Chapter 292 Auntie, please respect yourself

Author: Return in the drizzle

Chapter 292 Auntie, please respect yourself

[Coming out of the rental house, Guan Yue walked quietly in the rain curtain. The cold rain washed away the remaining warmth of the blood on her hands. The clothes soaked by the rain were moist, covering the smoothness of the blood left on her body.

, the smell of earth stirred up by the rain penetrated into her lungs, replacing the fishy smell of blood.]

[She didn't know where she was going. She waited until the feeling of rain completely covered the feeling of blood, and then walked into an alley. 】

[She never expected to meet you, let alone hear about the house buried deep in her memory from your mouth. Her spirit and her destiny were captured by that house.]

[The memory box that stores the images of the house also stores the happy memories of childhood, as well as the initial pain and the disintegration of the family.]

[While the house reminded her of family photos, it also reminded her of her mother’s bloodshot eyes, the blood clots her father vomited, and her life that took a turn for the worse.]

[Happiness mixed with pain entered her heart, and she made an instant decision. She cared more about the joy than the pain. She wanted to spend the rest of her life in the house where her only beautiful life was stored.

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【She agreed to your invitation.】

[You took off the blue raincoat and put it on her body.]

[You and her came to the old house of Kanyue Jing's family. You have bought this villa, and through the connections of Shiori Ichinose, you have tried your best to restore the house to the way it looked when Kanyue Jing was a child. 】

[The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing hard. The umbrella in your hand can't block the wind, so naturally it can't block the rain. When you step into the door of Guan Yuejing's old house, you put down your umbrella and your body is as wet as Guan Yuejing's. 】

[Guanyue’s house is not big. There are three bedrooms and one toilet on the second floor. There is only one bathroom on the first floor. 】

[Water drops flowed down your T-shirt and casual pants, dripping onto the dark floor, and soon formed a small puddle.]

[You took out a dry towel, wiped yourself briefly, and gave Guan Yuejing the right to use the bathroom. 】

A memory scene appeared in Minami Yuki's mind, from Guan Yuejing's perspective.

"Auntie, let's go wash it first. I'll go in and take a peek later."

The young man's narrow voice and eyes failed to arouse Guan Yuejing's shame and annoyance.

Her palms wrapped in a raincoat were dry, the feeling of rain left, and the touch of blood returned, running up her arms and sweeping through her body, making her tremble. Until she entered this villa and used the same space to contact her son.

After experiencing the feeling at that time, her spirit recovered a little.

She glanced at the boy and did not respond to the address or the crime warning.

The warm water from the shower covered her skin. Association and recollection could hardly hide her true feelings. The real warm water dispersed the blood of impressions.

But illusions often do not confront reality, but instead cling to it, lurking in real feelings, and turning sides when people relax.

The warm water suddenly turned into blood, splashing down and flowing over his right wrist. The smooth touch returned, and his eyes filled with bright red.

She held her wrist, her heart beating violently and her breathing quickening.

At this time, she heard the movement in the dressing room outside the bathroom. The boy opened the outer door, and his voice interrupted the illusion.

On the frosted glass that separates the bathroom and dressing room, the silhouette of a young man is revealed.

"What color underwear does Aunt Jing want? Is pink okay?" the young man's voice was clear.

"Black." Guan Yuejing put her hands on the wall, trying to suppress the nausea in her chest.

"What size?" Minami Yuki asked again.

Only then did Guan Yuejing realize that she had fallen into the boy's trap. She said, "No need, I will dry my clothes with a hair dryer."

Summer clothes are thin and will dry quickly.

No reply came from the boy. Guan Yuejing saw the boy's body leaning down on the glass, and she heard the sound of the drawer being opened and the boy's footsteps leaving.

Half a minute later, the silhouette of the boy was printed on the frosted glass again.

"The hair dryer is gone." The boy replied.

What is missing is that you just took it out of the drawer and hid it!

Guan Yuejing didn't want to argue on this topic. She raised her head and saw that there was a lamp heater on the top of the bathroom: "Hang it in the bathroom and bake it for a while."

She saw the young man's silhouette leaning down again. The young man took something from the clothes basket and walked out of the dressing room.

More than ten seconds later, he came back and said, "The clothes are gone."

"..."

After turning off the shower, Guan Yuejing opened the frosted glass door of the bathroom. She walked barefoot past the surprised boy, followed the water stains left by the boy on the ground, and came to the cabinet deep in the corridor.

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Her wet clothes were placed deep in the cupboard along with the hair dryer.

Holding the clothes in her left arm and holding the hair dryer in her right hand, she walked past the boy again and hit the boy on the head with the hair dryer in her right hand. The blow was neither light nor heavy, and the boy's screams of pain were somewhat exaggerated.

The frosted glass door closed again, and the mist that dissipated in the bathtub became thicker again. After the boy's interruption, Guan Yuejing's spirit returned from the memory of the blood, and she put on shampoo and shower gel.

The boy didn't come in and take a peek as she had declared before. Maybe the boy was just talking, maybe it was her wave of the hair dryer that made him quit. More likely, it was that when she left the bathroom and came back, the boy had already seen her.

So refreshing.

This was the first time she had exposed her body in front of a man. She used to care about these things, but now she has nothing to care about.

After washing her body, Guan Yuejing stayed in the dressing room, drying her hair with a hair dryer, and then drying her clothes. The clothes dried in this way would inevitably be very wrinkled and unsightly, but she didn't care, if it weren't for the fact that the curtains in the living room were closed.

With it open, she didn't even feel the need to put on this troublesome cloth.

The curtains in the living room were not actually opened. The boy closed them to prevent her from appearing in her most natural state like she did in the corridor.

Guan Yuejing looked at the young man sitting on the bamboo chair. The young man's body was still dripping water. There was no shyness about the forbidden fruit on his face, nor was there the anxiety of being exposed to his evil deeds. There was some disappointment in his eyes. He was disappointed.

Guan Yuejing was wearing clothes, so his move to close the curtains was meaningless.

"I'm going to take a shower. Aunt Jing can come in and peep at any time." The young man stood up and glanced at Yue Jing with expectant eyes.

Of course Guan Yuejing would not go in and peep. She was lying on the sofa, and the light from the ceiling shone into her eyes. She squinted and felt in a trance.

"I want to live here."

After Nan Youxi came out of the bathroom, Guan Yuejing said to the boy.

"I'm not short of rent money. Auntie said that, is she mentally prepared?"

The boy sat next to her and wiped his wet hair with a dry towel.

Guan Yuejing held the boy's wrist and tapped the boy's head with his knuckles. The boy's remaining hand covered his head and rubbed the injured hand, very busy.

"It's not aunt." Guan Yuejing corrected. Her eyes were already fierce, but after her face tensed up, her calm words took on an air of terror.

"Auntie, it doesn't matter, take off your clothes quickly, I have to collect the rent!"

This time, it was Guan Yuejing's own knuckles that fell on Nan Yuxi's head. Her knuckles were thinner and harder than Nan Yuxi's.
Chapter completed!