Shu Yan: "..."
Nuowente chuckled, "People with such a criminal record are hard to believe, so this is the only way I can think of to increase my credibility."
Shu Yan pursed her lips. "What if you're particularly perverted and want me to watch you go out and mess around?"
Nuowente: "..."
"Then you can post the audio online."
Without a second thought, Shu Yan replied, "Wouldn't this be extremely dangerous? If someone finds it, wouldn't you be ruined?"
Nuowente: "Only your fingerprint can open it. After three failed attempts, the program will self-destruct. Well, I don't really want to be ruined either."
Shu Yan realized that what she had just said was inappropriate. They had already broken up, so why should he care about his reputation?
Even if Nuowente is truly ruined, what does it have to do with him?
So he tried to save face. "I didn't mean to show concern for you, I was just curious."
Nuowente chuckled softly. "Little liar, if you didn't care about me, we'd be on Cuiping Mountain by now."
Shu Yan, whose secret had been exposed, said, "... I just don't want to go hiking today. Don't flatter yourself."
Nuowente nodded. "Yes, I was just being presumptuous."
Although Nuowente had gone along with what he said, Shu Yan was still a little angry. He shooed him away, saying, "Get out. I don't want to see you."
Nuowente glanced at the sofa in the bedroom.
"I'm so tired, I'll sleep here for a while."
As he spoke, Nuowente ignored Shu Yan's attempts to stop him and lay down on the sofa in his bedroom.
The sofa in Shu Yan's bedroom wasn't very big; it couldn't fully accommodate Nuowente, who was 1.9 meters tall, so Nuowente's posture wasn't comfortable.
But perhaps he was too tired, so Nuowente quickly lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Shu Yan stood there looking at Nuowente, then at the box that Norvent had shoved into her hands.
Should he trust him one more time?
But the answer to this question was actually given when he let Nuowente come in with him.
He's always like this with Nuowente, he never has any bottom line...
Sometimes even Shu Yan couldn't understand herself why she was so stubbornly persistent.
Was it because the streets of Paris were too cold five years ago, and the embrace of Nuowente was too warm?
Was it this person who caught him when he was at his most lost and helpless?
Was it his gentleness and thoughtfulness, or perhaps it was that room in Provence?
have no idea.
The love hurts so much, yet I can't bring myself to hate.
It seems he can only remain trapped in this quagmire called Nuowente, unable to escape or leave.
Looking at Nuowente sprawled on the sofa, Shu Yan couldn't help but mutter a silent curse, "Bastard."
As he cursed, tears welled up uncontrollably. He always seemed to be crying when he was with Nuowente; he always had a hard time controlling his emotions.
"Yeah, I'm an idiot, but an idiot loves you."
Nuowente's voice rang out.
Shu Yan was so startled that she forgot to shed tears.
Nuowente picked up the dazed Shu Yan and placed her on his lap, then took a tissue to wipe away the little crybaby's tears. "Don't cry, be good."
"I didn't make a sound."
"But I could feel it. I could feel my beloved little crybaby crying again, and scolding me."
Shu Yan's eyes reddened. "You don't love me."
Nuowente kissed his soft forehead. "My love, my love, how could I not love you?"
Shu Yan looked at Nuowente, his eyes filled with sorrow and despair. "But if you love me, why do you make me so sad?"
That look in his eyes broke Nuowente's heart. "I'm a jerk, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, Yanyan, please believe me one more time, okay? Please believe me one more time."
Nuowente held Shu Yan tightly, his voice lacking its usual calm and composure.
Shu Yan murmured, "Cute, it really hurts so much! I'm so scared, I'm going to die."
Nuowente felt a lump in his throat, almost uncontrollably. How could he let him be so sad?
"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, how could I die? My Yanyan will definitely live to be a hundred years old. We even made a promise to hold an exhibition when we turn sixty, and the exhibition will be filled with gifts that Nuowente gave to Shu Yan, and gifts that Shu Yan gave to Nuowente."
He gently kissed away the tears on Shu Yan's cheeks, showing her utmost tenderness.
Shu Yan: "Can I... can I still trust you?"
"Yes, I can. Please trust me one more time, give me another chance."
Shu Yan seemed to want to cry out all the grievances and sadness she had felt over the past few years today.
He cried almost uncontrollably in Nuowente's arms.
Nuowente was heartbroken. He could only try to comfort Shu Yan again and again, telling him that he would never lie to him again and that he loved him very much.
It took Shu Yan an unknown amount of time to finally regain her composure.
Shu Yan's voice still had a strong nasal tone. "I'm going out to see if Xiao Can has come back."
Nuowente: "He probably won't be back until tonight."
Shu Yan frowned, about to speak, when his phone rang.
It's Shen Xingcan.
As soon as the call connected, Shen Xingcan's voice came from the other end of the line.
" Brother Shu Yan, how about we have hot pot tonight?"
"Can."
"Alright, then I'll be back a bit later, around 5 PM, because I'm planning to raise a cow myself. If Second Brother bullies you, Brother Shu Yan can call me anytime, okay? The Ragdoll King is always ready to cosplay as Black Cat Detective for Brother Shu Yan!"