Standing under the shower head, she closed her eyes and rubbed her body vigorously, as if she was trying to break out a layer of skin. She refused to stop until her skin turned red, and she almost fainted from the pain several times.
When she came out of the bathroom, she felt as exhausted as if she had experienced life and death.
She returned to the bedroom exhausted, thinking that she would be able to fall asleep if she touched the pillow because she was so tired, but she couldn't fall asleep because all she breathed into her nose was the smell of vagina after love.
When he smells this smell, the beastly behavior that he would like to crush himself to death will come to his mind.
She didn't want to stay here any longer, she had to go out for some air, otherwise, she would go crazy.
Struggling to get up, she rummaged for clothes from the box. It was summer, but she had to wear a high collar and long sleeves. Otherwise, the scars on her body would not be covered at all, and how could she go out.
Putting on clothes was the ultimate torture for her, because every time she raised her arms, her soul would tremble with pain.
Clenching her teeth and moving very carefully and slowly, she finished dressing.
After all this torment, her whole body was so weak that she had almost no strength at all.
She hadn't eaten since yesterday, and she was so hungry that her eyesight was blurred.
Although the days to come are very dark, and can even be said to be worse than death, I think of Ling Yucheng, the parents who gave birth to her and raised her, and the young Ling Muze.
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She couldn't leave everything behind completely and die.
She took her purse and walked out of the room.
Walking through the corridor covered with red carpets, hung with oil paintings, and hung with gorgeous chandeliers, she came to the stairs.
Take the elevator to the lobby.
The hall was brightly lit and resplendent at night, but she was not in the mood to appreciate it and walked straight out.
As soon as you go out, you will see the bustling streets, the trees and flowers, and the high-rise buildings spreading to the end of the night sky.
Facing the night breeze, she walked along the street to relax.
Breathing in the fresh air, my depressed mood was relieved.
Passing by a gourmet restaurant, the aroma filled her nose. She suddenly remembered that when she first came to this city, she was dressed in rags and was kicked out of the restaurant as a beggar.
Her heart ached, if it weren't for Ling Yucheng, she might have fallen into hell by now.
Thinking of how decisively she had left him, and thinking of his heartbroken eyes, she closed her eyes in pain.
I wonder if he is doing well now? Does he regret taking her out of the nightclub?
Ling Yucheng, I'm sorry, I am no longer qualified to be your wife in this life.
In the next life, I hope I meet you first and fall in love with you, if you love me too at that time.
"Miss, would you like to come in for dinner?" A waiter came out and asked after seeing Shui Xi standing in front of the glass window looking at everything inside.
Shui Xi touched his flat belly and nodded to her.
The waiter led her into the restaurant.
This is an ordinary Chinese restaurant. The decoration is simple and refreshing, making people feel like they are at home. There are only two or three guests, not too many, but not many. Among them, there are several couples sitting facing each other to dine.
She found a corner to sit down, and after ordering three bowls of vegetables with the waiter, she sat there quietly, looking at the couple sitting diagonally across from her.
Watch them whispering together, watch them feed each other, watch the man fondly brush the rice grains from her lips.
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There was a look of longing in her eyes. She didn't know when she would be able to sit and have a meal with her beloved and have such a warm moment.
Ling Muze's cold face flashed through her mind, and her eyes gradually dimmed.
This extravagant wish may never be realized in a lifetime.
I finished my meal sadly and walked out of the restaurant. The thought of returning to the apartment made me feel depressed.
Not wanting to go back so early, she wandered aimlessly along the streets, looking at the bright night scene, counting the traffic coming and going, and enviing the pedestrians walking together.
The world is so big, but she is alone, with no one to rely on.
The four words "nothing" eroded her heart like a tide.
Tears gradually fell into my eyes, and the sour taste made my heart ache.
The most lonely thing for a person is to be alone in this world.
Tears scattered in the wind.
She walked along the street for who knows how long, until every store was empty, until there were only a few pedestrians on the street, until she felt her feet were so sore that she didn't want to walk any more.
He took a deep breath, hugged his shoulders tightly with his hands, gave himself the courage, and walked towards the apartment.
Standing in front of the apartment door, her mood was as gloomy and unclear as the clouds floating in the night sky, which had no whereabouts and kept hanging on to them.
I wonder if he is back?
Her tangled eyes were struggling with pain, and her fingers repeatedly tugged at the corners of her clothes due to emotions, showing her nervous mood at the moment.
After taking a deep breath and looking up at the vast night sky, her irritable mood calmed down a little.
Be brave and go in. The soldiers will stop you and the water will flood you. She comforted herself.
She bit her lip and walked to the door of the apartment. When she pushed the door, there was no response at all. When she saw the card reader next to the door, she realized that in order to enter the apartment, she needed to punch in for authentication.
Not wanting to call Ling Muze and ask him to open the door, she sat in a corner of the steps and waited for the residents inside to come over.
Because her body was sore and tired, she sat on the steps with her head buried in her knees, and fell into a light sleep after a while.
