Lip Friendship

Chapter 10

"You were undergoing psychological treatment before?"

“How did you know?”

“Why?”

“Difficult to fall asleep, severe depression.”

“When did it start?”

“Five years ago, after you left…”

I pushed him against the railing. “So you couldn’t sleep every night and ended up in my dreams?”

He looked at me in surprise. “You…”

“I often dream of you.”

He stopped speaking, but his eyes turned red.

If Song Ge is a jerk, he’s also a jerk who knows how to look pitiful. Seeing him like this, I admit I’m very moved and want to give him everything.

“Do you like me this much?” I teased him.

“So you’re not leaving again this time, right?” he asked.

“I’m not going anywhere. You focus on your treatment and don’t die before me.”

He looked at me seriously. “Are you afraid I’ll die?”

“Yes, afraid you’ll die before me and I won’t have anyone to give me money. Aren’t you supposed to give me ten million?”

He was silent for a moment and handed me a bank card. “The password is your birthday.”

“How much is in it?”

“A lot of ten million.”

I smiled at him. “So you really plan to support me?”

He hugged me. “No, I’m giving it willingly, happily serving you.”

I pushed him away. “Not today.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not feeling well.”

“Where?”

I really wanted to hit him.

He probably guessed, looking remorseful. “Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Next time, if you bully me again, I won’t say a word.”

I couldn’t be bothered to deal with him.

“I’m going back.”

“Can I go to your room?”

“There are reporters taking pictures.”

“Then to my house?”

I thought about it and agreed. The crew was on break tomorrow anyway.

When we arrived at his villa, he couldn’t help but kiss me again.

“Can you behave yourself for one night?”

“No, I can’t sleep.”

I was truly exasperated.

I pushed him away and began to look around his room.

After five years, I hadn’t been in his room, but the layout hadn’t changed. It felt like I’d never been away.

I sat at his desk, picked up his keyboard, and found a photo underneath.

It was a one-inch photo of me from college.

“No explanation?”

He sighed. “I went to your school once secretly. There was a notice about your exam admission ticket on the confession wall, so I took the photo.”