Chapter Twenty-One: Calculations

  Free labor Ah Liu was framed by Fang Xiaoling to monitor Zhang Zuoyan, that hypocrite, and Fang Xiaoling rarely had any psychological burden. She rearranged her clothes again, making herself look a bit disheveled but not so much that it would be obvious at first glance. As the dark red blood slowly seeped through the thin gauze, she smiled contentedly.

  It's time to go see Xun Qing now.

  Spring chill is sharp at times, small green willow buds begin to sprout.

  Xun Qing had just come out from the boss's place, shaking off Zhang Zhaoyan who insisted on dragging him to Chunxiang Building for a drink. He felt especially refreshed now.

  Winter has gradually bid farewell to its harsh nature, revealing a playful appearance. The small villa by the pond relies on a large artificial lake, and the ice surface connected to the lake reflects a glass-colored illusion in the sunlight. Occasionally, you can hear the faint sound of "擦擦" and the gentle gurgling of the lake water as it thaws, bringing new joy to people. If you're lucky, you can see the perfect arc of jumping koi fish and strings of crystal clear water droplets.

  Spring is a season that can bring people hope and beauty.

  Xun Qing yawned and stretched lazily in the warm sunlight, feeling drowsiness wash over her in wave after wave.

  The house was small, but from afar, she saw him standing upright in the sunlight, so beautiful. He belonged to the sunshine, she had always known, while she could only stay forever in the shadows, gazing at him from a distance.

  She suddenly didn't dare to walk up, didn't dare to touch him. But... she secretly gritted her teeth, floated out, and softly hung her arm around Xun Qing's neck, startling him.

  "Ling'er, how did you come?"

  "Cut, you all know it's me, no point at all." Fang Xiaoling pouted and put away all her retreating emotions. She wanted to protect him, stand by his side, regardless of the means or cost. "It's boring being alone, come play with me."

  Xun Qing gently stroked her hair and said warmly, "Ling'er, what do you want to play with?"

  Fang Xiaoling hung her head, staring at her toes, and said listlessly, "My hand hurts, nothing is fun to play with."

  "Let me see." Xun Qing furrowed her brow, apparently also noticing the small dark red patch on her arm. "How did that happen? You're not usually so careless."

  Fang Xiaoling sniffled and muttered in a stifled voice, "I accidentally fell and scraped my skin."

  Xun Qing was stunned, her face filled with incredulity, and she almost blurted out, "Even a four or five year old child wouldn't fall like that, you've lived for hundreds of years, how...".

  Heng Ran saw Fang Xiao Ling's face getting darker and darker, Xun Qing wisely stopped talking, but still couldn't help laughing out loud.

  "... Fang Xiaoling twisted his arm, somewhat fiercely, "Had enough of laughing?"

  "Hmm... Haha, cough... " Xun Qing stopped laughing and managed to compose himself with a somewhat serious expression. "Uh, you, your arm, what's going on?"

  "What's going on? Are you ruining my face?! Ruining it!!" Fang Xiaoling puffed out her cheeks, still fuming. "I can still use human ointment, give me some."

  Xu Qing didn't think much and asked very seriously, "How many is 'a few'?"

  Fang Xiaoling was a bit tongue-tied and didn't know how much medicine to take, so she casually said, "I want a dozen!!"

  Xīn Qīng couldn't help but burst out laughing at this moment, "Do you really know how many are in a dozen?"

  "I don't care, I'm in a bad mood after ruining my looks, so I'll have a dozen!!"

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