"Brother! Let me call you brother one last time, okay? Leave some money for grandma, she needs it to see a doctor!"

  Meng Xi clung tightly to Meng Peng's leg, refusing to let go no matter how hard he shook her.

  "My life and death are no longer important, whose life and death can I still care about?"

  Meng Peng kicked a vicious kick to the back, Meng Xi suddenly knocked over the chair behind him, and his bones were sore from the impact.

  Meng Peng has arrived in front of the bed and is snatching a wooden box from behind Grandma Meng.

  "Men Nainai shielded the wooden box in her hands and scolded Men Peng: 'Men Peng! You ungrateful grandson! You dare to rob me of my house, I'll smash my head against the wall to death!'"

  "Grandma, you said it yourself, if the beam is not straight, the house will be crooked. My dad is that kind of person, what can I do? Besides, Grandma, you're already so old, don't always talk about death, it's so unlucky. Grandma, let me go pay back this money first," Meng Peng said as he snatched the box from behind Meng Nai Nai, "You wouldn't want an old person to send off a young one, would you?"

  Is this something a person should say?

  But he is now just a gambler, a gambler who regards money as his life!

  Old Lady Meng, a woman in her seventies, was no match for Meng Peng, a young man in his prime. The trunk she had been guarding was forcibly snatched away from her.

  Meng Peng's face wore a scornful smile as he shook the box, feeling that there were quite a few things inside. He used his hand to pry open the lock hanging on it, but the lock didn't budge. "Where is the key?"

  Grandma Meng's wrinkles were very deep, and after hearing this sentence, she directly pounced on Meng Peng from the bed, recklessly trying to snatch the box from his hands.

  Meng Peng pushed Meng Nainai away with one hand, his face filled with a look of disgust. "Anyway, you're going to die and leave everything to my dad, so it's better to give it to me instead. When I'm lucky, I can earn it back in just one night, and then we can buy a bigger house."

  This is the mentality of all gamblers, thinking they can get rich overnight, winning and wanting to make a fortune, losing and wanting to get their money back, it's a bottomless pit, just like drugs. It's absolutely untouchable!

  Meng Peng raised his hand and slammed the wooden box against the wall, shattering it into pieces. The box was not made of solid wood, but rather a thin layer of plywood, which broke apart easily. The documents inside spilled out onto the floor with a rustling sound.

  Meng Peng's eyes shone with a red light, and he casually flipped through the contents. Inside, apart from the property certificate, there were some old photos, as well as Meng Nainai and Meng Yeye's marriage certificate - all worthless things. He turned his head to look at Meng Peng: "Where is the deposit slip?"

  Grandma Meng's eyes rolled up and down, her eyeballs cloudy. She was obviously furious, her chest heaving up and down, as if she would pass out from anger at any moment.

  She has only one son and one grandson in her life, but her son is unfilial and her grandson is also a good-for-nothing. The old man passed away early, leaving all the burdens to her alone, now she's struggling to cope with it.

  There is only one granddaughter who is filial and sensible, but she was dragged into this mire.

  Meng Peng took a step forward, "Old lady, are you going to give it or not? How about this, I'll give you the property deed and you give me the deposit book. This way, at least we can still keep one old house, although it's really dilapidated, but at least it's a place to settle down."

  The wrinkles on Meng's face were particularly deep, like ravines crisscrossing, "How dare you still call me grandma? Hand over the property deed to me, don't do such a despicable thing!"

  Old Mrs. Meng started coughing and wanted to go over to grab the property certificate from Meng Peng's hand, but was suddenly pushed down.

  Meng Peng flipped over the head of the bed and indeed saw the property certificate under the pillow.

  His face revealed a gloomy smile, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the word "money", selling the house and taking the money would allow him to repay the high-interest loan... Just as he was about to turn around after putting the passbook and property certificate in his pocket, a black figure suddenly appeared on the wall in front of him, and he froze, just wanting to turn around.

  With a loud crash, the smile at the corner of his mouth also froze at this moment.

  Meng Peng collapsed onto the bed like a puddle of mud, suddenly motionless. Behind him, Meng Xi's hand released a wooden stick that clattered to the ground, and he took two steps back, biting his lower lip until it turned pale white.

