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Her long black hair was wet on her shoulders and droplets of water were still dripping down. Under the light of the lamp, it was crystal clear and suffused with colorful lights.

Lu Qingli quickly picked up the slippers from the ground, followed Xi Muyao's gaze and looked back. She anxiously covered her chest with the bathrobe, and with a "bang", he closed the door.

Lu Qingli scolded him angrily out of embarrassment: "Scoundrel!" It was accompanied by a "pata" sound.

Xi Muyao looked at a slipper that once again appeared in front of his eyes due to Lu Qingli closing the door in a rush, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Amidst Xi Muyao's laughter, Lu Qingli reached out her hand with a blush and pulled the slippers in.

When Lu Qingli finished washing up and came out wearing her bathrobe, the red flush on her face had yet to fade. It was unknown if it was due to the hot and moist water in the bathroom or the chain of black dragons.

Xi Muyao was lying on his bed reading a financial magazine. Glancing at Lu Qingli who had just came out, he was unable to open his eyes.

In the past, Lu Qingli was like a carefully nurtured monarch orchid, every single frown and smile carried a high and mighty aura, as if she was otherworldly. After giving birth, Lu Qingli had instead added a hint of brilliance and loveliness, often making people unable to look away.

Xi Muyao looked foolishly at Lu Qingli who walked in front of him, "Pa!" Lu Qingli smashed the magazine he was holding onto Xi Muyao's face, covering her eyes. Only then did he come back to her senses, extended her arm and grabbed Lu Qingli's neck, pressing Lu Qingli down onto her body.

Xi Muyao looked at Lu Qingli who had walked in front of him in a daze. They had known each other for five years, married for three. But Lu Qingli was still as beautiful as before.

God was such an eccentric guy, time didn't leave any mark on her face.

The year they met, Lu Qingli was still young. Wearing a white cheongsam, she looked like a fairy who didn't eat the fire and smoke of the mortal world. When he chatted with her, Qingli quickly and delicately frowned her beautiful willow leaf eyebrows. Then, the corner of her lips held a faint smile, just like the elegant and straight lotus at the center of a jade wave. The wind ruffled the surface of the lake, and the petals of the white lotus also lightly trembled.

At that time, he was already the CEO of Western Europe, but when he saw Lu Qingli, his heart became chaotic, like a seventeen to eighteen year old boy, not knowing how to react.

With a "pa" sound, Lu Qingli smashed the magazine he was holding onto onto Xi Muyao's face with a slight blush, covering Xi Muyao's eyes. Only then did he regain her senses, she tilted her head, and the magazine landed beside her ear.

Lu Qingli subconsciously held onto Xi Muyao's chest with her hands, but suddenly her hands went soft, and her elbow directly smashed into Xi Muyao's abdomen.

Xi Muyao creased his eyebrows and gave a muffled "yea" sound, causing Lu Qingli to immediately move his hand away.

"Murder of her husband?" Xi Muyao held onto the area of his abdomen where the pain was, and asked, but he was still unwilling to let go of Lu Qingli's neck.

"Pain …" Lu Qingli frowned and said softly. Her appearance was like a lotus flower trembling in the cool breeze;

Xi Muyao caressed Lu Qingli's face. The thin cocoon around him rubbed against Lu Qingli's tender and smooth skin, making him feel a soft and itchy sensation wherever he touched.

"You still know pain? It's so heavy! " Xi Muyao smiled and raised his eyebrows, the happiness spreading from inside to all the cells in his body.

Lu Qingli raised a hand from beneath her body, put it under her eyes, and said, "It really hurts!"

When Xi Muyao saw Lu Qingli raise his own hand and rub it under his eyes, he frowned and retracted his smile. He immediately let go of Lu Qingli and sat up with half a seat, placing the pillow behind him. Then, he easily pulled Lu Qingli up and grabbed the hand that was right in front of her.

Lu Qingli pursed her lips, allowing Xi Muyao to flip her hands over and over. She nervously furrowed her brows, as her heart felt warm, in front of someone who was concerned about her, no matter how strong a woman was, she would unconsciously reveal her delicate and petite side.

"Where does it hurt?" "Why does it hurt?" The light in the room was bright. Xi Muyao had still turned on the bedside lamp, and grabbed Lu Qingli's hand to look at the warm yellow light.

No matter how small Lu Qingli's hand was, it was still made up of tens of thousands of cells. In a place the size of a palm, not to mention Lu Qingli, he couldn't even find a single injury on it.