She vaguely heard footsteps and conversations. She opened her eyes and saw a pair of men dressed as business elites walking towards her, talking loudly.
She quickly stood up, and when she saw them opening the door, she quickly squeezed in and bowed gratefully to the two men who looked astonished.
Stepping out of the elevator, I walked toward the door anxiously.
Since Ling Muze didn't give her the key to the apartment, she didn't close the door when she went out just now, but just kept the door ajar.
I don't know if he has come back.
She opened the door nervously, and it was as bright as day inside. She had deliberately not turned off the lights when she went out. She was very unfamiliar with this place and was afraid that it would be dark when she walked in.
I carefully looked around the living room, and there was no one there.
She breathed a sigh of relief, walked in, and called tentatively: "Ling Muze, Ling Muze..."
No reply.
The tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
He closed the door with a bang and lay down on the sofa weakly.
However, his mood did not get better just because he was away. All he could think about was which lover he was spending the night with so late at night?
When he realized what he was thinking, he hit his head in frustration.
It doesn't matter who he follows whomever he likes, and on the contrary, he becomes pure.
Although I thought so in my heart, there was an indescribable sour smell.
Could it be that if a woman loses her virginity to a man, will she also lose her heart?
Distraught, she pulled the cushion to cover her face to stop herself from thinking.
Maybe she was too tired to allow her to think too much, so sleepiness came overwhelmingly.
When she woke up in the morning, thinking that she had not asked for leave for another day as a miner, she got up from the sofa with a bitter look on her face. After washing up in a hurry, she put on the high collar and long sleeves that she had not taken off when she went to bed last night, and carried her bag.
Bao walked out of the apartment.
When she arrived at the magazine, she bravely walked into the office.
Facing the editor-in-chief who was immersed in reviewing the documents, her nervous heart almost jumped out of her throat, fearing that she would be scolded by the editor-in-chief.
The painful experiences in the past are so unforgettable. I don’t know that this time she will be assigned such cruel work, and I don’t know how much salary and bonus will be deducted.
The editor-in-chief put down the documents in his hand and looked up at her.
Staring at her with those big fish eyes, a trace of cold sweat ran down her forehead.
The editor-in-chief's violent temper is unbearable.
Shui Xi closed his eyes, preparing to face her furious curse.
"Shui Xi, what are you doing standing here?" The editor-in-chief looked at her with a puzzled face, his expression not as gloomy as a storm.
She thought the editor-in-chief was waiting for her to confess her 'crime'.
Holding the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, he said: "I worked as a miner without asking for leave yesterday..."
She stopped talking and tensed up, waiting for her curse.
"Oh, it turns out this is what happened. I thought it was such a big deal, but you are so scared."
The imaginary curse did not come to her, and her tone was gentle and she even had a smile on her face, which really surprised Shui Xi.
It is said that when the country changes, one's nature cannot be changed. The editor-in-chief completely changed into a different person overnight, which really surprised Shui Xi.
Then, seeing her face glowing red, she suddenly remembered the man she saw leaving get off work with her that day, and she suddenly understood why the editor-in-chief had become so gentle. It turned out that he was in love.
She breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she was safe.
"Editor-in-Chief, I'll go out to work first."
"Wait a minute, from today onwards all the rough work you usually do will be handed over to auntie for cleaning. You will work as an intern reporter with Xia Lan. I think I mentioned it to you last time."
"Thank you, editor-in-chief. I will definitely try my best to do a good job." She looked at the editor-in-chief with great joy. For the first time, she felt that the fat appearance of the chief editor was quite cute.
The editor-in-chief smiled encouragingly at her.
Walking out of the editor's office, Shui Xi was still in a daze and couldn't believe it.
Love is really great, it can make a person change so much.
After finally regaining her composure, she walked towards the office area and saw her colleagues sitting at their posts, busy with their own duties. She was confused for a moment.
In the past, she had been doing menial tasks and running errands, and there was no specific desk for her. She didn't know directly what to do next.
Just as she was standing in the office area blankly, wondering if she should go to the editor-in-chief's office to ask the editor-in-chief, Wu Liqian, the art team leader wearing light green business attire and red high heels, walked towards her.
"Shui Xi, the editor-in-chief told me that you should follow editor Xia Lan as a reporter. You can sit in that position. Whether you can hold that position in the future depends on your ability." Wu Liqian pointed to the chair.
said a desk in the corner.
Thinking that she finally had her own desk, she was overjoyed and felt a sense of satisfaction that she didn't recognize: "Well, thank you, Team Leader Wu."
Sitting on her seat, Yang Xiaoqing, the lively, playful and cute proofreader sitting next to her, came up to her and congratulated her: "Shui Xi, congratulations on not having to do those menial jobs anymore, you can be a trainee reporter."
"Thank you." Shui Xi smiled slightly at her and said gratefully.
Yang Xiaoqing saw that she was still wearing a high collar and long sleeves in the summer, and asked in confusion: "Shui Xi, what kind of weather is this? Why are you wrapping yourself up so tightly?"