158: Lin Xuan: If you want to thank me, then I will marry you. Su Qingge: Okay.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll be waiting for you at the Demon City subway station.”

“No matter how late it is, I’ll wait for you. I’ll keep waiting, keep waiting…”

Although Lin Xuan never looked back.

Bai Susu still shouted several times to make sure Lin Xuan could hear her, until his figure completely disappeared.

Immediately after.

The girl turned around with a sense of loss; she needed to go home and pack her luggage, preparing for a long life of elopement.

As for the possibility of Lin Xuan not coming to the subway station tomorrow night… it was almost zero!!!

Bai Susu believed this without a doubt.

She was 95% certain that he would come.

Because there was an inseparable emotional bond… a connection!!! between her and Lin Xuan.

…On the other side.

“This woman is simply a self-pitying overthinker!”

“Forget it, I’ll try to stay away from her in the future! Let Su Fan deal with the headache himself, but…”

“It seems that due to the butterfly effect caused by me, she and Su Fan haven’t had any interaction at all.”

“…”

Ignoring the girl’s shouts behind him, Lin Xuan recalled the plot.

He suddenly realized that because of him.

The Su Family was not only safe and sound but its power had also risen to a new level.

This also meant that there was no longer any hatred of clan extermination between Su Fan and the Lin Family or the Bai Family.

The series of chain reactions that followed… was that Bai Susu lost her reason to become evil, and even completely lost all interaction with the protagonist.

“My sin, my sin! Brother-in-law, I’m not intentionally stealing your confidante~~”

Lost in thought, Lin Xuan returned to the Su Family Manor.

Along the way, everything he saw was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and the manor was adorned with a lot of red decorations.

Especially at the villa entrance, the two red couplets and the several red lanterns hanging at the top were filled with a festive atmosphere.

All of this.

Everything reminded Lin Xuan of the fact that he was about to become a “husband.”

“Hello, Mr. Lin.”

“Mr. Lin, you’re back.”

“Mr. Lin, should we start calling you son-in-law?”

“…”

After greeting each of the servants in the manor.

Lin Xuan smiled and went to the second floor, pushing open the door to the familiar girl’s boudoir.

“Qingge, good morning.”

Walking to the bedside, looking at the sleeping girl with a beautiful face.

Lin Xuan habitually sat by the bed and took the girl’s fair, tender hand.

At the same time, feeling the constantly increasing “snuggling” points in his mind, he couldn’t help but feel great.

This was his most anticipated happy time every day.

He could both “snuggle” with the fragrant girl and easily earn “snuggling” points.

If life could always continue like this, Lin Xuan felt it wouldn’t be bad at all.

In the dark prison of consciousness… Su Qingge was originally staring blankly, bored out of her mind.

(｀・ω・´).

Suddenly.

She heard Lin Xuan’s voice, feeling both joyful and a little at a loss.

Because tomorrow she was to be married to the person in front of her.

This made her a little confused, and she still didn’t know how to interact with Lin Xuan… However, her small hand still struggled a bit, signaling Lin Xuan to let go of her and bring her a pen and paper.

Immediately, Su Qingge held the fountain pen in her palm and wrote on the white paper:

【Good morning.】

Although Su Qingge’s body had not fully recovered yet, and she couldn’t even lift her hand,

Her right palm was already able to move freely.

So last night, Lin Xuan had a flash of inspiration, finding it too slow to communicate by writing on her palm, and suggested that the girl could communicate directly through written words on paper.

After a short period of adaptation, Su Qingge quickly grasped the knack and was able to write fluently on white paper.

Her wrist moved gently, like a dancing butterfly, her handwriting flowing across the paper like clouds and water, as if every word was breathing, jumping, and blossoming with life.

“Do good-looking people write so beautifully? (♦∀♦)”

At first, Lin Xuan found it very interesting, thinking he had found a new way to communicate with the girl.

But soon.

He unconsciously put on an old man’s face from the subway, feeling a sense of frustration like lifting a rock only to drop it on his own foot.

Because as Su Qingge kept writing “swish swish” on the paper.

Lin Xuan suddenly realized, dumbfounded… that he couldn’t hold her tender hand as conveniently anymore.

Because the girl no longer needed to communicate with him through her palm.

Lin Xuan also felt too embarrassed to forcefully pull her small hand over, shamelessly demanding that she abandon the more efficient method and insist on writing in his palm, right?!

