She was curled up on a step, her head buried deep in her knees, tied with a neat ponytail and a half-old jasmine flower on her head, only her round and small ears exposed.
He walked straight in front of her, stood still, and looked at her condescendingly
The crying woman seemed to feel the slightly oppressive sight, and slowly stopped crying, and slowly raised her head. The light in the corridor was very dark, and the woman could not see clearly the face of the person in front of her, only a vague outline.
Even so, you can still feel the graceful curves
The woman's eyes were red, like red bodhis immersed in water, still glowing with water. Jun Tao's face was expressionless and he uttered a word coldly.
"Quarrel"
The woman shrank, her eyes slowly filled with fear, her body trembled slightly, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, "I'm sorry..."
After a long time, she couldn't wait for a response. The night was getting darker and darker. The moon emerged from the clouds, and a sliver of silver light shone on the balcony, and some light entered the corridor. The woman's heart became more and more uneasy. It seemed that another meal was inevitable.
scolded or beaten
As if giving up, she slowly lowered her eyes, and the faint light in her eyes was instantly extinguished. She stretched out her hands, and her white lotus-like elbows were covered with red marks.
"You... hit"
Jun Tao's pupils slowly shrank, and an incredible smile appeared on his lips. He glanced at the woman again, turned around and walked downstairs. In the silent corridor, his footsteps became clearer and clearer.
The woman raised her head. The person in front of her was gone. His footsteps were still ringing in her ears. He... wouldn't he hit her? The woman suppressed the slight joy that emerged in her heart. She leaned on the armrest and looked down through the gap.
Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything. She ran out of the balcony again and watched the man's slender figure walking out of the building, and then his back gradually disappeared into the night.
"Yu Yuanyuan——"
As soon as Yu Yuanyuan stepped into the bedroom, a frightening voice sounded in the darkness. Her footsteps slowed down for a moment, but she still walked to him obediently, her head lowered as usual, waiting for his torture.
Seeing her like this, Xia Zihao couldn't help but feel angry welling up in his heart. He always looked like he was ready to be beaten and scolded, as if nothing could arouse her resistance. What he hated most was her face.