地震时怎样保护自己

“What?” Lu Weixi, who was being called out, had been lost in her thoughts since the beginning of the conversation. Although she had heard bits and pieces, none of it had really registered. Now that she was being questioned, she was somewhat confused.

“Miss Lu, you’re 27, aren’t you? It seems you still don’t have a proper boyfriend,” the designer next to her also began to gang up on her.

“Xiaolu, your age is perfect for having children, you’ll recover quickly. If you wait too long, it will be more challenging in your thirties. Especially if you want a second child.”

“Exactly, Miss Lu is so pretty. Any child she bears would definitely be good-looking.”

After listening to the chatter for a while, Lu Weixi finally responded: “Alright, let’s leave it at that. Get the materials ready as we discussed earlier and prepare to sign the contract. I appreciate all your hard work tonight.”

Then, she hung up the group call first and set the group messages to ‘do not disturb’ mode.

Lu Weixi rubbed her slightly aching temples and stared at her computer screen with a cup of coffee in hand. But until her computer went into sleep mode, she hadn’t typed a single word.

Picking up her coffee cup, she downed the contents in one gulp, woke up her computer, saved the document, and then closed her laptop. She leaned back in her chair, head tilted back against the rest, like someone whose strength had been completely drained.

Only a small nightlight was on in the room. After shutting down her computer, the room seemed a lot dimmer.

The window was open. It was already summer, the nights often fraught with thunderstorms. She had been hearing faint sounds of thunder in the distance since early on. She didn’t feel like moving, nor did she have the energy to shut the window. The noise of the wind outside was getting louder, the cool breeze rushing in and quickly dispersing the stagnant air inside.

She had never felt like this before.

Lu Weixi had only had two romantic relationships, her first love Qin Zhigu, and then Qin Zhiyou. Whether being with Qin Zhiyou counted as a relationship experience or not, it was unclear. He had been the man by her side.

Qin Zhigu was gentle and polite. In their relationship, she had been the petulant princess, spoiled and whimsical, indulged unconditionally by Qin Zhigu. Though things ended disgracefully, it was a quick decline, transitioning directly from deep love into betrayal. Maybe because she had been preoccupied with her parents’ divorce during that time, she hadn’t even noticed Qin Zhigu’s gradual change of heart. By the time she did, their relationship had already broken down rapidly.

But at least before his betrayal, Qin Zhigu had undeniably been an exemplary boyfriend. Despite his many admirers, he never gave them a second thought. Hence, she never experienced these strange emotions. It wasn’t exactly jealousy or resentment, but more of a discomfort at the thought of something hers being touched by others.

If the same were to happen to a man, it would be considered an expression of possessiveness, as in ‘No one touches the woman I’ve been with’. Prior to this, she had such feelings but attributed them mainly to her disdain for Qin Zhiyou, not wanting him to touch her. She never harbored resentment towards the other women.

But this time, she genuinely did not want Liu Yiyi to get close to Qin Zhiyou.

The emergence of this feeling frightened her. Was she incensed by what Qin Zhimei and Qin Zhizhi had said? Or was it because her colleagues had been chatting about having children, putting the idea in her head? She had initially planned to have children only when Qin Zhiyou had completely terminated his relations with other women. Or was she overthinking, overworked to the point her mind was playing tricks on her, causing her to dwell on insignificant

matters….