"What's up?" I asked.

Shen Que got out of the car, his eyes sparkling:

"You just said I'm your boyfriend, so we're back together now, right?" He looked expectant.

Wow, he overheard my conversation with Song Ning just now.

If it were someone else, being spoken to so cautiously by the Prince of Jing, they would definitely be flattered.

But I really find him repulsive.

He doesn't keep mistresses, nor does he cheat. The reason we broke up is simple - he's obsessed with love.

How obsessed is he with love?

If I casually mention that Damascus roses are beautiful, he wants to plant a whole garden for me.

If I like a certain brand of jewelry, he buys the company for me.

If I'm tired from binge-watching a drama, he invites the director to our home to explain it to me.

It's blissful, but in the circle, I'm like a modern-day Daji.

Now, if he bankrupts a company, it's all because his girlfriend, me, instigated it.

Anything beyond reason, anything inexplicable, can all be explained by the fact that his girlfriend is me.

Seeing Shen Que's humble yet hopeful gaze, I sighed.

He wanted to reach out for me, but his body staggered involuntarily, almost falling.

Luckily, he caught hold of the car and didn't collapse.

His reddened eyes made me inwardly scream "this is not good."

I raised my hand to feel his forehead, indeed, it was burning hot.

Only after pressing him did he truthfully admit he hadn't slept for three days, drank all night last night, and missed me like crazy.

Even so, he took a shower, changed clothes, and then came to find me:

"If my love obsession can't be cured, would you still want me?"

Shen Que hugged me, burying his chin in the crook of my neck.

His voice was muffled, with a hint of choking.

His words felt like a shot to the softest part of my heart.

Love obsession isn't an illness, but it truly is contagious.

Almost involuntarily, I said, "I do, I want you no matter what."

Shen Que chuckled softly in my ear, lightly nibbling my earlobe as a punishment.

He turned to open the passenger door, wanting me to get in, but I pushed him inside.

Three days without sleep plus a hangover, love obsession is no joke!

As the car started, I heard the sound of a camera clicking at the corner, and in my peripheral vision, I saw Song Ning's coat.