  Meng Xi panted heavily, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at her brother lying on the ground.

  Meng Peng lay on the ground, as if dead, motionless.

  Meng Xi snatched the passbook and property certificate from Meng Peng's hand, rushed to the bed to call grandma who was pushed by Meng Peng and hit the wall.

  "Grandma, we're leaving right now, I'll call the police and let them handle it..."

  Grandma Meng fell onto her pillow and didn't make a sound anymore.

  Meng Xi was startled and quickly went to push Meng Nainai, "Grandma! Grandma, Meng Peng can't take away the house that Grandpa left for us. Grandma, I'll take Li'er and leave here first!"

  Grandma Meng still didn't make a sound.

  Meng Xi hugged Grandma Meng tightly, her voice heart-wrenching: "Grandma! Don't scare me, Grandma!"

  ………………

  Such a night, destined to be restless.

  Yang Fuxiao woke up three times that night, until the distant sky turned pale and her drowsiness completely disappeared.

  She got up to wash, then stood on the balcony, looking at the dawn of this wealthy area, with a large garden in front, even in the late autumn, there were unknown flowers competing for beauty, such a dawn, waiting for the sunrise, the brilliant light gradually covering the scenery, it should be a beautiful picture.

  The wind was a bit cool, and she hugged her arms and patted them up and down on her elbows.

  Suddenly, a whistle sounded from beside him.

  Yang Fuxiao turned her head and saw that Gu Qingcheng was still wearing a black pajama on the balcony next door, leaning forward with his hands on the railing and a cigarette between his fingers.

  His recent smoking addiction is really severe.

  Yang Mo smiled and waved at Gu Qingcheng: "Gu Dada, good morning!"

  She found that Gu Qingcheng's right cheek, which was bruised yesterday, had absorbed the essence of the sun and moon overnight, making it look even more obvious than yesterday. The swelling and bruise, combined with the cracked mouth corner, clearly ruined the beauty of this handsome face.

  Yang Fu Xiao carefully examined him with his chin up.

  Even if he was beaten, he still had the same handsome face as Xu Mochen, with a cold and noble temperament, elegant and slightly arrogant, making people's hearts itch.

  Gu Qingcheng slightly tilted his head, flicking off the accumulated ash on the tip of his cigarette. The dense ash floated and dispersed, and Yang Duoxiao directly came over, leaning against the railing, "Gu Dada, smoking is bad for your health, can you not smoke? Think about your second half of life."

  Yang Fu Xiao said as he was about to reach out and snatch the cigarette from Gu Qing Cheng's hand, but he dodged it.

  Because the two rooms were adjacent, the distance between the two balconies was only about one meter, very close. Yang Fuxiao stretched out her hand and did not snatch the cigarette butt from Gu Qingcheng's fingers, but instead let Gu Qingcheng twist his wrist and grab her hand. Yang Fuxiao leaned forward and pressed against the railing, this time she couldn't even pull back.

  Gu Qingcheng held a cigarette at his lips, blew out a ring of smoke, and gazed at Yang Fu Xiao who was just a short distance away, with a lazy smile on his face.

  But in Yang Fu's eyes, such a gentle and reserved smile was already ill-intentioned, because she pulled her hand back, while Gu Qingcheng held onto it tightly.

  Yang Mo smiled and said: "Gu Da, can you let go?"

  She was now wearing only a white nightgown, the neckline slightly large, as she stretched out her hands, the metal railing on the balcony pressed against her waist, feeling a bit cool and damp.

  "Not loose."

  Yang's face revealed a flattering smile, and she immediately fell down. She thought about whether to continue flattering Gu Qingcheng or scold him severely for being a rascal.

  It seems like the latter makes her look more spirited, so let's just scold her instead.

  Gu Qingcheng seemed to see through Yang Fuxiao's mind, "I'm a person who yields to softness but not to force."

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Isn't this sentence just asking her to ask him herself?

  Who has such a special hobby!

