If she didn't want the money, she should be sitting at the dining table and enjoying a simple dinner with her parents and brother. After dinner, she still had endless homework and endless books to read. When she was tired, Xiaole still
They would secretly give her an apple, although fruit has become a luxury for them.
She held the apple in her hand but was reluctant to eat it. She secretly broke off half of it and put it in the drawer. Due to constant dialysis, Xiao Le would feel pain all over her body in the middle of the night. She would always conjure up half an apple and put it in the drawer like magic.
On his lips.
She regretted coming to this place that she had never set foot in before. Here there were lofty rights and dark flesh//body trade, which she couldn't afford.
The strange man in front of her frightened her. She obviously didn't know him, but he seemed to want to rub her into her bones and blood and devour her alive.
She wanted to escape, but she couldn't escape, and there would be no angels or God to save her. Despair invaded her little by little, and her tears finally fell without any scruples.
This crying is out of control.
Bei Chenxiao pressed her down, his wild movements suddenly stopped, and his tentacles were wet.
Then, the girl's suppressed cries came intermittently, like a small animal that couldn't find an exit in the dark and could only cry.
Lowering his eyes, the face that was exactly the same as in the memory came into his eyes clearly. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and her constant sobbing made his steel-like defensive heart suddenly relax a little. Almost subconsciously, her slender fingers
He bent slightly and gently rubbed the tears in her eyes, which made them wet and slightly cold.
Bei Chenxiao gently held up this pear-shaped little face. The closer he got, the more he could feel the shadow of that person. It was so weak and microscopic, as if she was her.
"Stop crying." For Bei Chenxiao, such comforting words were rare, but the voice was still stern, making it impossible to hear the slightest hint of comfort.
Wen Tong suddenly stopped crying and raised her eyes, which were still full of water. These eyes were like the moon, curved, clever and full of spirituality.
She bit her lip tightly, as if she felt that as long as she was obedient, he would not make things difficult for her, so she obviously wanted to cry louder, but she held it back.
The seventeen-year-old girl never grew up in a greenhouse. She was burdened with a heavy family burden since she was born. As soon as she could crawl, her mother carried her through the streets and alleys delivering bean curds. Later, she had a younger brother, and the shop's
The money was basically spent on medical treatment for her frail brother. From then on, she developed the habit of saving half of what she ate. No matter what she thought was good, she would think of her brother first. Her parents were in the store.
She was busy at home, so she would accompany her brother to play at home. It can be said that she almost raised her brother single-handedly, and the relationship between them is deep-rooted.
Therefore, when she thought of her brother, she felt that she was not afraid of anything. Her big, watery eyes vaguely reflected the hazy night outside the window and looked into the man's eyes.
Beichen Xiao couldn't tell whether the emotion in his heart was slight pity or intolerance. Basically, these two strange emotions had never existed in his life.
He thought he was in such a troubled mood just because of his face.
"What's your name?" He relaxed his body slightly, giving her some room to breathe.
She raised her head, and her long ink-stained hair fell down accidentally, but it was like a pouring waterfall, containing a fatal temptation. Against the white sheets, it was infinitely freehand.
Because of nervousness and fear, her chest was rising and falling, and the white school uniform shirt hid the delicate breasts, but they were still vaguely visible.
Beichen Xiao's eyes tightened, and his unabashed gaze fell on her unexpected display of amorous feelings. He lowered his head and lowered his lips to her ears, with a hint of fiery temptation, and his breath reddened the girl's ears.
"Wen Tong." A pair of long eyelashes fluttered. She wanted to avoid it, but was afraid of angering him. She bit her teeth lightly, her forbearing expression adding to her charm.
"Who gave you the name?" He withdrew his temptation to her, and looked into the pair of water-like pupils in front of her. Her eyes were like her name, warm pupils.
"Dad got it." She answered the question honestly.
"You want to save your brother?"
"Yes." She nodded, with a sad light in her eyes.
"So you just sold yourself? It doesn't matter who you sell to?"
She wanted to deny it, but this man seemed to know everything. She was obviously the one who had been oppressed and violated, but his aura was too strong, as if she had made a mistake.
She was speechless and could only shake her head. She felt so stupid and embarrassed in front of this strange man.
"Stay with me for a month, and I will give you everything you want, not only ten million."
She raised her head suddenly, as if she was panicking and wanted to defend herself, "I just want to cure my brother's disease."
"That's it?" He pinched her chin with his long fingers, as if he wanted to see through her, and his slightly narrowed eyes showed a kind of scrutiny, "Don't you want more? For example, beautiful clothes, expensive diamonds and so on.
There’s so much money to spend.”
"I just want to cure my brother's disease." She repeated again, very firmly. She had never thought about what he said. When she was a child, the teacher asked her, what is your dream? She remembered her best friend Chen Zinan
The first one stood up and said, marry into a wealthy family.
Then, amidst the astonishment of others, she looked at her toes and said, "Take your brother to have a meal at KFC."
The whole class laughed. Only she knew that her brother's dream was her dream.
Silence gradually spread.
Wen Tong's crystal eyes shone lightly, but they were stubborn and firm.
After a while, Beichen Xiao smiled and said, "Are you willing to stay with me for a month?"
She doesn't want to, but does she have a choice?
But one month seemed to be beyond her tolerance.
"Can a week be enough?" She thought for a moment, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "I still have to go to school."
"Does it matter?" Changzhi straightened her hair with a hint of false tenderness, "I only need you at night."
His words made her blush, and before she could feel shy, his fingers had already slipped out spontaneously and slid all the way to her collar. With almost no force, the white school uniform shirt was torn open with a squeaking sound.
After all, that is not pity and sympathy. He will never be merciful when he wants to get it.