My Mr. Monster

Chapter 107

"Did I do something wrong?"

Wu Yang and Lu Xuan sat on the bed. Wu Yang looked at Lu Xuan and asked questions with a very humble and sincere attitude.

"It's really nothing..." Lu Xuan felt uncomfortable looking at Wu Yang's expression. Xu Zhiyi had clearly said that she couldn't see it at all, but Wu Yang saw it at a glance...

"Then why are you crying? Your eyes are red." Wu Yang's voice was very low. He stretched out his hand and stroked Lu Xuan's eyebrows. "Is it really not because of me?"

Lu Xuan nodded seriously: "I...I tend to overthink things easily, and crying to vent my emotions is a good solution."

"Huh?" Wu Yang's eyes widened in disbelief, "Crying to vent?"

"What else?" Lu Xuan covered his face. "I can't just hit someone to vent my anger, right?"

Wu Yang: ...

"Oh, oh, I see." Wu Yang scratched his head awkwardly, "I thought... I..."

Wu Yang was speechless. For the first time, he realized the direct discrepancy between himself and Lu Xuan. It seemed as if there was a difference between what he believed and what Lu Xuan believed...

"Is there anything I need to do?" Wu Yang asked.

Lu Xuan looked at Wu Yang, who was extremely likable at the moment. He didn't have any hostility at all and was so docile that it was scary.

"You don't need to do anything now." Lu Xuan held Wu Yang's big hand, "Let's get some sleep and it will be almost time."

"Sleeping again?" Wu Yang's face flushed. "Are you really in love with..."

"Stop!" Lu Xuan stretched out his hand and covered Wu Yang's eyes that were about to glow. "Can you think about something serious? You're just sleeping."

"You should have told me earlier. You're so happy for nothing." Wu Yang was a little disappointed, but he didn't make a fuss. He put his arm around Lu Xuan's waist and lay down.

"You like it so much?" Lu Xuan frowned slightly.

"Why not? Aren't people obsessed with these physical pleasures?" Wu Yang said.

"Yeah, it's more satisfying than mentally." Lu Xuan nodded, then reached out and stroked Wu Yang's abdomen. "The injury is almost healed, are you still feeling any discomfort?"

"It's fine." Wu Yang lifted up his clothes to show that after removing the gauze from the bloody hole, there was no trace of the scar at all.

"Is there really no pain?" Lu Xuan reached out and touched it. He felt it was amazing that it could be restored to its original state in just a few days. It was even stronger than a gecko.

"If you touch me again, I'll feel uncomfortable." Wu Yang's ears were red as he whispered in Lu Xuan's ear in a deep voice, "You are openly seducing me."

Lu Xuan couldn't stop laughing. He pinched Wu Yang's waist and said, "Do you really want to do this? You're even trying to seduce me."

"Really..." Wu Yang looked at Lu Xuan with frustration, "I'm still young and energetic..."

"I know, I know. Just hold it in." When Lu Xuan smiled, Wu Yang had already silently approached him, and a pitiful voice came from in front of him again.

"Shouldn't you comfort me?"

"Why should I comfort you?"

"You are my man, shouldn't you comfort me?" Wu Yang said righteously, without any discomfort at all.

Lu Xuan thought it made sense, but thinking of this guy's previous behavior, he said helplessly: "Although my small body can withstand the tossing, I have to go back..."

Wu Yang groaned, "Alright, alright, I'll just bear with it for a bit, but next time I come back I won't care about it anymore."

Lu Xuan thought about it and nodded, "Okay."

【00:00:10】

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"Why did you buy so many flowers?" Wu Yang asked Lu Xuan while looking at the many flowers.

Lu Xuan said, "Didn't Han Song say that Liao Ren wanted these? So I made a few more. They're very beautiful, aren't they?"

"It smells really good," Wu Yang said. "What kind of flower is this?"

"chrysanthemum."

"So white, beautiful."

"I'll buy you chrysanthemum tea next time." Lu Xuan smiled.

"Can this flower be used to make tea?" Wu Yang asked curiously.

"This one won't do. I'll buy it for you next time." Lu Xuan said, holding the flowers. "Take those on the ground too. Let's go downstairs."

"Uh..." Wu Yang hesitated to speak, but finally nodded.

When Lu Xuan found Han Song and the others, he looked at Han Song with a strange look in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Um...did you guys rest so quickly?" Han Song said.

Lu Xuan was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that they seemed to have been away for a short time...

"We already have what we want, so don't ask about other nonsense." Wu Yang said as he piled all the gorgeous flowers in his hand on Han Song.

Han Song quickly shut up and took the bouquet of colorful flowers. The fragrant smell made him almost confused. In this ghost place, the most beautiful colors he had ever seen might be those of poisonous flowers.

"These..." Han Song stared at the flowers in a daze.

"It's for Liao Ren. I also brought sunflowers. These are beautiful too. Consider them as a gift from Wu Yang and me to him." Lu Xuan said.

Han Song couldn't help but feel moved when he looked at those gorgeous flowers. If Liao Ren asked them to get these flowers for him, it would probably be impossible to get them. Some ordinary small flowers would be difficult, let alone these beautiful flowers.

"Thank you..." Han Song really didn't know how to express his gratitude. The rich floral fragrance lingering in his nostrils seemed particularly real.

The girls in the team were surprised when they saw the flowers and couldn't take their eyes off them for a long time.

Lu Xuan had anticipated this. He distributed the flowers in his hand to everyone and said, "Let's present flowers to Liao Ren tomorrow. These are yours."

"This flower smells so good." Jiang Jiang grabbed a bunch of chrysanthemums and said to Lu Xuan, "I've never smelled anything like it before."

"If you like, I'll bring you something more fragrant later. These are from Brother Liao Ren." Lu Xuan rubbed Jiang Jiang's head.

Jiang Jiang nodded obediently. He believed Lu Xuan because Lu Xuan had never lied to him.

Liao Ren's death made everyone very sad, but it did not stop them from leaving. When Lu Xuan felt guilty about Liao Ren's affairs, Han Song and Wu Yang almost took turns to counsel him and brought him back on track.

Lu Xuan felt that what Han Song said was right. There is no road without sacrifice.

The heads used to commemorate Liao Renfang looked particularly out of place at this moment, and Han Song frowned as he looked at them.

He simply threw all the heads away, and then the small grave was planted with sunflowers.

The colorful flowers and pure white chrysanthemums surrounding the small mound seem out of place in this grayish-white world.

A beam of sunlight shone down, piercing through the clouds, and the morning sun scattered on Liao Ren's flowers. Behind him, some people were wiping tears and some were still sobbing, all bidding farewell to Liao Ren.

Lu Xuan thought for a moment, took out a photo from his backpack, put a stone on the grave, and finally offered his own flowers.

Even though life is bitter, at least no one will forget you at this moment.