  Yang Mianxiao stubbornly refused to speak, instead fiercely staring at Gu Qingcheng in front of her. Anyway, he was holding onto her, and he couldn't move either, it was mutual, the two people were just stuck like this, and his grip on her wrist also required effort.

  Gu Qingcheng finished a cigarette and extinguished the butt in an ashtray on the windowsill to his right, then picked up a silver handcuff from the windowsill.

  "Wait!"

  Where did this handcuff come from!

  As the cold metal handcuffs stuck to her wrist skin, Yang Fuxiao struggled with force for two times and then clicked on.

  Yang Mo Xiao originally thought that Gu Qing Cheng would cuff the other end of the handcuffs to the railing, but in the next second, the other end was cuffed to his own wrist.

  “！！！”

  Gu Qingcheng released Yang Fuxiao's hand, but she couldn't pull it back, except for the tiny distance of the chain between the handcuffs...

  Yang Fu Xiao felt like she was about to cry, and looked over at Gu Qing Cheng, who was leaning against the railing with a relaxed posture, smiling as he said: "Fu Xiao, let's watch the sunrise together."

  But this posture is really uncomfortable!

  Yang Mu Xiao is now deeply trapped in self-blame.

  A moment's anger can indeed harm someone deeply. It was just a couple of pleasant words, but now it won't be necessary to be tied together, and even personal freedom is gone.

  Yang Fu Xiao leaned on the railing, swinging his handcuffs twice, and also lightly swung Gu Qing Cheng's arm opposite him.

  Gu Qingcheng tapped his fingers on the railing: "Stand up straight."

  Yang Fu Xiao didn't move.

  "It's all gone."

  Yang Furong lowered her head to take a look, and the scenery suddenly appeared. She suddenly straightened up, and at the same time pulled her nightgown back to cover her exposed chest. "Gu Dada, you have the key, right?"

  Gu Qingcheng's fingertips rotated a silver key, and his lips curled up slightly, "Yes."

  Yang Mu Xiao seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope and his eyes lit up.

  Gu Qingcheng locked onto the bright light at the bottom of Yang Mochou's eyes, the key ring spinning twice on his fingertips before tracing a very beautiful parabola in the faint dawn light and falling into a large patch of grass below.

  Yang Xiaodong clenched his fists, "You did it on purpose!"

  Gu Qingcheng shrugged his shoulders and said, "I did it on purpose."

  “……”

  Alright, she still doesn't care about Qing Cheng's thick skin.

  Yang Wenshuo touched the material of this handcuff with his fingers, and it was absolutely not ordinary toy plastic, but a metal handcuff that could be seen in police movies, where the police would press your head against the wall and twist your arm to put on this kind of handcuff.

  Maybe in cop movies it's fake for the sake of filming, but this is real.

  "Gu Dada, why do you have handcuffs?"

  "I don't just have handcuffs, I also have a gun," noticing Yang Fu's gaze, Gu Qingcheng said, "A real one."

  Yang's eyes lit up, she also really wanted to touch a real gun and feel its texture, it must be different.

  But...

  "What should we do now?" Yang Mu Xiao said.

  No key, can't just stand here all the time, unless one person goes to the other side.

  Yang Fuxiao thought of this possibility and was startled by himself.

  How is this possible?! This is the 13th floor!

  Yang Mu Xiao was not afraid of heights, but that didn't mean she could jump around on the thirteenth floor as if it were flat ground.

  Gu Qingcheng suddenly pulled the chain connected to the handcuffs, and coincidentally grasped Yang Fuxiao's hand in his palm.

  "Give me that hand too."

  Yang Mu Xiao stared at Gu Qing Cheng in a daze.

  Gu Qingcheng had already stretched out his right hand in mid-air, looking at Yang Fuxiao's eyes, and said again: "Give me that hand too."

  Yang's hand involuntarily curled up before he lifted it and placed it on top of Gu Qingcheng's outstretched left hand, his delicate palm touching the thin callus on the other man's fingertips, a very subtle sensation.

  Gu Qingcheng looked into her eyes, "Step onto the railing."

  Yang Wenshuo looked down and felt a bit of trepidation, with just one glance she could see the grass on the ground below. Although she wasn't afraid of heights, was it really worth risking her life like this?

