Han Murphy did not answer her question immediately. Instead, he reached out and grabbed a strand of her hair and played with it repeatedly.
"Then...how did the parrot die?" she asked again.
"The parrot was so painful that it died of pain on the spot after Zheng Tianai plucked out its feathers one by one." After saying that, Han Feifei pulled out a piece of her hair with a strong finger force.
"Ah..." She cried out because of the pain of losing her hair and because of Zheng Tianai's cruelty.
Han Murphy held her in his arms, caressing her shoulders and comforting her softly: "Don't be afraid, as long as you are good and don't give in, I will protect you."
She wanted to break away from Han Murphy's arms, but it was so warm and comfortable there. It not only gave her a sense of security, but also locked her heart.
Regarding Zheng Tianai's story, she didn't know whether it was true or false.
If it is false, Han Murphy said this purely to scare her.
If, is true.
Then Han Murphy is simply a lunatic. Knowing that Zheng Tianai is such a woman, if he still marries her, isn't it tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger?
"Why are you thinking about whether the story is true or false, right?" Han Murphy lowered his head, kissed her hair and said, "You think I made it up deliberately to scare you? Smile, smile, when did you
How can you believe that I have never lied to you?"
She stretched out her hand, pushed Han Murphy away, looked into his eyes, and said, "If this story is true, then you are too stupid. Isn't marrying such a woman a wife to seek the skin of a tiger?"
Han Murphy smiled easily and said: "I am just seeking skin from tigers, because tiger skins are much more valuable than rabbit skins."
She was startled for a moment, and then she understood what Han Feifei was saying. She glared at him fiercely and said, "Since the tiger's skin is so valuable, Mr. Han shouldn't stay here with me, a rabbit, and go home quickly."
With your tiger."
After saying that, she turned around and threw away one pillow, flattened the other one, and prepared to lie down and sleep.
"Slow down, don't hurt yourself again."
Han Murphy held the bed with one hand and hugged her with the other. He slowly laid her down and covered her with the quilt.
His gentle hands, pitiful eyes, and doting words made everything around him become illusory.
How many times did she want to ask Han Murphy whether he loved her or hated her?