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The Measure of Love
墨書 Inktalez
The first time I met Li Rong was at the White Horse.
I was held in someone's arms, unable to dodge the advances, and forced to smile while pouring drinks. It was pitiful yet oddly amusing.
I smirked, withdrew my gaze, and greeted the capitalists beside me.
"President Qin, you look good lately. Have you encountered some good fortune?"
"What good fortune could there be?" I laughed. "As long as there are no bad things, that's good enough."
After saying that, I clinked glasses and drank it all in one go.
When I looked up again, I found the boy staring directly at me.
Our eyes met, and he froze for a moment before shyly lowering his gaze, looking as if he wanted to look but didn't dare to.
I found it amusing.
So he wants to flirt with me? How cute.
I raised an eyebrow, swirled my drink, and deliberately tilted my hand, spilling some wine over his head.
He jumped in surprise, his face turning crimson as he bit his lip and looked at me, trembling all over.
"What are you afraid of?" I teased him.
He kept his eyes downcast, droplets of water hanging from his eyelashes, his body slightly shivering. After a while, he finally spoke: "Not afraid."
His serious demeanor made me laugh; I tossed him a tissue: "Wipe it off."
"Thank you," he said, holding the tissue and pursing his lips before looking up at me. "Sister, you are a good person."
I was taken aback for a moment.
A good person? That word shouldn't apply to me at all.
I poured myself another glass of wine; before I finished pouring, I saw him carefully unfold the tissue, fold it into small pieces, and tuck it into his pocket.
"..."
Curiosity got the better of me. "Aren't you going to wipe it?"
He lowered his head again, his voice soft and delicate: "What my sister gave me should be kept well."
"..."
I squinted and carefully examined him. He was fair-skinned, with delicate features and large, watery eyes that looked like stars submerged in water. He seemed a bit simple-minded. I licked my lips and mouthed to him, "Come with me?"
He paused for a moment, then hurriedly nodded. I stood up, and he followed.
As we exited the club, a breeze hit me, bringing me back to my senses. I looked down and saw him obediently trailing behind me.
"Going to a hotel?" I asked, tilting my head.
He looked up, his eyes glistening like a confused puppy. "Aren't we going to my house?"
I laughed. "If you don't behave well, how can I support you?"
His face flushed, and he lowered his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll behave well."
When we arrived at the hotel, I realized what he meant by "behaving well." His skills were terribly lacking, but he certainly had a talent for crying. As he pressed down on me, tears streamed down his face, his eyes red and his nose tip also flushed—a pitiful sight indeed.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance. He flinched at the sound, and his tears flowed even more fiercely.
"..."
I rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom. When I came out, he was still crying, hunched over the edge of the bed in a pitiful manner as if abandoned.
Sighing, I took a tissue and squatted in front of him to wipe away his tears. He stared at me in surprise and called out shyly, "Sister..."
"Stop crying," I said softly as I wiped his tears away.
"Will you still want me?" He looked at me with longing eyes, resembling a small animal in need of care.
I smiled and let my fingertip rest on his chin, playfully lifting it up. "What do you think?"
He lowered his gaze, his cheeks slightly flushed as he replied softly, "Sister, I can do it."
I laughed softly and said, "If I really want you, it's not impossible."
"Just..." I paused, looking at him, "I'm getting married."
"!" He was taken aback, looking at me, "Sister is getting married?"
I nodded, my fingertips brushing over his lips as I chuckled softly, "So, if I take you back, will you be scared?"
He blinked at me, seemingly not understanding my meaning.
I smiled and leaned closer to him, my voice low and husky: "Are you afraid that there might be a tiger at my home that would eat you?"
His face flushed, and he lowered his eyes, his voice soft and delicate: "Wherever sister is, that's where I want to be."
"Good boy." I smiled and pinched his cheek.
"Sister, are we leaving right now?" He looked up at me with bright eyes.
"Yes." I nodded.
"Then..." He lowered his gaze, his voice quiet, "Should I pack something?"
"No need." I interrupted him, "You have nothing to pack."
"Oh..." He looked down, appearing pitiful.
I smiled and pinched his chin: "What's wrong? Don't want to go with me?"
"No!" He hurriedly looked up, "I want to!"
"That's good." I chuckled lightly and took his hand as we walked out of the hotel.
In the car, he stared at me with a look that suggested he wanted to say something but hesitated.
I raised an eyebrow: "What do you want to ask?"
He pressed his lips together: "Sister, is your home far?"
"Not far." I smiled as I started the car.
He lowered his head, remained quiet for a moment, then looked up and asked me: "Sister, will you kick me out?"
"I won't." I glanced at him, "This is my home; I have the right to end things if I want to, understand?"
"Oh..." He nodded as if he somewhat understood.
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