  Although there is less than one meter between the two railings.

  Gu Qingcheng firmly grasped her wrist, "Come here."

  Yang Mo Xiao looked into his eyes, a pair of eyes as black as two whirlpools. She nodded and with the help of Gu Qing Cheng's arms, she stepped onto the railing, then straddled it, sitting on the railing with her legs dangling in mid-air.

  The feeling of both legs leaving the ground, and it's still on the 13th floor, with wind underfoot, the heartbeat getting faster and faster, gradually becoming the same frequency as one's own breathing.

  The only thing supporting her entire body was Qingcheng's grasp on her arms.

  She glanced down and then looked up at Gu Qingcheng.

  At this moment, she had complete trust in Gu Qingcheng.

  Gu Qingcheng leaned forward, his powerful arms immediately wrapped around Yang Fuxiao's waist, and then hugged her under her armpits, lifting her up. At the same time, Yang Fuxiao's feet left the metal flower pattern in the middle of the railing, and her slippers fell off with a rustling sound, hitting a cluster of evergreen plants with a thud.

  Yang Mu Xiao tensely let out a few low gasps, closed his eyes, and his heart came to a brief stop.

  Gu Qingcheng pulled her over, and Yang Fuxiao's legs touched the ground at the same time, but it still felt very unreal. Her legs went soft, and she completely collapsed into Gu Qingcheng's arms, her hands tightly grasping his collar.

  "Alright."

  Yang Muxiao heard Gu Qingcheng's voice, and her breathing gradually calmed down. She pursed her lips, lifted her head, and just happened to see Gu Qingcheng's chin, which was a bit stubbly, and the slight itchiness on her forehead where it touched.

  She was barefoot and stepped on the floor tile, a bit cool.

  Yang Mochen was just about to take a step back when Gu Qingcheng pulled her into his arms again, his unshackled arm wrapping around her slender waist, his lips leaving a kiss on her forehead.

  This action made Yang Wuxiao's back stiffen.

  As he looked up at the face of Qing Cheng, his eyes were still black, and the corners of his mouth still held a smile. The soft light of dawn shone on his face, weakening the sharp edges of his features.

  But who is this person looking at now? And who exactly is this person?

  Gu Qingcheng lifted Yang Buruoxiao's chin and gave her a light kiss on the lips. "Thanks for believing me."

  Is it just a kiss of gratitude?

  Yang brushed off a smile and said in a tone often used by Taobao shop owners: "You're too kind, dear."

  "Look."

  Gu Qingcheng grasped Yang Mianxiao's shoulders and made her look towards the horizon.

  The sky was layered with rolling white clouds, the edges tinged with a circle of crimson color. When the sun, like a golden egg yolk, emerged from the cloud layer, Yang Xiao's small face was also covered with a layer of radiance.

  Gu Qingcheng leaned forward with one arm resting on the railing, slightly turning his head and lowering his eyes to look at Yang Fuxiao: "Were you born at dawn?"

  Yang Fuxiao suddenly turned his head, "Yes, the name was given by my grandmother. Later, my grandmother told me that she hadn't read many books and wouldn't give a profound name, so she just used the time of birth to name me."

  Sounds great.

  "Thank you on behalf of my grandmother."

  Yang's face burst into a brilliant smile, and he turned back to look at the sun that had already risen high in the sky, its radiance no longer obscured by the clouds.

  Gu Qingcheng turned her head to look at Yang Fuxiao, a smile on her face. The thin sunlight cast a layer of golden light on her face, and in her black eyes, there were two small suns, like sunflowers growing towards the sun, emitting dazzling light.

  ………………

  Yang Mu Xiao found out that when getting along with Gu Qing Cheng, one really can't be too serious.

  Because he turned his head and forgot.

  After watching the sunrise from the balcony, he followed him out. He didn't notice that the two people's wrists were handcuffed together and stumbled forward, falling to the ground. Fortunately, the thick sheepskin rug on the floor saved Yang Fuxiao from falling face down with a swollen nose and bruised face.

  Gu Qingcheng pulled her up from behind, Yang Fuxiao rubbed her nose and said, "Gu Dada, can you unlock the lock first?"

