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My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 559 - 352: More Than One Person Wants to Sneak Away! (Part 2)
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Chapter 559: Chapter 352: More Than One Person Wants to Sneak Away! (Part 2)

"Why aren’t you talking?"

Li Peifeng looked at He Yimeng’s calm face, thinking to himself that Wu Wenyue trying to sneak away was one thing, but you want to sneak away too?! His mind was racing with a slew of thoughts... Bold!!

"There’s nothing wrong with us."

He Yimeng’s heart tightened, her expression surprised: "Then why did you say before..."

Li Peifeng forced a smile: "What relationship doesn’t have its ups and downs? It’s normal to have some mood swings."

He Yimeng scrutinized him, then disdainfully curled her lips, rolled off Li Peifeng’s chest, and struggled out of bed to put on her shoes.

"Where are you going?"

"To shower."

"Together?"

The two entered the bathroom, and after a quick rinse, Li Peifeng picked up the bath mitt to scrub He Yimeng. She didn’t resist but suddenly said: "What are you going to do in the future? Three girlfriends, you’ve met their parents, are you really planning to marry them all?"

Li Peifeng hesitated, then said: "I thought of getting registered in the order I met them, but one of them disagrees..."

He Yimeng remained expressionless: "I find it infuriating just to hear it. There’s no way they’d agree."

"It’s different, we have deep feelings for each other!"

He Yimeng sneered: "No matter how deep, it won’t work. You’re just using love to deplete love. Sooner or later, you’ll end up alone. Let’s see what you’ll do then."

Even so, aren’t you still here?

Li Peifeng blinked, not stopping his scrubbing. Holding onto He Yimeng’s arm with his left hand, he moved the mitt up and down her smooth arm, stating firmly: "See, I told you there’s dirt on you!"

"You’re the one with the dirt! You’re a dirty monkey, a filthy ghost!!"

Amidst the rising steam, He Yimeng’s face flushed as she glared at him. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand back, but since Li Peifeng held onto it tightly, she changed the subject: "Feelings are quite fragile. I admit I have feelings for you, but only for now. Perhaps tomorrow, or next month, or next year, these feelings will disappear. I’m very selfish, not the type to stay in love for long... Don’t be surprised if one day I meet a guy I feel good about and be with him."

Li Peifeng feigned ignorance, just clicked his tongue: "...There’s so much dirt, see, it’s falling to the floor."

"Don’t think just because I said I love you in bed, that I’ll always be devoted to you." He Yimeng was indifferent: "If that’s what you think, then you’re too naive."

"Turn around, hold onto the sink, it’s time to scrub your back."

"Did you even understand what I said?" He Yimeng obediently turned around but spoke with a hint of hidden resentment in her tone.

Li Peifeng didn’t stop scrubbing, and when he finished her back, he sighed: "I understood your part about staying true to yourself. That’s why I don’t really want to focus on relationships right now. I’d rather concentrate on work, at least it seldom lets down my efforts."

"So you’re going to disregard the feelings of those around you?"

"Working hard is also me taking responsibility. It’s like I said, if someone asks for a betrothal gift, I can’t just show up empty-handed, can I?"

Li Peifeng spoke righteously, and He Yimeng was evidently a bit upset. If someone asks you for a betrothal gift, I don’t ask for one; can’t you just decide against pursuing those who do?

After all this talk, you still don’t include me in your plans. Am I not someone by your side?!

"Are you done scrubbing?"

"All done."

"Move over!"

He Yimeng opened the showerhead resolutely, letting the hot water wash over her body. Li Peifeng washed the bath mitt, wrung it out, and handed it over: "Scrub me too?"

He Yimeng pretended she hadn’t heard, picking up the shampoo, checking it, and squeezed out some liquid to wash her hair, feeling a sadness that was hard to express.

As the president of the Emotional Study Society, considering myself an emotional mentor giving online and offline lectures, I can’t even handle a jerk, having to wait as a backup hoping he’d come around... Why?!

Why do I, with my overactive helping tendencies, feel compelled to save him? Just because I didn’t get together with him back then, does it mean I hurt him?

Nonsense, clearly Li Peifeng has it coming; he’s inherently rotten and beyond redemption. I should’ve cut ties with him back then and never looked back...

"I’ll try to control myself not to look for you in the future."

As He Yimeng lowered her head to apply shampoo to her gray hair, she said calmly: "You as a plaything, the more I toy with you, the more I might fall under the illusion of being in love with you, and that’s really inappropriate."

"..."

He Yimeng turned on the showerhead, rinsing her hair as she spoke indifferently: "During the lockdown, when I sought you out, it might also have been out of boredom and defiance with myself. When people are defiant, they forget the original intention of things, only focused on annoying others, forgetting and delaying their own selves..."

Li Peifeng’s mouth twitched: "You sound so confident once you’re done."

He Yimeng gritted her teeth and raised her voice: "Just wait and see if I look for you in the future! Do you really think you’re some new drug that people can’t quit? You dog!"

There was a hoarseness tinge with intensity, clearly showing He Yimeng’s resolve.

Li Peifeng’s momentum weakened a bit. Once she finished rinsing her hair, dried it with a towel, and took the bath mitt that was handed over again, he lowered his eyes: "Then help me scrub, one last time."

He Yimeng frowned slightly but took the bath mitt, put it on impatiently, and grabbed Li’s arm: "Raise your hand!"

"Mm..."

He Yimeng scrubbed vigorously with anger, but for Li Peifeng, the strength was just right, making him enjoy it, while halfway through, He Yimeng was out of breath from exhaustion.

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