CHAPTER 1007: CHAPTER 1007: NO, I CAN’T BEAR TO HURT YOU

Ten minutes later, Li Qiao arrived at the psychotherapeutic consultation room. Before pushing the door, she glanced sideways at Luo Xi, "Did you go to see Ming Dailan?"

As they walked here, Luo Xi had already told her about the man’s treatment situation.

Luo Xi said that Shang Yu’s psychological defenses were very strong, and her hypnotherapy yesterday hadn’t been effective at all.

Even when the man fell asleep, no matter how she guided him, he remained silent.

Only just now did Luo Xi manage to glimpse a small fraction, and the first words that escaped Shang Yu’s mouth were: Mom, those are the fetal protection medicine...

At this moment, Luo Xi leaned one shoulder against the wall, rubbing her temple with one hand, "Yes, I went to the sanatorium the day before yesterday. Ming Dailan is the root cause of his condition. I need to understand the real situation back then so I can guide Shaoyan out of it."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, her fingers slightly clenched, "Has Ming Dailan returned to normal?"

"Hmm..." Luo Xi contemplated for a few seconds and then smiled, "She wasn’t when I went, but as a senior hypnotist, pretending in front of me is useless for her."

Li Qiao retracted her gaze, her lips curling with a hint of understanding, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome." Luo Xi looked down and said intriguingly, "I have my own motives too."

Li Qiao’s gaze slightly flickered, looking directly into Luo Xi’s brows and eyes, seemingly trying to fathom the meaning behind her words.

Seeing this, Luo Xi explained with a deep meaning, "Don’t worry, it’s not about Shaoyan, just a personal grudge between me and Ming Dailan."

"Since there’s a grudge, I suggest you take full advantage of your strengths."

With that, Li Qiao pushed open the door and entered the treatment room.

Luo Xi looked at the slowly closing door with surprise, pondered a bit, and then chuckled softly, "Truly adorable."

...

The treatment room was lit with dim, soft warm lights, with faint light music and calming aromatic incense surrounding the space, creating a comfortable environment that could lower one’s guard.

At this moment, the man on the lounger hadn’t yet woken up. He was sleeping deeply, his expression very serene.

Luo Xi said she wanted him to wake up on his own, not to forcibly awaken him, or it would affect the treatment’s results.

Fortunately, Li Qiao just sat quietly by the bedside, accompanying him without daring to touch him, only using her gaze to depict his lean outline.

The treatment of mental illness often involves pain, and uncovering his psychological barriers is tantamount to reliving everything once more.

But this is a necessary path.

Li Qiao felt both pained and guilty for not being there for him from the start, inevitably feeling self-reproach.

Perhaps influenced by the incense in the treatment room, Li Qiao started to feel drowsy after watching for a while.

Amidst the room’s tranquility, Li Qiao rested her head on Shang Yu’s chest and quickly fell into a light sleep.

It seemed she had something on her mind because not long after falling asleep, Li Qiao had a nightmare.

The long, dark, deep corridor seemed endless. She dreamt that Shang Yu underwent MECT treatment and forgot not only her but everyone else as well.

"Qiaoqiao——"

"Qiaoqiao——"

A beam of light pierced through the sky and fell on Li Qiao, struggling, she opened her eyes, her mind in chaos.

In front of her, Shang Yu was holding her face, repeatedly pecking at her nose, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Li Qiao steadied herself, feeling a piercing headache.

She closed her eyes and leaned forward, being embraced by the man, and apart from the scent of incense in her nostrils, there was his unique crispness.

Li Qiao raised her hand to wrap around his neck, her eyes closed, lingering in fear.

Shang Yu’s strong arms welcomed her into his embrace, his palm gently stroking her stiff spine, "What did you dream about?"

Li Qiao didn’t speak, her entire face buried in his neck, greedily inhaling his scent.

The man’s tousled hair brushed around his eyes, casting shadows that covered the deep emotion in his eyes, "Don’t be afraid, okay?"

He comforted her gently, just like he always had before.

Li Qiao let out a breath, slowly raised her head and locked eyes with the man. The next moment, she took the initiative to kiss his thin lips.

She couldn’t separate or let go.

Li Qiao knew she could never be apart from Shang Yu in this lifetime.

Even if he imprisoned her on a solitary island, even if he restricted her freedom, even if she lived a muddled life, she still wanted him.

She had never blamed or hated, no matter how many twists and turns, they only further solidified their determination to walk together.

After the deep kiss ended, Li Qiao caressed the man’s cheek, "Why didn’t you tell me about starting the treatment?"

"Were you worried?" Shang Yu’s thumb wiped the corner of her lips, his voice exceptionally rich.

Li Qiao admitted she was a bit, leaned over, and kissed him twice more, "From now on, I’ll accompany you."

No matter how difficult this path, she would stay by his side, unable to remain unscathed alone.

The man stroked the back of her head, his deep gaze focused, "Aren’t you afraid my treatment process might hurt you?"

"Would you?" Li Qiao touched the corner of his eyes, faintly feeling he had changed a bit.

In the past, even if there was a one in ten thousand chance of hurting her, he would bury it in his heart endlessly, blaming and regretting, and never express such things so plainly.

Shang Yu seemed different.

At this time, the man pressed his forehead against hers, speaking slowly with a low voice, "No, I couldn’t bear to."

...

Meanwhile, He Chen also received personal information about Luo Xi.

In fact, after spending the past two days together, his guard against Luo Xi was almost nonexistent.

He Chen, with his keen eyes, naturally saw how seriously Luo Xi took the treatment process.

She indeed abided by her duties, and every time after hypnotherapy for Shaoyan, regardless of who probed, she never disclosed a word.

He Chen thought as he flipped through the information on his phone. There wasn’t much special, aside from her outstanding resume, nothing could be picked at fault.

But, Luo Xi only started working as a psychologist at the age of twenty-five, before which her undergraduate and graduate studies were in Chinese Medicine.

Why did she suddenly change majors to start studying psychology?

Was she stimulated?

At this point, He Chen hadn’t yet figured out any useful clues when the phone screen flashed, and a call popped in.

With a straight face, he answered the call, sarcastically responding, "Couldn’t reach Li Qiao again?"

On the other end, as usual, there was a three-second silence, then shortly, a flat question, "No, I just wanted to ask, when are you guys coming back?"

For some reason, He Chen felt a bump in his heart.

He could even imagine Yin Mo’s wooden expression at this moment in his mind.

He licked his lips and raised his eyebrows playfully, "Who are you asking about?"

With Yin Mo’s personality, awkward and pretentious, He Chen didn’t even need to think to know she would say Li Qiao.

Then, Yin Mo swallowed her throat, murmuring, "You."

Damn!

He Chen couldn’t help but lift the corners of his mouth, "Why suddenly..."

Yin Mo changed her tone, "When will you come and get the clothes you left with me?"

He Chen suckled his cheek, suppressing his urge to tease her, "You mean... making me come get them myself?"

Yin Mo was momentarily at a loss, stammering, "I can send them to you too, when do you..."

"Then bring them over, Parma Shang clan Old House, be quick, I’m busy."

With that said, He Chen didn’t give Yin Mo any chance to refuse and forcefully hung up the call.