Section 1

Many years later, he realized that the red apple had long since fallen into the depths of his heart. However, the red apple was poisonous. It was the apple given to Adam by the deceitful serpent of the Garden of Eden, and that poison had unknowingly invaded his internal organs, accumulating deep within his heart's veins, only the true Eve could解.

Nie Zhuoyang gently tucked away the strand of hair that had fallen, but his words were filled with disdain: "Why don't you tie it up? If it falls into the porridge, how am I supposed to drink it?"

"This is more like it," Nie Zhuoyang beckoned with his finger, indicating for her to come closer. "You are not making use of the resources at your disposal. How about this: come over whenever you have time, and we will conduct a simulation exercise!"

Nie Zhuoyang lazily leaned against the bed, watching Tang Xiaoxiao standing by the window, her head lowered as she focused on ladling the porridge into a bowl bit by bit. A gentle breeze lifted a corner of the window curtain, and the morning sunlight streamed in at an angle, casting a faint golden hue over her. Today, she did not tie her hair in a ponytail; her long hair fell loosely, with a strand brushing against her cheek, exuding an indescribable softness and charm, even seeming more beautiful than her mother in her youth

"Go ahead and disgust me, I am a man of my word, and today I will drink this poison!" Nie Zhuoyang, with a face full of righteous indignation, snatched the thermos, opened the lid, and was stunned to see this color of millet porridge

This house was originally purchased as a housing reform property by Nie Zhuoyang's father while he was still in the Star Navigation Flight Department. Later, it was passed down to Nie Zhuoyang. Due to its proximity to No. 1 Middle School, he often stayed here alone during his secondary school years. Tang Xiaoxiao also visited a few times during middle school. After many years, the house has been renovated, featuring a modern minimalist style, and the furniture and decor clearly indicate that it is the residence of a single man

Hmm. Tang Xiaoxiao nodded, changed her shoes, entered her room, turned on the light, and stood in front of the mirror. After looking for a moment, she reached out and poked her face in the mirror: "Tang Xiaoxiao, you must believe in yourself, you can do it!"

Nie Zhuoyang did not see her following, but when he turned around, he found her puffing her cheeks in an angry manner, and he smiled: "Don't be so petty, I won't let you work for nothing, there are good things waiting for you!" Tang Xiaoxiao felt embarrassed by his words and went upstairs with him, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that he resembled a mischievous uncle luring children with candy. Yet, she obediently followed him. Nie Zhuoyang took the two bags of grains to the kitchen, and did not forget to instruct her: "Put that treasure in my study, the amethyst cave! It's specifically for health, be careful not to break it." Yet, she couldn't shake off the feeling that he resembled a mischievous uncle luring children with candy. Yet, she obediently followed him. Nie Zhuoyang took the two bags of grains to the kitchen, and did not forget to instruct her: "Put that treasure in my study, the amethyst cave! It's specifically for health, be careful not to break it."

The girl is standing on the balcony of the fifth floor, hanging up clothes. She seems to have just taken a shower, wearing a sleeveless nightgown that does not reach her knees. Her face is flushed, radiating a healthy glow, resembling a red apple

"I still have things to attend to, and besides, why would you need me to pick you up?" Tang Xiaoxiao turned around to pack her things. Nie Zhuoyang sighed inwardly; in fact, he was in good health and should have been discharged three days ago, but he had insisted on staying until now. Reluctantly, he took a sip of porridge and said, "Three meals of porridge a day, my sense of taste has deteriorated. Are you free tonight? I would like to invite you to the Coconut Grove Restaurant for seafood!" Tang Xiaoxiao glanced at him and shook her head, saying, "With your stomach, you should take it easy. Besides, I have an appointment tonight, so I really don't have time." He reluctantly took another sip of porridge and repeated, "Three meals of porridge a day, my sense of taste has deteriorated. Are you free tonight? I would like to invite you to the Coconut Grove Restaurant for seafood!" Tang Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at him again and shook her head, saying, "With your stomach, you should take it easy. Besides, I have an appointment tonight, so I really don't have time."