  Gu Qingcheng shook his hands: "Can't."

  Yang Mu Xiao was taken aback.

  You're answering with such confidence, Gu Qingcheng. Look into my eyes and tell me how you can say something like that?

  Gu Qingcheng pulled at the belt of his bathrobe, "The key was just thrown away, you saw it too."

  Yang Fu Xiao's mouth was half open, enough to fit a quail egg in it. It wasn't until Gu Qing Cheng's voice reached her eardrum and entered her brain that she moved her lips: "Isn't there a spare key?"

  Gu Qingcheng nodded: "No."

  Yang Xiuxiao stared blankly at Gu Qingcheng's face for a while, looking at the two punches on his right cheek, now completely purple and swollen chin and cracked mouth corner, regretting in her heart why she didn't help that strong man beat him up yesterday.

  Yang Wuxiao took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. "Say that again."

  Gu Qingcheng noticed the extremely subtle expression on Yang Furong's face and suddenly felt that her current behavior was a bit unexpected, saying: "No."

  Yang Mo Xiao pressed her lips together and looked up at Gu Qing Cheng with a smile on her face, "Gu Da Da, do you know what I want to do now?"

  Gu Qingcheng's voice rose slightly at the end: "Huh?"

  Yang suddenly took a step forward, grinning from ear to ear, and then swiftly reached out, his finger directly poking the bruise on Gu Qingcheng's face. Gu Qingcheng's face instantly contorted in pain.

  "Yang Wu Xiao!"

  Yang Mu Xiao heard Gu Qing Cheng's voice, which seemed to be furious, and it was really an unstoppable anger. He turned around and wanted to run, but before he could even turn around, the chain in the middle of the handcuffs that connected their hands was suddenly pulled straight.

  Gu Qingcheng's wrist was also pulled, and he directly fell onto Yang Fuxiao's body. His handsome face directly collided with Yang Fuxiao's soft and fluffy chest...

  Why is it said to be soft and fluffy?

  Because most women don't wear bras when they sleep at night, so this is a real and thorough bra-rape.

  Just then, Li Ayi, who had just gone to call Yang Fuxiao for dinner in the corridor, was shocked to find no one in the room and came over to call Gu Qingcheng for breakfast.

  As soon as I opened the door, this was what I saw.

  Aunt Li's face was filled with a relieved smile, seeing Gu Qingcheng and Yang Fuxiao like this, as if her son and daughter had finally achieved their goals. She said: "You two finish up and go downstairs to have breakfast."

  Yang Bufang's face turned bright red with anger.

  Haven't you seen two people whose wrists are now handcuffed together? This is not a willing act!

  And this is still not the most embarrassing thing, what's even more embarrassing is changing clothes.

  The two of them are now both wearing pajamas. How to take it off is a problem, how to put it on again is another problem. Can't just wear one sleeve, can they?

  Yang Mu Xiao stood in front of Gu Qing Cheng, "Gu Da Da, I really made a mistake, just take out the key and unlock it, I don't want to go to work at the company wearing my pajamas."

  Gu Qingcheng said: "I don't want to either."

  "That's just right, the key opens the lock."

  "No."

  Gu Qingcheng really didn't have a key, only that one, and it was just thrown downstairs earlier.

  Yang Xiao lay on the table, gazing at Gu Qingcheng with a resentful look in her eyes as he ate slowly and elegantly with his right hand. She only had one left hand that couldn't even hold chopsticks, so she simply took a piece of mantou from the small basket beside her and tore into it with two big bites, glaring fiercely at Gu Qingcheng as she chewed.

  After breakfast, Gu Qingcheng called an acquaintance at the police station to ask for a master key. Yang Fuxiao heard that one key could open two-thirds of the doors in C City.

  "Okay, I'll wait for you to come over."

  As soon as Gu Qingcheng hung up the phone, Yang Xiaodong looked at him with full of hope, but Gu Qingcheng ruthlessly burst the soap bubbles that had been rising in her heart.

  "Carry out tasks in the morning and come over at 2 pm."

