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The entire afternoon, Luo Fini found it impossible to concentrate.
Make no mistake, she wasn't worried about Zhu Xue's health; rather, she was preoccupied with something else.
Eight years ago, on the night before Zhu Xue left for abroad, she had arranged to meet him in the school's sports equipment room. She chose that location because it was small and convenient for her to take revenge, and as the sports committee member, she had the key.
She hid in the darkness, and when he arrived, she quickly locked the door behind him and gave him a thorough beating.
That beating was cathartic; she unleashed years of pent-up resentment all at once. Afterwards, she stayed at a classmate's house for the night and only returned home after he boarded his flight.
Looking back now, she wondered if leaving him alone in that dark room had caused him to develop claustrophobia. It was his first day at work today; how serious could his condition be that he needed to take leave and rest at home?
The more Luo Fini thought about it, the more anxious she became. Finally, unable to resist, she searched for Zhu Xue's address and hurried over after work.
Zhu Xue's apartment was near her home. After ringing the doorbell four times, he finally came to open the door. Upon seeing her, he collapsed against her like a boneless creature, his entire body slumping onto hers.
"Guai Guai Fu, I'm so happy you came to see me," Zhu Xue said with a hint of delight in his voice.
"I came to see if you were dead or not," she replied irritably as she pushed him away. But seeing him sway unsteadily as if he might fall at any moment, she couldn't help but reach out to steady him.
Zhu Xue immediately perked up with a sly smile, wrapping his arms around her waist and playfully saying, "Just help me out a little; I have a headache."
Luo Fini ran her fingers through her hair, trying to soothe the strange numbness that had settled in her heart.
Seeing his brows tightly knitted together, clearly in pain, she tentatively asked, "You were never this weak before. Aren't Japanese women supposed to be very obedient? How did you end up with a fear of enclosed spaces? Just how many tastes do you have?!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, whose fault is this? Who locked me in..."
"Ugh, enough already!" Luo Fini interrupted him in a fluster, forcefully pushing him onto the bed without caring if he might get knocked out. She yanked the blanket and covered him tightly.
Zhu Xue struggled to get up, but she poked him back down with a finger.
"Weren't you complaining about a headache? Have you taken any medicine? Have you eaten? Why not go to the hospital?" She fired off a series of questions, her anxiety palpable.
"It hurts. Haven't eaten. Not going." His responses were infuriatingly dismissive!
He blinked innocently and said pitifully, "I want some porridge. Fermented Tofu and Ginkgo Porridge."
...
Speaking of Fermented Tofu and Ginkgo Porridge, it was a significant embarrassment for Luo Fini. Back when she was still naive, she had learned that the boy she liked enjoyed porridge, so she had asked the household staff to make some and carefully brought it to impress him.
In the end, Zhu Xue had snitched on her to that boy, who returned the gesture with a ginkgo nut and a remark: "It's better when it's made by hand."
Because of that incident, she was teased by the girls in her class for two whole years, which served as a lesson for her. Who would have thought he would dare bring it up again?
Upon hearing his request, Luo Fini's anger flared up instantly; she no longer cared about his discomfort. With a swift motion, she jumped onto the bed, ready to grab his neck. Zhu Xue, like a slippery eel, rolled over to the other side with a mischievous grin on his face.
The smile only fueled her anger further, causing her to disregard everything else. Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, she lunged at him, straddling him and gripping his neck tightly with both hands. Gritting her teeth, she hissed, "You little scoundrel, let's see where you can run!" How dare he provoke her? Hmph, he better beg for mercy!
"I'm not running; I absolutely love your current position." His voice dropped an octave, laced with a hint of huskiness that inexplicably sent a shiver down her spine.
Uh...
Luo Fini suddenly froze, instinctively looking down at her own posture. Her face instantly flushed as if it had been set ablaze, turning bright red in an instant.
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