If I pass the preliminary round, I will treat you to a seafood feast!" Tang Xiaoxiao turned back with a smile, waved her hand, and left without taking a single cloud with her

Chen Chen received a gift from Tang Xiaoxiao and exclaimed with excitement: "Usually, Dad stays with Mom in the suburbs. He has given me many gifts, and he promised to come over tonight!" As she spoke, she presented a pile of items, showing them to Tang Xiaoxiao one by one: "Barbie dolls, look, there are several sets of clothes! And a magic wand from the magical girl Balala, and this is a magic crystal ball..." The more Tang Xiaoxiao looked at these items, the more familiar they seemed, until she saw a photo of Chen Chen with her father, and she suddenly realized. It turned out that Chen Chen's full name should be "Chen Chen," and her father is indeed Chen Ling! That makes sense! Tang Xiaoxiao felt enlightened. No wonder Director Chen suddenly took an interest in her; it was because she is a friend of little Chen Chen, right? However, being under Director Chen's attention brings quite a bit of pressure. Just thinking about the upcoming preliminary competition made Tang Xiaoxiao's head start to ache again. After leaving the Chen family, Tang Xiaoxiao had not walked far when she heard a whistle from behind. She turned around, looked at the person behind her, and said helplessly: "Young Master Nie, it's the middle of the night; scaring people can really be deadly."

"What nonsense!" Tang Xiaoxiao exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist, and she lifted her foot to kick. "It's really for stargazing! It's a birthday gift from my fifteenth birthday, it's been there for many years!" Nie Zhuoyang released his grip and threw the plush airplane aside, forcefully restraining her hands and feet, "What are you going crazy for! If I really wanted to look, I wouldn't look at you. In terms of looks and figure, aren't all my ex-girlfriends better than you? Do I need to bother?" Tang Xiaoxiao struggled in his arms for a moment, then suddenly stopped moving. Nie Zhuoyang, taken aback, loosened his grip and watched her walk out of the room with her head down. It wasn't until he heard the loud 'bang' of the door closing that he irritably grabbed his hair and muttered, "Idiot!"

He was carrying a suitcase, looking weary from travel, likely rushing back to see his daughter after the meeting ended to catch the evening flight. Tang Xiaoxiao suddenly had a strong feeling that this person in front of her was someone she could trust and confide in. She wiped the corner of her eyes and asked earnestly, "Director Chen, am I really useless? Am I just a burden with no redeeming qualities?"

"I haven't been here for many years, where is the study?" Tang Xiaoxiao wandered around with the crystal cave for a few circles. As she came out of the bedroom, she saw Nie Zhuoyang standing in the corridor with a cheerful smile, looking at her: "Have you finished checking? The study is to the north"

The sky in late autumn is clear and high, as if it were transparent in its deep blue. Beneath the blue sky and white clouds, rows of massive silver eagles are lined up neatly, slowly gliding towards the end of the runway

When a familiar face appeared in the telescope, his gaze was inevitably fixed.

Recently, he has been constantly mentioning the words "old classmate". Tang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to follow closely for a couple of steps, staring at the tall and long-legged person in front of her, who was striding forward with great vigor, unable to understand how she had willingly reduced herself to the role of a bag-carrying sidekick

She is his vast changes of the world, his sudden glance back, and the entirety of his awakening to love and unwavering affection

In the distant and vague memories, his grandmother would tenderly and lovingly care for him. His father would always scold him while holding his report card, lecturing him with grand principles, yet he never had the time to help him with his studies, nor had he ever attended a parent-teacher meeting; his mother's concern for her own figure and skin far outweighed her concern for him, and her standards for him were merely to be well-fed, warmly dressed, and provided with sufficient pocket money. Later, when something happened at home, he seemed to grow up and become sensible overnight. He studied hard, not only achieving perfect scores but also skipping a grade; he worked tirelessly to strengthen his body and never fell ill or went to the hospital again