  Yang Fuxiao was like a punctured balloon, making a hissing sound as he frantically ran around in all directions before finally collapsing to the ground.

  There are still six more difficult hours...

  Although the two were handcuffed together, and both wore pajamas, Gu Qingcheng seemed unaffected. After breakfast, he wiped his mouth with a tissue, and Yang Fuxiao's hand was cuffed below, only 2 cm from his chin. He could have poked the bruise on Yang's mouth, but endured it, thinking "a gentleman takes revenge ten years later", not wanting to hurt him further, especially since he had been beaten up for her sake yesterday.

  He lay on the sofa holding documents, she also leaned to one side, close to looking at some dense and crowded words, feeling a bit dizzy.

  After having breakfast, Gu Qingcheng called Fang Shu and asked her to bring the documents that needed to be processed in the company to his home, and postponed the meeting in the morning to the afternoon.

  As soon as the doorbell rang, Yang Xiao got into the habit of opening the door by herself. After all, she was living in someone else's home, and Auntie Li took good care of her. So usually before Auntie Li came running over, she would shout: "Leave it to me to open it!"

  But this time, Yang Fuxiao had just jumped up when his tightly held wrist was pulled back, and at the same time, there were also Gu Qingcheng's icy two words: "Sit down!"

  So Fang Shu came in and saw these two people handcuffed together.

  Uh...

  She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, swallowed the question in her throat and walked over to hand a stack of files from her briefcase to Gu Qingcheng with both hands.

  "Director Gu, among them are Jiachuang's investment project risk assessment and market outlook analysis. I had a discussion with Director Shen of Jiachuang at 10 am this morning. I have already instructed the finance department to budget for an increase of two percentage points."

  Gu Qingcheng flipped through it casually, and Yang Fuxiao leaned over to take a look. Behind it was attached a patent declaration, and the signature area below was written by Shen Jiayou.

  Whenever Yang Wu thought of Shen Jia-yu, he was filled with remorse.

  She had repeatedly deceived him, and she felt a bit guilty about it. She still wanted to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Shen Jiaxuan.

  A little voice in her heart said: What if he still doesn't agree to cancel the engagement?

  Another little person said: "Why don't you just get married then?"

  A little man nodded: Alright alright!

  "Not good!"

  Yang Fuxiao patted the sofa armrest and bounced up.

  Fang Shu swallowed the second half of his sentence in surprise.

  Yang Mo Xiao finally reacted and chuckled twice, "Sorry for interrupting you guys, please continue, please continue."

  Gu Qingcheng and Fang Shu had handed over the work, and Fang Shu left. Before leaving the door, he turned his head again to take a look at the two people on the sofa.

  She was arranged by Shen Sanbo to be beside Gu Qingcheng three years ago, but in the past three years, she had hardly ever seen Gu Qingcheng care about anyone so much, of course, except for Qin Shuang.

  But now, I really see the second one.

  Although Yang Mou Xiao has been sticking to me like a dog skin plaster since the beginning, it's still quite effective, isn't it.

  Fang Shu got on the elevator, her phone rang, she picked it up and took a look, her heart skipped a beat, she had already sorted out the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and answered the call.

  "Shen Sanbao."

  "I heard Gu Qingcheng has been getting close to a girl recently?"

  Shen Sanbo, as the chairman of MSC, must have many people in Asia and within MSC who are loyal to him, and he has also planted many moles. Now that he personally calls to ask about Fang Shu, it must be after a thorough investigation.

  "Yes."

  "Yang's adopted daughter?"

  Yang Mianxiao's adopted daughter identity may not be clear to many people, but as someone in the same circle, plus a little investigation, how could they not find out.

  "Yes."

  "Arrange it for me, when can I meet this girl."

  "Alright, I'll go arrange it now."

  Fang Shu hung up the phone and let out a long sigh. He took a look at Gu Qingcheng's work schedule, and it seemed that he would be able to find some time in the next two days.

  ………………

  Yang didn't drink water for the entire morning just to avoid the embarrassment of having to go to the bathroom.

  But she didn't go to the toilet, it doesn't mean that Gu Qingcheng won't go to the toilet either.

