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nThis agreement was written personally.

nXiang Huai’s first reaction was that the little kid’s handwriting was very good but not quite elegant. Her strokes were sharp and abrupt. It was obvious that she was not in a good mood when she wrote this agreement.

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nHe then looked at the contents.

nXiang Huai raised an eyebrow.

nHe had no interest in item 1. After all, he did it every day. But item 2? Wasn’t it too infrequent for him to kiss her just once a week? There will always be exceptions. As for 3, his father-in-law can just call him for dinner. If it’s 4, would he not be able to make a phone call?

nThese comments flashed across his mind one by one. When he looked up, he saw the girl looking at him seriously. Her misty eyes were filled with solemnity, as if she was a cat that was on the verge of exploding. It seemed that if he dared to bargain, she would lash out with her claws.

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nHe chuckled and replied, “Okay.”

nSeeing that he agreed, she seemed to finally relax a little. She then picked up her breakfast and placed it on the counter.

nWithout Lu Chao around, Xiang Huai took it and walked to the dining table to set it up.

nThe little kid was very serious when she ate. After she finished eating, she became even more serious when she held his hand, causing him to not dare to tease her. After a few minutes, she let go of his hand and asked expressionlessly, “Is this shirt made of fiber?”

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nXiang Huai was baffled. “…I think so. Why?”

nWho would actually learn about clothing materials?

nHowever, Xue Xi heaved a huge sigh of relief when she heard this.

nThe fiber of the fabric rubbed against the skin, making it easy to produce static electricity. No wonder when they held hands these last two times, it felt like the places they touched would become numb and tingling, as though an electric current had passed.

nShe seriously suggested, “You should wear pure cotton… more comfortable.”

n“…Oh.”

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nXiang Huai felt that this conversation was a little strange, but the little kid’s way of thinking was always strange. If she did not explain, he would not be able to guess her thoughts.

nXue Xi had no intention of explaining. She picked up her bag and walked out. “I’m going to school.”

nShe slowly walked forward. When she reached the school gate, she saw the red-haired Gao Yanchen lowering his head and holding his phone as he entered the school.

nBehind him, Flame Number One was holding a language textbook and reading it attentively.

nThis doesn’t seem right, does it?

nPuzzled, Xue Xi followed them.

nGao Yanchen spotted her from the corner of his eye and put down his phone. Raising his chin, he said, “I hired a martial arts master yesterday.”

nXue Xi: “?”

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nGao Yanchen coughed and said, “I’ll compete with you after I’ve practiced for some time.”

nXue Xi: “…Do your best, then?”

nGao Yanchen: “…”

nWhy did he feel that Sister Xi’s cheer was so perfunctory?

nHe tensed up and suddenly kicked Flame Number One. “Walk properly!”

nFlame Number One: “…”

nWhy was he always the one who got hurt?

nHe put down the book and suddenly said sneakily, “Sister Xi, do you want to read this?”

nXue Xi paused and stared at his language book. “I’ve even memorized that book.”

nFlame Number One widened his eyes. “What? I didn’t expect you to be like that, Sister Xi!”

nHe opened the textbook and revealed that it was actually a comic book. He asked curiously, “But why are you carrying around a comic book?”

nXue Xi was stunned. “Isn’t this a textbook?”

nFlame Number One smiled. “Of course. If I look like this in class, the teacher will think that I’m studying hard.”

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nXue Xi: “…”

nIt felt like her knowledge had grown!

nAfter parting with them on the third floor, Xue Xi entered Experimental Class One. When she passed by the aisle and returned to her seat, she realized that Qin Shuang was holding a math textbook and looking at it with tears in her eyes.

nThe chatterbox wiped her tears with a tissue and said to Xue Xi while sobbing, “The female lead is too pitiful. Sob, this novel is too sad.”

n“…”

nSitting in her seat, Xue Xi took advantage of the fact that she had yet to attend class to read the Chemistry prize. For some unknown reason, the scene of Xiang Huai sitting behind the provision store and reading the Buddhist scriptures and Zhuangzi flashed across her mind.

nIn the past, she had thought that he was indeed reading scriptures. Now that she thought about it, could he be like the chatterbox and the rest? If that was the case, what exactly was he reading?

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nAfter school, Xue Xi took the car back to the Xue family home.

nAfter getting out of the car, she realized that there was a white Benz in the courtyard. It was Ji Silin’s car.

nXue Xi quickened her pace and entered the living room. She realized that her grandmother and Ye Li were sitting on the sofa and that the bedroom was closed as usual.

nIt was true that they could not be disturbed while conducting psychological counseling.

nXue Xi put down her bag and sat on the sofa with them.

nYe Li found a topic to chat about. “Xixi, I’ve already sent the painting you saw yesterday to be framed. It will take about three days. I’ll hang it in your room then.”

nXue Xi nodded.

nAt this moment, Song Wenman asked, “Did you sell the one you drew last night?”

nA look of disappointment flashed across Ye Li’s eyes. “No.”

nSong Wenman did not think much of it and simply said, “We’re not selling paintings to earn a living. We still have to be cultured.”

nAs they were speaking, the bedroom door opened. Song Wenman hurriedly stood up and was about to speak when Ji Silin walked out and gestured for her to keep quiet. He whispered, “He’s asleep.”

nSong Wenman nodded happily and whispered, “He hasn’t been sleeping well recently. He didn’t sleep much last night. It’s good that he can sleep now.”

nJi Silin: “I’ll leave some sleeping pills for him later. Don’t let him take them too often. If he really can’t sleep, just give him one. Perhaps it’s because his living environment has changed that his condition has worsened. It seems that I’ll have to come twice a week.”

nSong Wenman nodded. “Sure.”

nAfter he finished instructing them about Ye Lai, Xue Xi sent Ji Silin off.

nThe two of them stood in the courtyard and Xue Xi looked up at him.

nThe sky darkened and the moon crept up the sky. Ji Silin was still dressed in white and his spectacles reflected cold light. His clean and refined look was just like two years ago.

nXue Xi explained everything she knew about Xiang Huai in a low voice, including the fact that she would die if she was not falling in love. After saying that, she said, “Brother Silin, I know that it’s very mysterious and you might not believe it…”

nBefore she could finish speaking, Ji Silin said sternly, “I believe you.”

nXue Xi’s heart warmed. Ever since the incident, she had been lost and confused. Now, she seemed to have seen the light. “Do you trust me?”

nJi Silin chuckled. “I’ve encountered such a situation before.”

nXue Xi hurriedly said, “Then did I get drugged or poisoned?”

nJi Silin shook his head. “Neither.”

nXue Xi: “Then what is it?”

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