But fortunately, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Since the time spent holding hands decreased, the time for massage increased, and back and forth, it seemed the points accumulated even faster~~

After all, the contact area of the hand is not as comprehensive and fragrant as the contact area of the body~~

Yo Xi~~

A blessing in disguise~~

At this moment.

Perhaps sensing that Lin Xuan hadn’t responded, Su Qingge was a little puzzled and asked on the paper:

【What’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking! Are you unhappy?】

Seeing this.

Lin Xuan chuckled, scratching his head, and responded teasingly:

“No, I’m just overjoyed.”

“I was just admiring your peerless beauty and got a little distracted.”

“Tsk tsk tsk… My wife is simply beautiful! She makes fish sink, geese fall, the moon hide, flowers blush, emerges from water like a lotus, and brings down kingdoms…”

As these cheesy words came out.

The fountain pen in Su Qingge’s hand unconsciously trembled, drawing a diagonal line on the white paper, her heart a tangled mess.

Oh my~~

What is Lin Xuan saying?

Hmph, shameless. o(*////▽////*)q

He actually said he was admiring her peerless beauty, how could it be that exaggerated?!

And he was actually peeking at me, no wonder I always felt a little uncomfortable.

At this moment.

In Su Qingge’s mind, a scene seemed to appear: Lin Xuan, with a smile on his lips, was scanning her body up and down with “strange” eyes.

How embarrassing~~ (✿◡‿◡)

If she could move now, she would definitely want to find a hole to hide in… And actually, the girl’s guess wasn’t wrong; Lin Xuan was indeed peeking at this moment… No, he was admiring Su Qingge’s graceful figure with “appreciative” eyes.

That graceful, curvaceous figure… those perky buttocks, that pineapple… one word, perfect!

؏؏♦ᖗ Buddha◡ Buddhaᖘ♦؏؏

Of course, this was only possible when Su Qingge couldn’t open her eyes… Lin Xuan could openly admire her like this, enjoying the view and cultivating his sentiment.

He often worried.

What if Su Qingge woke up later, and he couldn’t be so unrestrained?

After all, in front of a girl, one still had to pay attention to one’s image somewhat, and not be too much of a lecher.

Don’t forget, I’m supposed to be a gentleman~~

Perhaps Lin Xuan’s gaze was too blatant. (♦∀♦)

Even Su Qingge, in her dark conscious space, always felt a little uncomfortable all over, as if a big bad wolf was drooling (¯﹃¯) and staring at her menacingly.

She had the illusion that he would pounce on her and devour her at any moment.

So.

Su Qingge picked up the fountain pen and quickly wrote on the white paper:

【I’m a little cold.】

【Can you help me pull up the blanket?】

Lin Xuan: “…”

Cold my foot! (T/N: This is an idiom. Literally, “cold your hammer!”)

It’s sunny outside, I’m feeling hot all over, where’s the cold~~

Clearly, it’s to guard against me~~

“Qingge, I’m hurt.”

“Do you hate me? My sadness is overflowing! (Sobbing sound~~~”)”

Hearing this.

Su Qingge panicked a little, thinking she had indeed gone a bit too far.

Lin Xuan was a gentleman!

How could he be the kind of perverted person I imagined?!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!!!

And she actually didn’t dislike his gaze.

She just instinctively felt a little embarrassed, not the “disgust” Lin Xuan thought.

To avoid Lin Xuan overthinking, Su Qingge hastily began to explain:

【You misunderstood, I don’t dislike you.】

“Not disliked? Does that mean… you like me?”

【…】

“Hahaha, I won’t tease you anymore. Speaking of which! Even when writing blindly, your handwriting is so beautiful, have you specifically trained for it?”

Lin Xuan had high emotional intelligence and quickly changed the subject.

Sure enough.

Su Qingge’s attention was diverted, and she immediately forgot about asking for the blanket.

Her graceful figure remained exposed to Lin Xuan’s “appreciative” gaze, and she replied:

【No! Don’t exaggerate too much!】

Su Qingge smiled bitterly in her heart.

Blindly writing by feel like this, it would be good if her handwriting was legible, how could it be as exaggerated as Lin Xuan said?

“I’m not lying to you. Perhaps this is ‘handwriting is like the person.’ ”

“The handwriting of a fairy, no matter how she writes, is perfect.”