  Gu Qingcheng took two sips of water, put down the cup and headed towards the bathroom. Yang Duo Xiao hastily pulled on the chain of the handcuffs behind him, "Wait, where are you going?"

  Gu Qingcheng turned around with a hint of helplessness, "What else can you do in the bathroom? Eat?"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "...... Can you hold your breath?"

  Gu Qingcheng leaned forward and stared at Yang Fu Xiao, who felt that this gaze was too overwhelming and oppressive. He made a please gesture: "Mr. Gu, after you."

  But it's really embarrassing when it happens.

  Standing beside the toilet, Yang Xiao turned her back and heard a splash of water. Her face suddenly flushed to the roots of her ears, but she didn't want to pretend to cover her ears. After all, people have three urgent needs, and she wasn't an innocent girl who didn't understand worldly things.

  "Are you okay?"

  Gu Qingcheng didn't make a sound.

  Yang brushed off the dawn and turned his head around, their eyes collided in mid-air, she first turned her face away, her eyeballs rolling around.

  Following Gu Qingcheng, Yang Fuxiao spent the whole morning in Zijing Garden without going out. From the sofa in the living room to the sofa in the study and then to the bed in the bedroom, Yang Fuxiao was originally full of energy when he woke up in the morning, but now he's a bit limp.

  No wonder when I first entered university, some seniors said: The dormitory is a tomb.

  At that time, Yang and Meng were shocked by this sentence. The dormitory was a tomb, and the bed was an urn... From then on, they didn't dare to return to the dorm alone, sometimes even squeezing onto the same bed together, jokingly saying: "We can't live at the same time, but we must die in the same grave."

  It's true, what the senior meant was that during university days, you absolutely cannot stay in your dorm for more than ten hours a day, or else you'll waste the whole day. You have to go out of the dorm to attend classes, exercise, and study. At first, Yang Xiao didn't think much of it, but later she discovered that if she lounged around in bed in the morning, she'd be lethargic for the rest of the day.

  After lunch, Yang Xiao started yawning continuously. He didn't sleep well last night and had been keeping high tension with a bit of neurasthenia while accompanying Gu Qingcheng all morning.

  Gu Qingcheng led her up the stairs, Yang Fuxiao reluctantly following behind: "Where are we going again?"

  "Take a nap."

  Gu Qingcheng pushed open his bedroom door, and a large double bed caught his eye at the same time, Yang Fuxiao suddenly woke up.

  Take a nap?

  Does it mean two people have to sleep in the same bed?

  For a moment, Yang Fuxiao's face was very strange. Gu Qingcheng sat on the edge of the bed and took off his pajamas, pulling Yang Fuxiao over.

  Yang Furong hastily got up and said, "I won't sleep anymore, Gu Dada you go ahead and sleep."

  Her gaze fell on Gu Qingcheng's well-defined chest and the long, powerful legs below, and she couldn't help but turn her face away, her ears slightly red.

  Gu Qingcheng's gaze at Yang Fuxiao was filled with inquiry and interest, "After I fall asleep, you can take off my pants, right?"

  Yang brushed off the dawn and turned his head suddenly, "Can I?"

  Gu Qingcheng lazily smiled: "No."

  Actually, Yang Fu Xiao had already given up on checking if Gu Qing Cheng's right buttock had burn scars or not. Since Gu Qing Cheng had already undergone scar repair, even if there were any, such a large area of burns would have definitely been removed.

  She looked at Gu Qingcheng's face, tilted her head, and stared at him, her eyes a bit blurry, as if she was stunned.

  Yang Mu Xiao felt that he was going to lose Xu Mo Huan, and might never find him again for the rest of his life. It had been three years since the car accident, and he still hadn't found him.

  Suddenly in front of her eyes, everything went black. Yang Xiao was startled and heard Xu Muxiang's voice beside her ear: "Xiao! Yang Xiao!"

  ………………

  Yang Mianxiao had a dream, in which she felt suffocated from a distant memory.

  Although I've already learned how to swim, why do I still have this feeling of drowning?

  Her entire body was creaking in protest, like loose machine parts, and she was consumed by pain. She strained to open her eyes, only to find herself surrounded by darkness, except for the unusually bright eyes of a person in front of her.