Nie Zhuoyang couldn't help but feel a bit disdainful of himself; having navigated through the myriad of life, how could he appear before her like a young boy experiencing love for the first time? Yet, he soon found solace in this thought. All his budding feelings and deep affections were embodied in her, weren't they? She was his vast ocean and changing world, his moment of sudden realization. What he needed to do now was to gradually step into her heart and ultimately occupy it completely! Tang Xiaoxiao brought the porridge to the bedside and shot him a glare: "The floor is so cold, jumping around barefoot, do you still want to be discharged?" Nie Zhuoyang realized that he truly appreciated Tang Xiaoxiao's tone at this moment. Taking the bowl of porridge, he smiled.

"It is not even 9 o'clock yet, how can it be the dead of night? Did your date end so early?" Nie Zhuoyang stood at the back of the car, smiling as he looked at her. "Weren't you supposed to be out for seafood? Why are you back so soon?" Tang Xiaoxiao, with her keen eyes, noticed the clearly visible lipstick mark on the collar of Nie Zhuoyang's shirt under the bright streetlights.

"Do you have a date?" Nie Zhuoyang looked up at her, inquiring, "Is it a beauty or a handsome guy?" Tang Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and replied, "Well, I suppose it's a beauty."

Tang Xiaoxiao's body stiffened, and her hand holding the spoon trembled

"How could that be? Are you questioning my judgment in assessing people and my standards for employing them?" Chen Ling smiled, and the usually cold lines of his face suddenly became animated. This statement undoubtedly made it clear to Tang Xiaoxiao that it was indeed he who recommended her for the control officer competition. "But..." Tang Xiaoxiao bit her lip. Chen Ling set down his suitcase and pondered for a moment, saying, "You are responsible in your work, eager to learn and diligent, meticulous and serious, and your logical thinking is quite good. Therefore, your control plans are smooth and efficient, and your voice is sweet and pleasant. You can be said to be a beautiful sight in our control tower!" "But..." Tang Xiaoxiao bit her lip again. Chen Ling continued, "Especially during flight congestion and flow control, I have observed that only you can timely soothe the anxious emotions of the waiting crews for takeoff. Although it is just a few words, the effect is significant." "Am I really that good?" Tang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but widen her eyes. "Your English is your weak point and needs further improvement, as does your adaptability. Of course, this requires the accumulation of experience. Your biggest flaw is your lack of confidence." Chen Ling looked at her, his deep and calm gaze revealing warmth and encouragement, igniting a spark in Tang Xiaoxiao's heart, making her blood gradually boil. "In my opinion, every girl has a proud princess living in her heart." At some point, Chen Ling's hand had already rested on her shoulder, "Believe in yourself, treat yourself well! You are no worse than others, and you can even do better!"

After speaking, he swiftly jumped back onto the bed, leaned against the headboard, and instinctively pressed on his chest. The heart inside was beating uncontrollably.

This telescope looks very professional, and it is likely used for stargazing. Tang Xiaoxiao turned off the light in the study, pulled the curtains open a bit, and then leaned in to take a look. Just one glance was enough to startle her nearly into jumping up. She blinked her eyes and leaned in to look again. Indeed, it was not an illusion; what appeared before her was none other than her father, Tang Shengqiang.

The A380-shaped toy airplane is chubby, with a pair of round big eyes and a silly, endearing smile. He turned around and left the study, entered the bedroom, tossed the plush airplane onto the pillow, and then lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling

After cooking the porridge for several hours, you must drink it! I will leave first and come back for dinner later

Tang Xiaoxiao walked forward with her head down, feeling an unprecedented sense of dejection, a tremendous sense of defeat overwhelming her, her eyes and nose stinging as if she had been punched. "Xiao Tang?" A familiar voice came from ahead. Tang Xiaoxiao looked up, tears that had long filled her eyes began to flow uncontrollably, and she hurriedly raised her hand to wipe them away, flustered as she said, "Director Chen." Chen Ling looked at Tang Xiaoxiao's reddened eyes, stepped forward, and lowered his voice, asking, "What’s wrong, Xiao Tang?" Tang Xiaoxiao looked up, tears that had long filled her eyes began to flow uncontrollably, and she hurriedly raised her hand to wipe them away, flustered as she said, "Director Chen." Chen Ling looked at Tang Xiaoxiao's reddened eyes, stepped forward, and lowered his voice, asking, "What’s wrong, Xiao Tang?"

