All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Why?"Both Little Bao and I almost spoke at the same time, both of us looking confused.Was Stan Wallace simply trying to educate a child, or was there something else on his mind?That day, he asked me in a hoarse voice, "Gloria Kit, whose wife are you?" The question was filled with a sense of oppression and possessiveness, as if one wrong answer would lead to my permanent confinement. Every time I recalled it, it felt like an electric current was passing through my heart.Stan Wallace rarely made me feel his affection for me, let alone allowed me to glimpse his desires.That was the only time, fleeting like a night-blooming cereus.The next day, he could happily accept others being alone with me, their intentions obvious, without showing any concern.Stan Wallace didn't intend to answer our questions. He walked towards the crosswalk, his expression unreadable.I stared at his back, shaking my head to stop myself from overthinking.I liked Stan Wallace so much that every brea

"Sister, why am I sleeping on this side?"The next morning, I was woken up by Xiao Bao's milky voice. Opening my eyes, I saw him sprawled halfway across the pillow, rubbing his eyes as he asked."Hmm?" I didn't understand what he meant at first. It took a couple of blinks for me to realize that I, who should have been sleeping against the headboard, had somehow ended up in the middle between Stan Wallace and the other person. There was a heavy weight around my waist—Stan Wallace's arm.I shot up from the bed, glancing at Stan Wallace, who was still fast asleep beside me.Last night, I was so muddled, but I was sure I had returned to my original spot. Could it be that I sleepwalked due to some deep desire?That would be too exaggerated."What's wrong?" My sudden movement woke Stan Wallace. Without opening his eyes, he spoke with a hoarse, just-awakened voice, turning over to face away from us.I touched my burning cheeks, not knowing how to explain.Stan Wallace shifted, placi

My state of mind was truly terrible. I stood in the small pavilion in the garden for who knows how long, trying to calm myself down, before I remembered that Stan Wallace and Xiaobao were still waiting for me.But the thought of all those steaming bodies in the cold pool made me instantly want to retreat.I took out my phone, intending to send a message to Stan Wallace, but when I saw the time, I was shocked. Unconsciously, I had been standing there for two hours.Stan Wallace had sent me a message early in the morning, saying that Xiaobao was tired, and he would take him back to rest first.I shivered, my legs numb, the tingling and soreness spreading from my feet to my calves. I hissed, leaning on the slippery pillar, and bent down to tap my leg, limping back to the room.The bedroom light was off, but a small, old-fashioned oil lamp was lit in the living room. The wooden sliding door was half-open, revealing Xiaobao, who had been full of energy earlier, now sleeping soundly.S

Following the waiter's guidance, I arrived at the tea room before Tang Wan's father, passing by the restaurant along the way and asking the waiter for a bottle of sesame oil.The spacious area had both open tables and private rooms, with surveillance cameras in the corners. I quickly memorized the layout and then asked Tao Xuan if he knew whether Uncle Tang would be sitting in a private room or at an open table. Perhaps to make up for having bluntly pointed out Stan Wallace's indifference towards me, Tao Xuan not only told me the number of the private room but also gave me the exact time.A person of his status would rarely come to a tea room just for leisure; business discussions naturally require a quiet and relatively enclosed space. After getting the room number, I took advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention to pour the sesame oil all over the floor of the private room. To maintain a certain level of elegance, the entire place was floored, and the oil made it gl

When I was about to part ways with Stan Wallace, I only dared to glance at him quickly from the corner of my eye. After retracting my gaze, I suddenly stood up, holding the hem of my white dress, "Uh, I think I'll go back to my room first."Even without looking, I knew how bad Stan Wallace's expression must be.But I wanted to deliberately provoke him, to irritate him.Seeing Stan Wallace so agitated, I didn't feel any better myself. I spent the entire afternoon in my room, restless and unable to sit still.In the past, no matter what happened, I could always quickly immerse myself in my studies, which would help me calm down and make time pass faster. But today, I couldn't focus no matter what.Finally, I heard footsteps outside the door. My heart skipped a beat, and I pretended to touch up my lipstick in the bathroom.I had never worn makeup before; the only cosmetic I owned was a peach-colored lipstick given to me by Sister Xiaoli.The door opened, and I cleared my throat, ra