The warm yellow light illuminated half of Xi Muyao's face, clearly revealing the nervousness and heartache on his face. The angular face had a gentle curve to it.

Lu Qingli's heart was aching and her throat was clogged up and her nose was sore. Even her voice had a thick nasal tone. She went over, extended her index finger and poked her palm before pointing at a certain spot, "This pain … Something seems to have gotten in! "

Xi Muyao looked carefully and only now did he realise that there was an extremely unremarkable little dot in the air where Lu Qingli was pointing at. There was no blood at all, only a slight difference in white color compared to the white and lush skin around him.

Xi Muyao used two fingers to gently pick at that piece of skin. Under the light, there was indeed a centimeter long needle sticking out of the skin, but he was unable to pick it out with his hands.

"What should we do?" Lu Qingli looked at Xi Muyao and asked for help.

"It can be picked out with needles." Xi Muyao said indifferently, "When I was young, I was mischievous and played around everywhere. When my hands were pierced, I would go home and prick mom. Mom took out a needle from her sewing box and gently pricked it and it stopped."

Lu Qingli frowned and said, "Nanny Liu seems to have a needle … I've never used it. "

"Not to mention you haven't used it, finding a needle at home right now is even harder than digging out a piece of gold." Xi Muyao pushed Lu Qingli's hands away and got up to put on her clothes.

Lu Qingli knelt on the bed with her hands folded across her chest, looking at Xi Muyao who was putting on his clothes. "Where are you going?"

Xi Muyao opened the wardrobe, which was filled with women's clothes. Xi Muyao looked up and down, then took a few sets of clothes and threw them on the bed.

Lu Qingli looked at the clothes beside him, her eyes opened wide, casually grabbing one of them, "Isn't that my old clothes?"

"Yeah, you can still wear it, right? Hurry up and wear it to the hospital." Xi Muyao replied indifferently, his eyes sweeping across the various clothes in the closet, and with a raise of his hand, he closed the closet's door.

There were two closets in the bedroom, next to each other. In that cupboard were his clothes.

The clothes, pants, tie, all sorts of things were arranged according to Lu Qingli's habit.

Those clothes were also something that Lu Qingli had forgotten to take away when she divorced him. There were also some that was thrown away by Lu Qingli when he left, and were stopped by him at the right time to be hung up and be returned to the wardrobe.

would definitely return to this house one day. Other than the things that she took with her, everything else in the house was the same as when she left. He had never brought anyone back with him, including Lin Yeyan.

Lu Qingli looked at the clothes in her hand in silence. Put his old clothes here. Lu Qingli asked herself if she should be moved to tears at this time. He still kept his things, but these things that she either threw away or forgot, reminded her why she had left at that time. After a long while, the corners of Lu Qingli's lips lifted into a faint smile, "Mn, go out and wait for me."

Xi Muyao looked fixedly at Lu Qingli and noticed that she was no longer as lively and happy as before. Even though there was a flawless and enchanting smile on her face, she didn't look as real and lively as when she was feeling wronged.

Xi Muyao did not comment, he indifferently turned around and walked out the door, then went downstairs to the living room's sofa and crossed his legs, waiting for Lu Qingli to get down.

After Lu Qingli changed her clothes, she looked at her bare feet and bit her lower lip. She walked to the wardrobe and opened up the middle drawer.

Lu Qingli looked at the closed wardrobe on the left, wanting to see if the left side of the drawer in the middle had socks and a tie on the right side, just like how it was before. Xi Muyao used to laugh at her, having socks and a tie as his neighbors.

Xiao Yan raised his hand and it paused in midair for a long time before it finally landed. There was always a way to know what one wanted to know. Saying that one didn't know was just because one didn't want to know. Who said that knowing more was a good thing? Some things are better not to break the casserole, confused.

Lu Qingli took out a pair of socks from the closet and put them on, and then took out a pair of snow white boots from the bottom of the closet. The pair of high-heeled shoes downstairs really didn't fit with her current casual appearance.

The wind whistled outside the window as it whimpered through the bare branches. Lu Qingli looked around, then walked out of the bedroom and stood at the stairs on the second floor.

There was a trace of red on the white light. It was messy to the point that it was somewhat ludicrous and dazzling.

Lu Qingli closed her eyes, trying to make herself ignore everything that was happening in front of him.

She seemed to understand something. Time does not solve your problem, but it does allow you to look at things from a different perspective after they have happened.

She loved Xi Muyao.

This question could no longer be avoided by her.