Nie Zhuoyang quietly gazed at Tang Xiaoxiao, enveloped by a warm yet bittersweet emotion. Deep within his heart, a warm sensation was spreading, filling his chest, as if it were about to melt him entirely

"What is this?" Tang Xiaoxiao took one bag after another, feeling their considerable weight. "Millet, cornmeal, and a treasured item for the house, all gifts from friends." Nie Zhuoyang closed the trunk, locked the car door, and walked ahead casually, "Help me carry these up, old classmate, take care of my frail body."

Regulator Competition? Nie Zhuoyang lazily leaned against the headboard and casually uttered an English phrase, "A passenger on board seriously ill."

Seeing that Tang Xiaoxiao did not respond, Nie Zhuoyang shook his head: "Alas, with your level, how can you participate in the competition? Don't you understand? The sick man complains of acute pain in the underbelly. Please arrange first-aid for the patient on arrival.

In a quiet room on the top floor of the inpatient department of the Civil Aviation Hospital, the walls were snow-white, and outside the window, the bare branches swayed in the wind, presenting a scene of deep autumn chill. Nie Zhuoyang, who had been in the hospital for several days, was feeling bored and stretched lazily. Just as he sighed, he caught a glimpse of a figure peeking through the crack of the door, so he straightened up and shouted, "Who is it? Sneaking around like a ghost!"

From then on, Tang Xiaoxiao cooked porridge every day, while Nie Zhuoyang practiced with her daily. After a week, Tang Xiaoxiao finally felt a bit of confidence for the preliminary competition.

She did not dare to look at those photos, although the doctor later said that it was merely gastrointestinal bleeding caused by food poisoning, which looked frightening but would not leave any aftereffects after treatment. At that moment, she truly believed he was about to die; her ears rang, and she could hear nothing, her mind went blank as if struck by lightning, and her legs went weak.

Nie Zhuoyang turned his head to follow her gaze and smiled, saying, "Oh, the seafood is too fierce; I just recovered from a serious illness and couldn't handle it, so I had to escape back." While speaking, he took something out of the trunk of the car, "Here, help me with this."

Is it really not poisonous? "It has specially added brown sugar, which is good for replenishing blood." Tang Xiaoxiao handed him the spoon. "Thanks!" Nie Zhuoyang took a sip, nodded, and said, "Hmm, the taste is quite good, sweet with a hint of fragrance, and it is smooth on the palate."

Clearly, he wanted to sincerely thank her. The bowls of porridge not only soothed his stomach but also warmed his heart. He had not yet had the chance to tell her that the porridge she made was the best he had ever tasted! Yet just now, he watched helplessly as Tang Xiaoxiao left with a hurt expression, lacking the courage to chase after her and explain, simply because she had nearly uncovered the most hidden secret in his heart. The telescope was a gift he received on his fifteenth birthday. His birthday is in June, and he is a Gemini. He closed his eyes, as if returning to that sweltering summer. He excitedly set the telescope on the balcony, spent most of the night stargazing, and finally moved it to the study, turned off the lights, adjusted the eyepiece, and playfully 'scanned' the two shorter buildings below.

