Huo Wenting was so fussy.
This wouldn't do, that wouldn't do—it was driving Lu Chengwen crazy.
Lu Chengwen shook his head. "Eat if you can. If you can't, go find a room and sleep!"
"I'm not used to sleeping in other rooms."
Lu Chengwen was practically depressed to death.
"Do you have to live such an exquisite life? Huh, Huo Wenting? Does everything have to be calculated, planned, arranged, and prepared for you by someone else before you can live?"
"You're a person! A living, breathing person! Do you know why, even though you're obviously beautiful, I still think Leng Qingqiu is better than you?"
"What did you say!?" Huo Wenting immediately got angry.
"She's just better than you!"
"How?"
"She's better than you in every way!" Lu Chengwen said. "Outside, Leng Qingqiu is a domineering female president, but in front of me, she's a little lamb."
"I'm not a little lamb."
"Yes, yes, you're a big tiger with claws and fangs bared."
"Why do you always make everything sound so awful!?"
"When people are hungry, they eat. When they're sleepy, they sleep. When they're happy, they sing. When they're sad, they cry. People aren't machines. Being disciplined normally is fine, but if you're disciplined all the time, forever disciplined, then what's the difference between you and a machine? You need to feel like a living person, Sister!"
"I don't feel like a living person?"
"You only have work left in your life!" Lu Chengwen said. "Every once in a while—I mean every once in a while! Doing something out of line, something unplanned, something unconventional, something outside the norm... it can make you very happy."
"Has Leng Qingqiu ever done... those things?"
"She's done plenty," Lu Chengwen said. "She takes couple baths with me, lies on my chest and