Yu Sheng's words and reactions were very strange and incomprehensible.
The little girl put down the milk with a gurgling sound, but then other mischievous thoughts began to arise.
"Boss, if you can make even a glass of milk with such love, you must have someone you love very much."
Yu Sheng lifted his eyelids, pretended to ponder for a while, and then, in front of several people, he smiled and nodded.
"Do you love him the way I love him?" The girl asked, holding her boyfriend's hand, deliberately showing off their affection.
Her actions elicited a soft chuckle from Yu Sheng, who jokingly remarked, "Perhaps, I love him a little more than you do."
The girl immediately became indignant, clutching her heart as she retorted, "How could that be? I love him to an extreme degree, I can't love him any more!"
Yu Sheng raised an eyebrow and challenged, "Then I might have already reached my limit in love."
The girl immediately retorted, "Then what is the limit of love?"
Beside him, the other girl, whose eyes had been red just moments before, had returned to her seat. She listened to Yu Sheng for a moment in silence before finally speaking.
Yu Sheng leaned on his hand, slightly raised his eyes, and finally his gaze slowly fell on the glass of milk on the table.
He replied, "It's forty-three seconds."
Wearing a pink apron, smelling the aroma of bread, watching time tick by, seeing the red numbers slowly change, my heart pounding, I was tense and focused.
What temperature and how long should you microwave a glass of fresh milk to achieve the perfect drinking state?
The answer is forty-three seconds.
Therefore, the limit of love is also the forty-three seconds during which the heartbeat and the numbers fluctuate together.
The girl wasn't satisfied with his answer, but she felt a strange sense of happiness empathy for him, and she remarked with emotion, "You two must be very happy."
Yu Sheng shook his head. "We're not together."
The girl was surprised. "You broke up?"
Yu Sheng: "No."
The girl asked again, "Didn't you succeed?"
This time, Yu Sheng finally nodded.
Seeing this, the girl said with a mix of teasing and regret, "Boss, this is such pure love, a secret crush, but if you love someone so much, don't you think it's a pity to end it like this?"
Yu Sheng remained silent for a long time this time, until much later when he shook his head with a light laugh.
"It's not a pity, because..."
Shen Shuangjian's love began, and so Yu Sheng's love ended.
Let that love, along with countless forty-three seconds in the past, remain in this azure sea and in the sea breeze that caresses your face.
Even if that figure, who has lingered in his dreams countless times, will never set foot in this quiet bay again, so what?
In his eyes, in his heartbeat, and in countless forty-three-second intervals, Yu Sheng would repeatedly tell himself the same answer.
It's okay, love will come back.
The beach and waves at night, bathed in moonlight, are a pale, romantic color, imbued with poetry and an ethereal, dreamlike quality.
Xie Jinghui chose a detached house by the sea, where he could see the familiar sea just by standing in front of the window.
The wooden houses there have been demolished, leaving only the beach and waves, which bear witness to the past liveliness and bonfires of that place.
Bathed in moonlight, Shen Shuangjian leaned against Xie Jinghui's chest, wrapped in a blanket, and sat down with him on the sofa by the French windows.
Having not had intimate contact for months, Xie Jinghui was not about to let this rare opportunity for indulgence pass him by.
So only by looking closely and listening carefully, and by the moonlight, could one discover that Shen Shuangjian's body, leaning against Xie Jinghui's chest, was trembling slightly.
"Um--Thank you, Jinghui, please don't..."
Shen Shuangjian struggled to raise her wrist, and the blanket slipped off, revealing a glimpse of his exposed, snow-white neck.
Shen Shuangjian her trembling hand covering her chest, and hidden beneath the fabric, there was another mischievous hand.
"Don't touch me..."
Xie Jinghui's hand was held by him, but she didn't struggle. He leaned over and gently bit Shen Shuangjian's reddened earlobe.
Shen Shuangjian tremble uncontrollably, he shrank back, but curled up even deeper into Xie Jinghui's arms, unable to even hold on to her anymore.
Taking advantage of this position, Xie Jinghui even further, pulling Shen Shuangjian into his Shen Shuangjian sit on his lap opposite him.
"Ugh... you."
The fluffy hair rubbed against his skin, Xie Jinghui's head burrowed into his clothes. Every movement of his head was excruciating torture.
Shen Shuangjian wanted to reprimand him, but instead, she shed a string of precious tears.
Xie Jinghui didn't want him to be too tired after finally getting out to play, nor did she want him to stay in bed for days, too exhausted to get up.
Therefore, Xie Jinghui does not intend to do anything to Shen Shuangjian today.
But the interest and returns that are due must not be missed.
Shen Shuangjian has always been a very innocent person. Similarly, he is also exceptionally sensitive, delicate, and even very much like the Princess and the Pea from the fairy tale.
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Seek indulgence from your lover in the only situation where you are not obeyed, not pampered, or loved.
A kiss is always a good way to please Xie Jinghui.
It landed silently.
The ring slipping from her hand meant that the chain around Xie Jinghui's neck had been loosened.
He slowly raised his head from his clothes, his deep eyes, under the moonlight, as unfathomable as a bay.
Xie Jinghui slowly curved her lips into a smile, her voice gentle yet carrying a different kind of aggression than usual.
"The ring, Zhizhi, is lost again."
At times like these, Shen Shuangjian always becomes exceptionally adorable.
He was bewildered and helpless, sensitive and timid.
He would be unable to distinguish many things, including the belief that Xie Jinghui would never truly bully him.
He would be frightened, or hide or become anxious, and would want to find the ring. But if he couldn't, he would cling to Xie Jinghui's arm, pitifully and helplessly trying to stop him.
Trying to stop a chariot with one's bare hands is like a seabird on the beach thinking that as long as it sticks its head into the sand and can't see anything, nothing will happen.
But in reality, when the waves come in, it's the first thing they destroy.
At this point, Xie Jinghui usually has many options.
He can be very bad, like the waves, turning a blind eye to the seabirds' self-deception.
He could also deceive, first using gentle ripples to show the seabird his tenderness, only to have it discover the horror of the truth when it is swept away and dragged into the depths of the sea.
But Xie Jinghui chose the third option.
Shen Shuangjian her head on her knees, breathing softly, and with the peace of mind that comes from being indulged countless times, she fell into a deep sleep.
Like the ever-calm sea, it never stirs up waves, so seabirds fly freely without any restricted areas.
But sometimes Xie Jinghui couldn't help but think about it.
Seabirds spend their entire lives in constant anticipation and hope, always hoping that the sea will not one day be turbulent.
Shen Shuangjian shouldn't have done this to such a pitiful seabird.
He should be a bird, while Shen Shuangjian is the sea.
Shen Shuangjian that all she needed to do was follow her heart; when she wanted peace, all was calm, and when she wanted to lash out, the waves were raging.
And a bird that can never stray from the sea in its entire life will naturally be tolerant.
Just like Xie Jinghui, who always favored Shen Shuangjian.