Lin Xuan chuckled playfully, speaking without hesitation.

Anyway, no matter what the girl thinks, just praise her hard.

After all, human nature likes to hear praise.

No normal person likes to be criticized, so just praise.

It’s just a pity that Lin Xuan forgot that Su Qingge was special; she suffered from misandry.

Even though she was a little happy from Lin Xuan’s praise, her evaluation was still:

【Smooth-tongued, flirtatious.】

【Is this really your first relationship?】

【This practiced performance is exactly like some scumbags I’ve seen?】

(⊙o⊙) Uh… Looking at the handwriting that questioned him as a scumbag, Lin Xuan looked very innocent.

Having lived two lives, he was indeed a single dog, and as for the reason, if you ask, it’s one word:

“Poor.”

“That’s going too far! Qingge, this is blatant false accusation!”

“I’m just purely admiring…”

“Look at every word you write, the strokes reveal an elegance and rhythm, appearing so harmonious and natural.”

“Under your pen, every word seems to have its own soul and story, like a speck of dust in the world, meticulously carved into a work of art by you.”

“Especially when your brush touches the paper, the elegant posture you display between pen and paper is like a noble dancer, dancing freely on stage.”

“Every stroke of your handwriting is like emeralds embedded in jade, shining brilliantly.”

“This is the legendary beauty’s handwriting! It gives a visual enjoyment and brings spiritual pleasure to others.”

“Your handwriting is so good, it seems to possess a magic that can make people intoxicated, forgetting the troubles of the world.”

“Looking at your writing, I don’t know why I’m attracted by some… mysterious power of elegance and composure within it.”

“Every stroke you make, just like you, Qingge, is full of confidence and charm, making it irresistible, drawing people deeper and deeper…”

“…”

Lin Xuan, without batting an eyelid, spoke nonsense with a straight face.

He spoke with relish, full of emotion.

But the person on the sickbed was already stunned by this continuous wave of praise.

Su Qingge listened with embarrassment, unconsciously curling her tender white toes.

Fortunately, she couldn’t touch the ground right now.

Otherwise, she could easily use her toes to dig out a three-bedroom apartment from the floor.

Having lived for so many years.

She really didn’t know that her handwriting was so “awesome” to receive such exaggerated praise.

However… even though she knew Lin Xuan’s words were exaggerated.

Su Qingge still instinctively felt joy.

This had nothing to do with right or wrong, it was simply human nature.

Perhaps in the eyes of others… Lin Xuan’s remarks were quite outrageous, resembling flattery.

But in the girl’s eyes, she had only written a few words.

Yet Lin Xuan was willing to spend so much effort, so much time and energy, racking his brains to praise and commend her.

It was the sincerity behind this flattery that moved her.

In short, one sentence.

Because of Lin Xuan’s presence, she was very happy today, and she could be happy all day long.

Isn’t that enough?!

【Lin Xuan, all this time… thank you.】

【If it weren’t for you, I might not have made it to today. When I first became a vegetable, I was desperate, I was broken, I wanted to… die.】

【These days, your companionship has given me hope, given me the courage to face the darkness.】

【I have so much to say, but a thousand words… condense into one sentence…】

【Thank you.】

【I owe you my life.】

…Since this was the first time she had seriously communicated with Lin Xuan face-to-face to express her gratitude.

Su Qingge, though a little embarrassed.

Still, stroke by stroke, she unburdened her heart, writing slowly, as if to infuse her gratitude into every word.

“Qingge, you…”

Lin Xuan, who had been speaking endlessly.

Seeing the words on the white paper, imbued with the girl’s gratitude, his voice gradually grew softer and softer, until it completely disappeared.

At this moment, everything was unspoken.

A smile unconsciously curved Lin Xuan’s lips.

To be honest.

The girl’s sincere response made him feel warm.

There was also a small thrill, like the girl next door growing up, and his long efforts finally being reciprocated.

Then, Lin Xuan reached out and pinched the girl’s tender pink cheek, teasingly saying:

“Qingge, I accept your thanks.”

“But the ancients often said: the kindness of saving a life should be repaid with oneself.”

“Cough cough… I think this saying from our ancestors makes a lot of sense. What do you think?”

To this, Su Qingge was silent for a moment.

Then, on the white paper, she heavily wrote one word:

【Okay.】