"Who is sneaking around?" Tang Xiaoxiao pushed the door open and glanced at the bed piled high with fresh flowers, fruits, and supplements. "Has your fan club left?" Nie Zhuoyang smiled slightly, "I had the nurse send them away. This place is on lockdown now; aside from my old classmate Tang Xiaoxiao, no one else can come in!" Before he finished speaking, a woman in her sixties pushed the door open again, carrying a thermos. Tang Xiaoxiao pouted and stepped aside. Nie Shao's words were truly not to be trusted, not even a punctuation mark. The woman glanced at her, seemingly accustomed to the girl appearing in Nie Zhuoyang's hospital room, and did not ask any questions. Tang Xiaoxiao could only smile awkwardly as a greeting. "Aunt Liang, didn’t I say not to bring me food? The doctor has restricted my diet," Nie Zhuoyang pointed to the medical advice on the headboard. "It's porridge; you can drink it," Aunt Liang placed the thermos on the bedside table, looked at the full table, picked up the two large bouquets of flowers, and turned to Tang Xiaoxiao, "Young lady, did you send these?" Tang Xiaoxiao shook her head, and Aunt Liang stuffed the flowers into her arms, "Then I'll give them to you; take them away."

This was completely different from her usual self hidden beneath the loose school uniform, and he suddenly felt as if something had awakened deep within his heart, transforming him.

Thank you, Director Chen!" Tang Xiaoxiao came to her senses, feeling a bit flushed. Chen Ling smiled faintly, his gaze warm: "Alright, go home and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, everything will be fine. I should head home too; today is my little princess's birthday." After bidding farewell to Chen Ling, Tang Xiaoxiao walked up the stairs with a light step: "Dad, I'm back!" On the coffee table, there was a bottle of Red Star Erguotou and a plate of peanuts. Tang Shengqiang was pouring himself a drink, and upon hearing her, he turned his head from the television: "Did you have fun?" Tang Xiaoxiao walked up the stairs with a light step: "Dad, I'm back!" On the coffee table, there was a bottle of Red Star Erguotou and a plate of peanuts. Tang Shengqiang was pouring himself a drink, and upon hearing her, he turned his head from the television: "Did you have fun?"

"Bored." Nie Zhuoyang looked at her, his mouth drooping like a child. "Bored?" Tang Xiaoxiao smiled, picked up the phone from his pillow, and handed it to him, "If you're bored, just go on Weibo. You are already a Weibo celebrity, and now you are even more famous, with countless fans. Heroic captain! You flew the plane back safely for hundreds of kilometers even while spitting blood."

Nie Zhuoyang slowly raised his lips and said, "The congee must be made with Northeast pearl rice."

Tang Xiaoxiao felt a flush on her face, pretended not to understand, walked into the study, carefully placed the amethyst geode on the desk, and turned her head to see a tripod propped up on the bay window, covered with a cloth. Driven by curiosity, she lifted the cloth to take a look; it was not a camera, but a telescope.

Nie Shulan is a beauty, but she is also a busy person. In Nie Zhuoyang's memory, his mother has never personally cooked for him or taken care of his meals. When he was a child and fell ill, he would always lie alone and lonely in the hospital bed. The children's hospital only allowed female family members to accompany the patients, and while other children had their mothers by their side, he had at most Aunt Liang with him. Aunt Liang is a taciturn elder, unlike other mothers who would tell stories, sing nursery rhymes, and gently coax their children to sleep. At that time, the cold medicine was infused into his veins, and he always felt very cold, always missing his grandmother.

"Hey, don't go, I have something to discuss—" Nie Zhuoyang called out to her, patting the bed beside him, "Come here, I really have something to say. Since you are already here, why not show a little concern for an old classmate?" Tang Xiaoxiao dragged a chair and sat down by the bed, blinking her eyes: "What is it?"

Ah? Tang Xiaoxiao felt utterly perplexed. Aunt Liang paid her no mind, busily taking out bowls and spoons from the bag and then reminding Nie Zhuoyang:

I will be discharged this afternoon. Old classmate, will you come to pick me up

"No need, really no need, the hospital has specialized meal services here." Nie Zhuoyang said helplessly. Seeing Aunt Liang about to leave, he asked again, "My hospitalization, my mother doesn't know about it, right?" Aunt Liang turned back and replied, "What would happen if she found out? She just fell ill a few days ago and hasn't recovered yet." Nie Zhuoyang breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, please don't tell her. I'm fine, and I will be discharged in a few days." After Aunt Liang left, Tang Xiaoxiao placed the flowers on Nie Zhuoyang and cheerfully said, "Fresh flowers for the hero! I say, hero, since you're fine, just take a good rest, and I will be leaving too"

