Became a vicious male mother

37. Physical Solution

Gu Xinglan sighed and pointed to Xu Mufeng's fist, which had gone from being slightly clenched to being tightly clenched.

"Your fist right now is like the words in your heart right now. You want to be ready to fight back at any moment. Your body and mind are in a state of high tension."

"In the long run, this will only increase your mental stress. You will resist everyone's approach, you will resist all beauty, you will stay in your comfort zone, and you will oppose any changes to your inner self. It's like a colorful painting, but you only focus on a few small black dots in the painting, or even magnify those black dots, completely ignoring the other colors."

"so……"

Gu Xinglan held the bowl in front of Xu Mufeng: "I am your legal guardian now, and I have to take responsibility for you. If you don't want to leave me, then I can't untie you. You can stay by my side for the rest of your life. I hope you can slowly open your heart, even if it's just a small crack, so that those beautiful things can see in a little bit. Let's take it one step at a time and sort out those negative emotions and those incorrect thoughts in our hearts, okay?"

The system inside my head dared not utter a sound.

Host, your task is not to deal with this brat.

Although Gu Xinglan was wearing loose and tattered long sleeves, it still gave off a hint of a white coat vibe.

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly intimate and increasingly strange.

After Xu Mufeng regained his senses, his previously unfocused pupils gradually dilated.

The scarlet eyes moved to the clear bowl of sugar water in front of them.

Ripples on the water blurred his face.

Xu Mufeng's lips trembled, and he suddenly gritted his teeth: "You're crazy, stay away from me!"

With a "whoosh".

Xu Mufeng's eyes were red and his cheeks were tight. With his hands, which had regained sensation, he waved away the sugar water in front of him.

In an instant, a series of clanging sounds rang out.

The plastic bowl bounced several times on the ground, splashing warm liquid everywhere.

Gu Xinglan fell to the ground with a thud due to inertia.

This is the most difficult case of a wild patient with potential psychological problems that I have encountered in my six years of practice.

The soup was sticky and gooey. Xu Mufeng stepped into it barefoot and headed straight for the door, leaving black and yellow footprints all over the floor.

It extends outwards until it disappears completely.

"Am I some kind of despicable person?" Gu Xinglan rubbed her forehead, a wave of exhaustion washing over her.

What gentleness, what strength.

System: [Nonsense... no, host, your survival time... has increased after you said those things.]

Ok?

"There's no need to lie, thank you for your comfort." Gu Xinglan pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes, and exuded a deep sense of helplessness.

System: [It has indeed increased. Subtracting the time you spent, the total duration is now 62 hours. Little by little, it adds up. The target should be nearby.]

It was as if it echoed the system's words.

A series of loud thuds came from outside, as if something was being smashed on the floor.

The building wasn't very soundproof to begin with, and the noise outside was extremely abrupt; it sounded like people were fighting.

Gu Xinglan's legs were aching, but she had no choice but to stand up and run outside.

What came into view were two figures wrestling together.

To be precise, it was Xu Mufeng who was unilaterally attacked.

Li Hetai, who appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Xu Mufeng by the collar and his right fist, carrying a gust of wind, shot towards Xu Mufeng's face like a bullet.

With a loud bang, Xu Mufeng was knocked to the side, and the back of his head slammed unavoidably into the wooden board behind him.

The collar around his neck was ripped out of shape, and he couldn't break free. There was nowhere to hide and no room to react. What followed was a series of muffled punches that almost exploded in the air, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones colliding.

The wooden planks were used for soundproofing by this family, but now, taking advantage of the homeowner's enthusiasm while he was out working, Li Hetai smashed Xu Mufeng's mouth until it bled and even dented the wooden planks.

His strength was extraordinary, far beyond what a child could possess.

"enough!"

Gu Xinglan practically rushed over: "Li Hetai! That's enough! Do you want to give him a concussion?"

But the person who hit him ignored him and continued to do as he pleased.

Gu Xinglan gritted her teeth and immediately intervened.

The powerful punch stopped abruptly when it reached the circle of purple teeth marks.

Li Hetai's right fist was a textbook straight punch, with taut veins running from the back of his hand to his upper arm. His bangs covered his eyes, making it impossible to discern his expression.

“That’s enough… Calm down and take a deep breath.” Gu Xinglan cleared her throat and placed her right hand on Li Hetai’s right hand: “Put it back, slowly put it back.”

The hand beneath the palm was like a hard boulder; it was hard to imagine that the owner of the hand was a child under ten years old.