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Zheng Mengni set down the drawing paper, her steps light and graceful as she settled onto the armrest of the sofa, lazily leaning against Wei Jingxi's side. She gazed at her artwork with a mix of satisfaction and obsession, her progress in painting evident to the naked eye. It retained her personal style while showcasing her newly acquired, exquisite skills.
Her eyes sparkled like water, with delicate lashes fluttering, radiating a soft and captivating hue. She was truly remarkable.
Meanwhile, Wei Jingxi, who had been watching her intently from the beginning, felt his gaze grow heavier. He completely misunderstood the situation. With her so close by, it would be better to look at him than at the painting. After all, he was handsome too.
Wei Jingxi reached out to hold Zheng Mengni's slender waist, gently guiding her to slide onto his lap. She placed the drawing behind her; perhaps feeling too blissful to resist, she accepted his kiss that came naturally.
Before the kiss, there was the scent of Qing Qian lingering on Wei Jingxi. As he tilted his head back, she brushed her lips lightly against his. "Do you hate me?" she asked softly.
"Not really," he replied. However, being interrupted made Zheng Mengni slightly displeased. "You can be a bit scary when you talk too much. Annoying."
Wei Jingxi chose not to say more, pressing his hand against her lower back as their bodies pressed closely together. One of them was bare while the other wore a thin strap dress. The sensations were incredibly vivid and magnified at that moment.
Slowly opening his eyes, Wei Jingxi gazed adoringly at Zheng Mengni, who had closed hers. He lifted a hand to remove her hairpin, letting her long hair cascade down like a waterfall—smooth and silky. He held her waist tightly, trying to make sure she was as comfortable as possible sitting on him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the painting again and felt his ears flush with heat. In Xiao Ni's eyes, it turned out she could look so unruly.
Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, he leaned in for the kiss he had longed for. The kiss deepened as they lost control, breaking through any defenses that remained. Just like every time before, it felt perfectly matched—there was no discomfort or awkwardness.
When it finally ended, Zheng Mengni’s clothes remained intact without a single wrinkle while his own were in disarray behind her. As the sun set outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, golden rays poured in, casting a warm glow over Wei Jingxi's pale shoulders and subtly tinting them with an alluring honey hue.
Meanwhile, abroad, at one o'clock in the afternoon, in the psychotherapy room, the spacious and bright environment exuded a warm and comfortable feeling.
On the table, two cups of tea sat steaming, freshly poured not long ago. The doctor observed the patient sitting across from him with a calm demeanor. The patient maintained an upright posture, a faint, serene smile lingering on his lips. Despite his distinguished appearance that could easily create a sense of distance, there was an inexplicable aura of approachability about him. Moreover, he could not see.
Even in such a helpless situation, he managed to remain composed and conceal his emotions. Tan Yan briefly introduced his problems and concerns. His pronunciation was impeccable; if it weren't for his distinctly Asian features, one might have mistaken him for a local.
With a gentle and harmless face, he spoke in a way that sent shivers down one's spine. He recounted his actions methodically, revealing an envy that surpassed that of ordinary people. The doctor adjusted his glasses to mask his discomfort and asked, "How long has this situation been going on?"
Tan Yan pondered seriously, "Not long."
The doctor took careful notes. Tan Yan added, "But not too short either."
The doctor looked up, dissatisfied with the vague answer and emphasized the need for specificity once more.
Tan Yan smiled gently, "How should I put it? Why don't you give me a specific direction to think about?"
The doctor paused his writing. "Earlier you mentioned a girl; is she someone you like?"
"Yes."
"Have you been together?"
Tan Yan did not respond. His increasing calmness only heightened the oddness of the situation; clearly, this question made him somewhat unhappy. However, adhering to the principle of honesty and reliability, he felt no need to deceive the doctor—otherwise, it would be pointless to seek help if no diagnosis could be made.
He replied softly, "No."
This implied that he coveted what did not belong to him. The doctor pressed on: "When you liked her, she had a partner; did that make you very angry?"
Tan Yan's smile grew weary. "It was okay."
"Okay" hardly captured the depth of anger he had felt at that time.
To be precise, he had indeed entertained thoughts of killing Wei Jingxi. This was something he did not hide.
The doctor’s expression was stiff; the patient's depression was far worse than he had anticipated.
"When did you realize you were sick?"
Tan Yan looked bewildered. "Am I sick?"
He had come to consult a family doctor for his eyes, but that doctor, who had studied psychology, gently suggested he should see a psychiatrist.
Well, when he first arrived here, his mood wasn’t great. But it wasn’t as if he was mentally ill.
The doctor comforted him, saying that fate cannot be forced and that one should let things unfold naturally. Moreover, she was someone else's girlfriend; such actions were simply inappropriate.
He didn’t say this last part because he knew Tan Yan wouldn’t be able to accept it.
Tan Yan remained silent, bowing his head and listening intently. Suddenly, a sincere smile broke across his face.
"I understand now."
"What?"
"One must strive for it."
He only grasped two words from that statement. Previously, he had been too afraid of being disliked. So he had been submissive and unable to let go.
You can’t expect sweet fruit from a forcibly twisted vine, but how would you know if it’s not sweet unless you try?
He needed to quickly achieve results abroad and show Tan Zheng his worth. He had to hurry back home; he could no longer afford to languish in despair. Otherwise, Xiao Ni might run off with someone else again.
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