"What is it? Is it for me?" Nie Zhuoyang tossed his phone aside and pointed at the bag she brought. "Millet porridge, I care enough about my old classmates, right?" Tang Xiaoxiao took out a thermos from the bag. "You are so thoughtful, thank you." Nie Zhuoyang's eyes lit up as he reached for the thermos. Tang Xiaoxiao smiled and handed it to him: "Millet porridge is good for the stomach. My dad has a bad stomach, so I often make millet porridge for him. This is what he didn't finish this morning." Seeing the corner of Nie Zhuoyang's mouth twitch, Tang Xiaoxiao stared at him and said: "Didn't you say that as long as I make it myself, you would definitely eat it?" Tang Xiaoxiao smiled and handed it to him: "Millet porridge is good for the stomach. My dad has a bad stomach, so I often make millet porridge for him. This is what he didn't finish this morning." Seeing the corner of Nie Zhuoyang's mouth twitch, Tang Xiaoxiao stared at him and said: "Didn't you say that as long as I make it myself, you would definitely eat it?"

Tang Shengqiang was turning on the balcony light to dry clothes, and the magnification of the telescope was very high, clearly showing even the cigarette he had in his mouth. The room next to the balcony, with its small floral curtains, was her bedroom. "Why did you turn off the light?" Nie Zhuoyang walked in, turned on the study light, and held a cute A380 cartoon-shaped plush airplane in his hands. Tang Xiaoxiao turned around, without saying a word, snatched the plush airplane from his hands, and smashed it hard on his head: "You peeping tom!" Nie Zhuoyang was stunned by her attack, and after being hit several times on the head, he finally reacted, grabbing her hand: "That telescope is for stargazing!"

In fact, it was little Chen Chen who invited Tang Xiaoxiao tonight to attend the birthday party. In the living room, besides the two elderly people, there were several children of similar age to Chen Chen, all gathered around the birthday cake on the table, busily inserting candles.

Many years ago, a young boy concluded that red apples were charming yet malevolent things that always brought him misfortune From that point on, he dedicated himself to knocking red apples down from the treetops

Tang Xiaoxiao did not take the elevator, but ran down the stairs all the way, supporting herself on her knees and gasping for breath. She stood up straight and looked back. The sensor light flickered on and off, plunging the corridor into darkness. Tang Xiaoxiao smiled self-deprecatingly, wondering if Nie Zhuoyang would chase after her. They were not a couple quarreling or having a falling out. Nie Zhuoyang was right; every one of his girlfriends was more beautiful than her, with a better figure. His standards for a girlfriend had always been glamorous, tall, and voluptuous. She had once mocked his vulgar taste, and he had ridiculed her for not understanding men. Nie Zhuoyang was right; every one of his girlfriends was more beautiful than her, with a better figure. His standards for a girlfriend had always been glamorous, tall, and voluptuous. She had once mocked his vulgar taste, and he had ridiculed her for not understanding men

Nie Zhuoyang's heart skipped two beats instantly, and by the time he reacted, he had already jumped out of bed barefoot and reached out to touch her forehead.

"Beautiful lady? Then take me along, I will treat you!" Nie Zhuoyang said with a grin. Tang Xiaoxiao snorted, "I know you have money, Young Master Nie! But I’m afraid that the beautiful lady's father will chase you away with a broom!"

As soon as she turned around, the corners of her mouth drooped. Had her sense of taste deteriorated? ... It seems to be true, which is why he couldn't tell that it was not just ordinary congee, nor would he know that she did not use a quick pressure cooker, but instead stood by the clay pot every day, slowly simmering that pot of congee over a gentle flame

"It's nothing, just some sand got in my eye." Tang Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes. "Did you encounter some difficulties? Or is someone bullying you?" Chen Ling's voice was gentle, filled with concern. The streetlight cast a soft shadow on him; his figure was slender, not tall, yet solid and resolute.

