"If you've never experienced the warmth of life, you'll willingly carry a tough shell on your back and let yourself be pushed aimlessly through the crowd. But once you've experienced it and then lost it, countless obsessions will grow within you, and you'll feel that every day is unbearably painful."
Su Qiao grew interested. "That's quite philosophical. Which famous person said it?"
"Master Du." The corners of Du Muhan's lips lifted slightly. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "I can only sleep soundly when I'm holding you."
Su Qiao struggled a little. "But you may be sleeping soundly like this, while I can't sleep at all."
Who could sleep with both hands held tightly by someone and their entire body pulled tightly into that person's arms?
"Then I'll be gentler." Du Muhan hesitated for a moment, released her hand, then wrapped both arms around her and loosely drew her into his embrace.
"Actually, I'm always afraid that if I let go, I won't take care of them properly and they'll get hurt. One night, I even had a nightmare that you'd injured your hands."
Su Qiao was speechless. "You don't really have a hand fetish, do you?"
"A hand fetish?"
"Probably. Anyway, I only developed it after meeting you."
Du Muhan didn't seem to care much about it.
"Close your eyes and sleep for a while. Didn't you say you still had work to do later?"
*
Gu Xue had just come down from the operating table at Plastic Surgery Hospital when she was arrested.
Her nasal implant had developed a problem, and she had come this time to have it corrected and repaired.
When she saw the police striding toward her, she immediately understood that she was finished.
She remained unusually calm. She didn't struggle or try