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"You heard everything?" Tao Hua asked him.

He sat down opposite him and nodded solemnly, "I heard it all."

Tao Hua’s gaze fell on his injured fingers and asked teasingly, "Does it hurt, or do you regret it?"

There was pain, and there was regret.

This was the first time he regrets something he had done. It was also the first time he felt such pain over a woman.

"How do you plan to cure her illness? If she keeps being like this, does that not mean I can never touch her?" Rong Shaoze asked irritably.

It was unclear at whom he was angry, but his mood was very bad indeed.

Tao Hua glanced at him, his slender fingers gently caressing the rim of the cup, and spoke indifferently, "It takes the person who tied the bell to untie it. You caused this mess, you figure out how to solve it. I have studied psychology, but honestly, I’m better with a scalpel.

Besides, I am psychologically twisted myself, how can I cure someone else? "

Rong Shaoze was choked up. He also wanted to say that he was psychologically twisted, and he worried that he might not be able to heal Lin Xinlan’s illness...

"You must help me find a way to cure her!" he demanded imperiously.

Tao Hua raised an eyebrow, "You’re being unreasonable."

"Aren’t you a doctor? If you don’t think of something, I’ll smash your signboard."

"I am a doctor, but I’m not a professional psychologist! I suggest you take her to see another psychologist."

"She won’t go, and I don’t want her to relive it all over again, or she’ll suffer again," Rong Shaoze said helplessly.

Tao Hua laughed, "You really do care deeply for her. What, have you fallen in love with her?"

Rong Shaoze furrowed his brow, "I just feel guilty."

"Big brother, you think I just met you today? Would you feel guilty towards a person you don’t care about?" Tao Hua stood up, patted his shoulder with vast sympathy, and said, "Congratulations, you’re in deep. I just hope your fall isn’t too ugly."

"..."

Tao Hua walked away irresponsibly, without leaving Rong Shaoze any method to treat Lin Xinlan’s psychological illness.

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Lin Xinlan was speechless; Rong Shaoze had been staring at her for an hour.

He wasn’t tired, but she was.

Putting down the remote, she got up and headed upstairs.

Rong Shaoze also got up, trailed behind her, followed her into the bedroom.

"What are you doing? If you’re not staring at me, you’re following me. What are you planning?" she asked coldly, turning around.

Rong Shaoze did not evade, he looked straight into her eyes and said in a low voice, "Are you really scared of kissing me because of what happened that day?"

"That’s right."

"Are you afraid of kissing me or afraid of kissing all men?"

Lin Xinlan almost laughed out loud; the question was so childish.

"I don’t know. Maybe I could try with other men to see if it’s just you or everyone."

Rong Shaoze immediately regretted asking that question.

"Forget what I just said! You are not allowed to kiss anyone else except me!"

"Without other people, how am I supposed to know if I’m scared of kissing you or afraid of kissing all men?"

"I told you to forget what I just said, did you hear me! Don’t bring this up again, I don’t want to hear it!" Rong Shaoze clenched his fists, getting a bit angry.

The thought of her kissing other men was unbearable for him.

No, even the thought alone was unacceptable to him.