"Brown sugar millet porridge is truly a good thing; it is best for women to drink during their confinement period." Tang Xiaoxiao, seeing him drink with relish, added lightly from the side. "Pfft—" This time, Nie Zhuoyang really spat it out, "Little Chili... I haven't offended you recently, have I?" Tang Xiaoxiao handed him a tissue and lowered her head, saying, "No, I'm just a bit troubled lately." Nie Zhuoyang wiped his mouth, propped himself up on the bed, and looked at her for a moment. Suddenly, a glimmer of starlight appeared in his dark eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted as his voice softened, "That night, my mother was ill, and I stayed at the hospital with her all night." Tang Xiaoxiao raised her head and asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes rolled as she asked uneasily, "What are the conditions?"

"Please stop embarrassing me!" Nie Zhuoyang took the phone and opened Weibo to show her, "Those people at the emergency center are really something; they posted such an unflattering photo. My majestic and heroic image is completely ruined! Look at these comments—'Heroic Captain spills blood in the sky.' I'm not flying a fighter jet, and besides, is there really that much blood? Spilling blood in the sky! And this one, 'Captain Nie, the crimson stain on your chest has become an everlasting vermilion mark in my heart.' Look at these comments—'Heroic Captain spills blood in the sky.' I'm not flying a fighter jet, and besides, is there really that much blood? Spilling blood in the sky! And this one, 'Captain Nie, the crimson stain on your chest has become an everlasting vermilion mark in my heart.' Sigh, I haven't even coughed up blood and I'm already being criticized to death..."

Indeed, even the aloof and proud Lin Yufan has women with graceful figures like Ye Ru entering his bedroom. Regardless of whether Lin Yufan was genuinely moved by Ye Ru at that time or acted on a momentary impulse, she certainly embodies the type that most men are fond of

Recalling the encounter with Chen Ling at the entrance of the hospital, Chen Ling kindly advised her not to overexert herself in preparation for the competition, which made her feel an increased sense of pressure. If she were truly ill, perhaps it would be a relief, as it would provide a legitimate excuse to escape.

Feeling the gaze from behind, Tang Xiaoxiao suddenly turned around and glanced at him, offering a faint smile: "Have you been waiting anxiously? It will be ready soon"

Tang Xiaoxiao finally understood and replied in English: "Copied OK, and the ambulance and doctor will be available on your arrival"

The nightgown was a bit small, and as she bent down and stretched her arms, it outlined the youthful yet graceful curves of the girl. After finishing hanging the clothes, she took a towel to dry her hair. In the moment she turned and tilted her head, her waterfall-like dark hair cascaded onto her porcelain-white, rounded shoulders, appearing indescribably enchanting under the warm yellow light

Why? Nie Zhuoyang, confused, saw that Tang Xiaoxiao was really about to leave, and hurriedly put down the bowl of porridge, "Hey, Little Chili, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, that's so ungrateful!"

Nie Zhuoyang gasped in surprise, while Tang Xiaoxiao quietly turned her face away

"Have you felt any better?" Nie Zhuoyang smiled slightly, lowering his gaze as he brushed the flowers off the quilt onto the floor. Tang Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, then decisively attributed her negative emotions to the pressure of the regulator competition. She stood up and said, "Old classmate, you are overthinking it. I need to go back and study English. Unless I can pass the preliminary round, I won't feel any better."

Meanwhile, Nie Zhuoyang stood by the window, watching as the lights finally turned on behind the distant pink floral curtains. He sighed, pulled up the cover, and wrapped the telescope tightly. After turning around the room, he opened the bookshelf, only to find it couldn't fit, so he had to place it in the corner. He then bent down to pick up the plush airplane from the floor and dusted it off.

She took a step back and, using the light from outside the window, discovered that the telescope's angle was directed downward. In front of this building stood an old three-story stairwell building, and further ahead, the top floor of a five-story building was her own home, with the telescope aimed directly at her balcony