  "Dawn! You're awake!"

  The man in front of her suddenly smiled with his eyes curved like a big boy, and directly held Yang Mu Xiao's face and kissed her lips.

  She suddenly remembered that the car was driving on a mountain road, and a truck came from the opposite direction. The driver, Xu Muhuang, suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply, brushing against the guardrail as he passed by. However, the truck had clearly collided with their vehicle, causing it to flip over and roll into the ditch.

  At that critical moment, Xu Muhuang suddenly pressed himself against Yang Fuxiao's body, tightly holding her in his arms and blocking most of the intense impact for her.

  Yang Mu Xiao's injury was not severe, while Xu Mo Heng's half body was crushed under the car.

  Xu Muhuang helped Yang Fuxiao prop herself up, letting her try and see if she could crawl out from under the car.

  Yang Xiao's skeleton was small and her figure was petite. After moving slightly, she easily crawled out of the car.

  She rushed outside to lift the car, wanting to pull Xu Mohan out of it. When she saw the blood-soaked ground, she fell directly onto his body, with tears and blood flowing into her mouth, carrying a salty smell.

  There is no signal here, and mobile phones cannot make calls. Yang Xiao's strength was too small, and he couldn't lift the car that was pressed on Xu Mochen's body.

  "What should I do?"

  Xu Muhuang's face wore a weak and pale smile: "Xiao Xiao, don't cry. You go out now and run along this road ahead, go find someone to come rescue me."

  Yang Furong shook her head and wiped her face, "No, I want to stay here with you!"

  Yang Fuxiao got up from the ground again, and went to lift the car without caring about anything else, ignoring Xu Muhuang's calls.

  "Yang Wu Xiao! You're wasting your effort again, I'm getting angry!"

  Yang Mu Xiao knelt down in front of Xu Mochen, feeling deeply guilty for his own powerlessness. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

  Xu Muhuang reached out and poked Yang Fuxiao's cheek, "Be good, listen to me one last time. You go find someone to come rescue me now, don't shake your head, don't say no, just obey."

  Yang Fu Xiao still shook her head, but Xu Mu Hang suddenly hooked his hand and pulled her neck closer, covering her lips with a fierce and violent kiss. Even the taste of blood spread between their teeth and in their mouths. Yang Fu Xiao couldn't help but burst into tears.

  Xu Muhuang's kiss gradually became gentle, and he lightly touched her lips with a butterfly-like peck, "Listen, go upstairs to find someone, go upstairs to find someone to come down, I won't die."

  Yang Mu Xiao nodded and tightly grasped Xu Mo Huan's hand. "Alright, I'll listen, I'll go up to find someone."

  Xu Muhuang smiled slightly, his face growing even paler, so pale that it was heart-wrenching: "Mm, good boy."

  Yang brushed off the dawn and ran up the bumpy slope, but suddenly turned back to run towards Xu Mochen, knelt in front of him, and actively kissed his lips.

  "Xu Mochen, you promised me, you won't die."

  Xu Muhuang urged her: "I won't die, you go up quickly."

  "I'll go find someone, you definitely won't die! If you die, I'll follow you to the grave! I mean what I say!"

  Yang Brushed Dawn finished speaking, gritted his teeth, and limped as he turned around to run forward, enduring the severe pain in his legs.

  Xu Muhuang, who was pinned under the car, looked at Yang Fuxiao running up the mountain in a daze. The glimmer of light in his eyes gradually disappeared. He reached out and pressed on the right side of his chest, wincing as pain shot through him. When he released his hand, his palm was stained with blood red. Now, all he could be thankful for was that he was wearing a black windbreaker.

  Yang Mu didn't know how much longer she could hold on, whether she could make it to the road and find someone to rescue Xu Muhuang. She kept taking out her phone to see if there was a signal, but there wasn't, not once.

  Stumbling and staggering, until finally she fainted to the ground, when she saw in front of her a flashlight's glow, imprinted on her retina. With her last bit of strength, she grasped the pant leg of the person in front of her, leaving a bloody handprint on his pant leg.

  "Save... him!"