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Xiao Qian nodded. It was only after assessing the man’s character and the fighting capabilities of both cars today that she made such a decision. Usually, she wouldn’t take personal risks to save people.

“Driving without a license is absolutely not allowed. You must get a driver’s license before you can touch the steering wheel. Understand?”

“But there is a car, and a road, that I can drive without a license.” Xiao Qian finished her soup, and then mischievously fed the spicy soup base to Yu Minglang.

“What car? What road?”

“The yellow car driven by a female driver, leading to… this place…” Xiao Qian gestured towards a certain unmentionable position beneath his waist.

“Ahem!” Yu Minglang choked on the spicy soup and cleared his throat.

The female driver, who abruptly started driving, looked gleeful as she watched him chug water with rage in his eyes. Xiao Qian wasn’t afraid at all.

Protected by her aunt’s guise, she wasn’t afraid of anything. Even a Husky would have to squat like a Corgi for her. She was absolutely safe.

But speaking of courage, Xiao Qian thought of something troubling.

“Xiao Qiang, you have to comfort me.”

Yu Minglang saw her troubled face and couldn’t help but laugh in frustration, “You caused me trouble, and I haven’t even scolded you yet. Now you’re asking for comfort?”

“It’s really upsetting. I’ve never been brave and righteous in my life, but when I finally did it, I saved someone I hate.”

In her past life, Chu Xue had schemed against Xiao Qian and her mother terribly. In this life, if it weren’t for Xiao Qian’s wisdom, she would have been tricked badly as well. Saving such a horrible person made her feel unhappy.

“You saved someone you hate, and now you’re unhappy? I encounter people I hate every day at work. If I took it as seriously as you do, I would’ve been angry enough to have a heart attack.”

“Tell me about the time you tried to save someone but ended up beating the hostage instead.” Xiao Qian recalled that someone had told her that Yu Minglang might have had such an experience.

Yu Minglang cleared his throat awkwardly, “Let’s not bring that up.”

“I want to hear.”

“…Well, actually, there’s not much to it. A contractor owed his workers money, leaving them unpaid for a year. Those workers had children who needed medical care, and they were waiting for their pay. The contractor didn’t give them the money, even though he had the funds. He spent it gambling and on women instead. Eventually, he humiliated the workers in front of everyone. One worker’s child died because they couldn’t afford medical treatment, so he took the contractor hostage and threatened to die with him.”

After rescuing the hostage, Yu Minglang ended up beating him and then had to deal with the consequences himself…

From his brief words, Xiao Qian understood. Her Xiao Qiang was a responsible and passionate man. Rescuing the hostage was his mission, after which, beating the hostage was an expression of his passion. He was a man with principles and emotions.

“I’ve found myself liking you more and more.”

Yu Minglang’s face heated up, and he felt hot-blooded under her adoring gaze.

Xiao Qian didn’t dwell on the matter. Her emotions had been a roller coaster of excitement that night. She was bleeding down below, and Xiao Qiang had a nosebleed up above. Yet, they still stubbornly clung to each other.

Yu Minglang said that even if the bleeding became a blood clot, he would never let go. They couldn’t stop the car on the romantic site at night, so they had to make do with a simple embrace.

Xiao Qian spent the night in his arms, dreaming of all the things Chu Xue had done to her and her mother in her past life. When she woke up, she felt uncomfortable all over. Yu Minglang’s eyes stared at her like two light bulbs, wide and embarrassed.

“You didn’t sleep?”

“I slept and then woke up.”

“Silly.” Xiao Qian lowered her head, pecked his face once, and stretched lazily.

“I feel so uncomfortable all over…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I dreamt of someone I hate, and it feels like my sleep quality has decreased.” Dreams are such magical things. Dreaming of someone you like can make you feel happy the whole day, but dreaming of someone you dislike makes even a full night’s sleep unsatisfactory.

“Who did you dream about?”

“No one, I just flew around all night.” She felt sore from flying around all night.

Yu Minglang became jealous.

“You didn’t even dream about me?”

“I can’t control my dreams. It’s all because of you that I—”

She stopped abruptly, not wanting to tell him, lest he became too pleased with himself.

But Yu Minglang had obviously misunderstood. He leaned in close, just 3cm away from her, and smirked mischievously.

“Did you dream about something unhealthy again, huh?”

“What are you talking about? I just flew.”

“Chen Xiaomei, do you actually care about me? When you fly away, what am I supposed to do?” Yu Minglang felt upset again. He had dreamt about something indescribable last night.

“I won’t fly. I’ll go make breakfast.”

Yu Minglang pressed her down, “You go wash up and then just read a book or something, but never enter the kitchen. I’ll do it!”

As he walked away, he added,

“You haven’t moved into this house yet, and I don’t want you to live in a bombed-out one… I’ll cook from now on.”

Xiao Qian put on her glasses, adjusted them habitually, and sighed.

It seemed that her cooking skills had really left a deep shadow on Xiao Qiang…

Yu Minglang had prepared new toiletries for Xiao Qian. She didn’t know if he had prepared them beforehand or secretly bought them.

After leisurely freshening up, Xiao Qian wandered into the kitchen. Yu Minglang was frying eggs. His one-handed egg-cracking action was just too cool.

Xiao Qian wanted to sincerely help him, but Yu Minglang picked her up and carried her out–he even locked the door from the outside to prevent her from coming back in.

Xiao Qian could only wander around.

Yu Minglang loved reading. He had a room with bookshelves lining three walls, all stuffed with books. However, most of them were comics…

There were also some psychology books, likely purchased after meeting Xiao Qian. Imagining him sitting there reading while thinking about her, Xiao Qian couldn’t help but smile.

He wasn’t a diligent student, but his grades had always been good. It was probably his natural talent that ordinary people couldn’t help but envy.

Xiao Qian wrote down several book titles that she thought were good, wanting to share them with him. If they couldn’t be together all the time, maybe reading the same books could provide a different kind of sweetness. The essence of love was sharing—sharing one’s favorite things with the other.

After thinking for a moment, she added the book “Dreams and Psychology” to the list, noting which pages about dream interpretations needed special attention. As she finished writing, Xiao Qian playfully hooked the corner of her mouth upwards.

“Silly Xiao Qiang, if I dreamt of flying, isn’t that the same as dreaming of you?” She left the cryptic note, figuring that Yu Minglang would probably get a nosebleed when he saw it.