid memories are those from when she was in a coma.
It felt as if two people were truly pulling at her from within, desire and reason separating, making her unlike herself.
It seems that only by getting close to Xu Qingzhu can one be soothed.
I remember everything.
she……
I had promised Xu Qingzhu before that I wouldn't hurt her.
But it seems they didn't manage to do it.
Liang Shi slapped his head in frustration, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and let out a heavy sigh.
She remembered every touch: fingers landing on that soft spot, tightly embracing her slender waist, even the tip of her tongue lightly touching her neck.
His teeth rubbed against her skin, like an insatiable vampire of the night.
...
"Awake?" Zhao Xuning pushed open the door first and asked in a cold voice, "Are you hungry?"
Liang Shi looked at her and asked familiarly, "What happened to me?"
"When triggered, the susceptible period kicks in, so..." Zhao Xuning paused, then gave a deathly smile, "What do you think?"
Liang Shi: "..."
With a hint of despair, she asked, "What position would look best for me to die?"
"Don't die in the hospital," Zhao Xuning said. "You're more likely to be saved."
“You don’t have to save me,” Liang Shi said.
Zhao Xuning: "Violation of professional ethics."
Liang Shi: "..."
Zhao Xuning checked her information and asked coldly, "What did you dream about?"
"What's wrong?"
“While you were unconscious, your brainwaves showed severe fluctuations,” Zhao Xuning said. “Simply put, you may have had nightmares during that time.”
Liang Shi: "..."
She didn't hide anything from Zhao Xuning and told her all the memories that appeared in her dream.
Zhao Xuning then asked her what it felt like to force Xu Qingzhu before she fell into a coma.
Liang Shi: "..."
She felt a pang of guilt and didn't want to recall it.
Every memory is like a slap in the face to the promises once made with such conviction.
Zhao Xuning asked very detailed questions and hoped that she could accurately describe her feelings at the time.