All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"So, you've really been asking Tang Xiaohui to introduce me to potential boyfriends all this time?" I wiped my face with the sleeve of my pajamas, the force causing a sting on my skin."Do you really wish for me to fall in love and start my own family that much? Why?"Feeling deeply hurt, my heart ached both inside and out. I lost my composure, and my tone turned sharp: "Are you scared? Scared that I'll drag you down or bother you? Do you want to marry me off just to get rid of me, is that it?""Gloria Kit." Stan Wallace's voice was serious, and even though I was overwhelmed with sadness, I instinctively shrank at the sound of those two words.I had never realized before how my mother's actions had actually affected me. I was mostly just sad and confused. But now, facing Stan Wallace, I clearly understood that it was more than that.My father chose justice and died unexpectedly, leaving me behind. My mother chose a man, using me as a bargaining chip for stability, and I was left b

As the New Year approached, the streets were bustling with activity, but I found myself in a sudden predicament of having nowhere to go. There were plenty of small inns near the school, but I didn't dare stay in such places alone, so I took the subway to the city center and found a place that looked decent and wasn't too expensive.Despite the cool weather, it couldn't dampen people's enthusiasm for the festive spirit. It was almost 10 PM, yet the pedestrian street was still filled with groups of people, bustling and lively. I bought an ice cream and found a step out of the way to sit down. I thought being in a crowd would make me feel less lonely, but watching others' happiness made me feel even more desolate and isolated.The ice cream numbed my tongue, but I stubbornly finished it, only getting up when the cold made my temples ache and my eyes swell. Suddenly, my phone rang. The caller was Alma.Ever since that time when I followed Stan Wallace to visit his grandmother and met Al

"What did you say?" Florence Bobby said in a sharp voice.I was surprised by Florence Bobby's question because I hadn't expected someone as glamorous and beautiful as her to feel insecure about love.Love, it seems, is a fair thing. At the very least, 'feelings' don't care about status or background; they only follow the heart."I told you my brother's contact information because I promised you earlier." I turned to look at the people in the small shop.Stan Wallace was leaning back in his chair, not sitting properly, with his head slightly lowered, lost in thought.From where I stood, I could see Stan Wallace's handsome profile clearly, even though it was a bit blurry. I greedily turned around and unabashedly stared at him, knowing he wouldn't notice."I like my brother, and I'm trying to win him over."He is so hard to pursue.Confessing your feelings can be quite addictive. I now understand why many people like to introduce their romantic partners proudly.Being able to ope

Stan Wallace had already walked quite a distance, but the motion-activated lights in the hallway were still on. I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling my heart race as I ran up the stairs and dialed the locksmith company I had contacted earlier.Having a family has its perks; even something like breaking into a house can be done smoothly.My heart was beating so fast that my words came out unclear, and my tone, urging them to hurry, sounded a bit strange, causing the locksmith to repeatedly confirm:"Is this your place? I'll need to see an ID and household registration when I get there, and it has to be the owner."I hastily agreed, my throat dry, swallowing repeatedly. I rushed to the door, slowing down as I approached and stared at the electronic lock for a moment, hesitating before reaching out."Maybe you don't need to come, sir. I think... I know the password." As I spoke, I entered a string of numbers on the lock. "I think I know the password."With a click, the electronic

Stan Wallace's hands pressed firmly on my waist, pushing me with great force. I could only lift my hands to encircle his neck, whimpering in pain as he pushed, and when he couldn't bear to move any further, he kissed me more deeply.His inexperienced movements were tinged with an uncontrollable recklessness. My heart trembled, and so did my body. In the midst of our entanglement, I tasted blood, and my lips burned with a searing pain.Stan Wallace was like a block of ice, requiring immense patience and warmth to see even a hint of thawing. But his changes were too subtle; merely ceasing to resist was far from enough for me. I wanted him to hold me tight, to envelop me, and never let go."If you don't want me, I'll do these things with someone else." I shifted slightly, lifting my upper body to press closer to him, my eyes half-closed, breathing heavily, my voice unsteady. "Brother, I'll do it with some... mmm..."He pulled me back, pinning me against the sofa, and once again, I fel