Chapter 75 is under control
In the dark small room, one night and one day passed, and there seemed to be a smell of decay spreading.
The clothes splattered with mud stuck to the sheets and turned into dirty lumps with yellow powder. Beside the table, a squashed and beaten lunch box was hidden in the corner and shook cautiously.
Qiong Ying didn’t know how she got home, she didn’t know how time passed, and she couldn’t feel the hunger in her body.
She lay on the bed like a dead body, staring at the ceiling aimlessly.
It was silent except for her weak heartbeat, as if it was wrapped in a broken watch case.
Despair is growing crazily.
Suddenly, the sound of spring sounded.
She turned her head slightly in confusion, and then saw the funny piece of chicken drumstick paper she placed on the bedside.
The hanging hair divided her vision into one piece after another, and the swaying chicken legs seemed to be laughing or mocking.
An extremely suppressed sob broke out.
She swallowed her sobs desperately and hugged her shoulders as hard as she could.
Only tears fell down, wetting the pillows and the sheets.
The unstoppable salt water even accumulated into a puddle the size of a fingernail, like a mirror.
She seemed to be able to vaguely see herself when she was three years old, being abandoned by her mother on the street corner.
Qiong Ying's voice was filled with gasps and twitching despair.
"This, this time...no one really wants me anymore..."
Then, a lazy male voice sounded at the door.
"It seems that you really missed me this time?"
Qiong Ying raised her head in disbelief. At the door, a shadow was leaning against the door frame.
Then, the figure walked in and turned on the light.
The girl who had been hiding in the darkness was so stimulated by the light that she could not see anything, but she did not close her eyes. On the contrary, she looked hard, as if what she saw in her eyes was not real.
The blurred vision is becoming clearer, the eye sockets are becoming more red and swollen, and the tears are being stimulated more.
Qiong Ying tried her best to keep her eyes open, for fear that she would lose sight after closing her eyes.
She finally saw clearly that Sean was standing in front of her with his arms folded and a smile on his face.
As if nothing had happened, he was back to 'tease' me again.
Her vision began to blur again, and her bloodshot eyes were soaked with salty tears, which made her sting to the ground painful.
She got up from the bed on her hands and knees, half lying on the bed, looking at Sean in disbelief.
Qiong Ying watched Sean bend down, his beautiful lake blue eyes were smiling, like a lake she had seen before.
She froze in place, feeling like she was having a dream that she didn't dare to think about.
His big hand reached out to the girl's cheek and pinched it hard, causing pain.
"You're welcome, let me verify it for you. You should not be dreaming." He said with a smile.
Qiong Ying opened her mouth, tears sliding in, but she didn’t know what to say.
Finally, she sobbed and choked out a sentence.
"You...䱱...you, are you serious?"
Sean grinned, picked up the limp Qiong Ying, and then lay down on the bed.
“Mysophobia can also be cured?” Looking at the mud spots all over the other person’s body, he joked with a smile.
"Huh?" Qiong Ying opened her mouth in confusion, but her eyes didn't even blink, looking at Sean.
It was as if as soon as she closed her eyes, the person in front of her would disappear.
Like a little bear that just rolled in the mud.
Sean sighed, sat up, grabbed the girl's arm and lifted it up: "Raise your hand."
"Oh..."
He covered Qiong Ying's piece. Lift up the muddy mint white housecoat and pull it up hard.
The collar was a little tight and the girl’s head was stuck in it. However, this time, before Sean could exert any force, she hurriedly freed her hands from her sleeves, then stretched out her hands to grab the collar. She squeezed her head, neck, and hands together, and it popped off like a chestnut.
Throwing the coat away, the girl wore a cool home sling and lay softly on Sean's lap, still looking at Sean motionless.
Sean lay back on the bed, and Qiong Ying followed him like a hinge.
He sneered and pulled the silly girl down. The heavy softness pressed on his chest, and he looked around at the beautiful scenery.
Feeling the body temperature touching her skin, Qiong Ying finally came back to her senses.
It was as if the floodgates were opened all of a sudden. She sobbed first, and then burst into tears like a child.
"I, I... I thought, I thought you, you didn't want me anymore... Wuwu..." She stammered, hugging Sean tightly and refusing to let go.
Sean didn't say anything, but touched the girl's head and let her have a good cry.
After she finally calmed down and raised her timid face while sobbing, Sean wiped away her tears.
He said softly: "I was very angry at the time, but when I thought about it later, you didn't react that quickly and you weren't that smart."
Qiong Ying, who was called stupid, was not angry at all, she just He looked at Sean pitifully and expectantly.
Sean laughed: "My biggest characteristic is that I don't speak harshly and I am smart enough."
He rubbed her temples for her and said seriously: "I believe you, so explain it to me, okay?"
br>
Qiong Ying's face turned slightly pale, but after a moment, she put her head on Sean's chest and rubbed it back and forth.
“Well...”
……
"That's it..." Qiong Ying's eyes were a little dim.
She looked up at Sean, with apology in her eyes: "That is my teacher after all... After I realized it... I didn't know how to face you."
Sean nodded thoughtfully: "It's pretty much what I thought... But, your teacher, haha, is quite cruel."
Qiong Ying's face became paler, but she didn't He spoke out to retort to Sean, but just lowered his head silently.
Sean raised his eyebrows: "It's not cruel to me, it's not an exaggeration to say it's a deep hatred. But, to you, ha."
The girl bit her lip. She raised her head carefully and nodded. Seeing that Sean didn't object, she used her hands to hold him tighter.
Sean gently touched the girl's back. The skin, which was smoother than soft fabric, felt good to the touch, even if it only occasionally slipped through his fingers.
"Qiong Ying, I understand you, do you understand me?" He looked at the ceiling and said calmly.
Qiong Ying raised her head in confusion. She was a little panicked, fearing that if she said the wrong thing, the other party would leave her again.
After thinking for a long time, she still didn't find the answer she thought was appropriate.
Sean spoke, and the long-lost anger came back again.
"I am a bad person, I am very revengeful, and I will not suffer in vain."
His voice became cold: "I will not be gentle enough to let you stay out of the matter and not be affected. Troubled, I’m not that kind of person.”
Qiong Ying’s breathing became much faster.
Sean grabbed her hair without mercy and asked her to look at his face.
There was no concealment of the coldness and violence on her face: "Qiong Ying, I am this kind of person in my heart. And those who follow me have the only choice to jump into hell with me."
On the girl's face She showed a slightly pained expression and her eyes flickered, but after a moment, she still looked at Sean resolutely.
The child no one wants will be remembered only when it is occasionally useful. She wants to be an obedient child and the child who is cared about.
"Have you thought about it?" Sean asked warmly.
"Yes." This time, the girl nodded without any hesitation.
Sean kissed her forehead gently and hugged her tenderly: "This will also be the price for helping you get it back."
Qiong Ying's face seemed to be dripping with blood, and Xiao En's words fell on his ears, and the flame called revenge was burning in his eyes.
The man's face was raised to the ceiling, and the light shone on his calm and controlled smile, flickering.
The scabbard called betrayal was opened, and the apology inside was the sharpest knife.
(End of this chapter)