After returning to the room, she lay down on the soft bed and turned off the last bedside lamp. Lin Meng sat in the darkness and shed tears. Finally she couldn't bear it anymore.
She felt that when she was sixteen years old, she wanted to enter a bizarre dream. She wanted to break away so much, but she couldn't!
One wrong step is a wrong step!
Perhaps, from the very beginning, she should have been more cruel, refused her father's proposal, and not thought about such ridiculous things as selling herself, so that she would not have run into Rong Ling, Xiao Yi, or even once
Time and time again, she puts herself in such embarrassing and humiliating situations. For a person like her, with a low status, it is not suitable to stay around these superior men. Perhaps because of this, she is the fate of being humiliated every time.
She thought of Rong Ling, and how much she liked this man. For him, she would not hesitate to destroy herself, but in the end, all Rong Ling could think about was hatred. She gave up everything she had, and she also thought of Rong Ling.
It's just a pitiful and ridiculous exchange for a man's hatred for her.[
She thought of Xiao Yi again. She was grateful for this man's help and was touched by his dedication. She thought that she would just follow him naturally, so she tried hard to forget the past and have a new beginning. But in the end,
What can be exchanged is this man's suspicion.
Because the body is like dust, everything gained from all efforts is as low as dust and cannot enter people's eyes. At a certain point, it will only become an eyesore!
She thought about her own existence, but never imagined how she could reach this point!
Along the way, I was almost scarred, but no one could understand me, and even resented me!
It was probably a mistake from the beginning, and I should have fought to my death against my father's arrangement from the beginning. As the saying goes, one mistake will lead to eternal hatred, and that's probably it!
In the dark night, tears fell down her chin.
Always crying secretly like this, she thought painfully and sadly, when will such days end?!
Be it Rong Ling, be it Xiao Yi, be it family ties, be it friendship, she doesn't want them all anymore, can she?! Just let her go quietly and leave this place without taking anything, okay?! She doesn't want to disturb anyone anymore.
Now, can you please stop letting others disturb her?!
She shivered slightly, raised her head, and leaned weakly against the head of the bed. When she closed her eyes, tears flowed down!
When will this helpless life end?
…
The door was pushed open, and then there was a "click" and the lights in the room came on.
She was used to the darkness of the night, so the sudden light made her squint her eyes and block it with her hand. When she looked out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tall figure of a man.
She immediately lay down, pulled the quilt and covered herself violently, then grabbed the pillow towel and wiped her face hard. She also had dignity, even though she would cry weakly, but with such an appearance,
But he didn't want others to see it, especially him.
No matter how fast she hid, she still couldn't catch Xiao Yi's eyes.
He frowned, and his heart ached even more. It was never his intention to make her cry.
He walked over slowly, put what he was holding on the table beside the bed, and slowly sat down. The thin quilt completely wrapped her. He guessed that she was probably under the quilt.
It was full of tears.
Sighing silently, he closed his eyes, reached out and patted her, calling her softly with a dry voice.
"Get up and have some porridge!"[
How could he let her go if she didn't eat? So he asked the kitchen to make some easy-to-digest food for her to eat. Fortunately, because he had hurt his stomach before and because her hand was in the process of recuperation, he usually stayed there at night.
When visiting, the kitchen always had extremely nutritious porridge cooked with various soups, which was always kept warm. He poured some directly and brought it to her.
It was expected to see her cry, but when he actually saw her, he still felt extremely distressed.
Under the quilt, she took a deep breath and replied hoarsely, "I don't want to eat..."
He would not indulge her, because it would be her body that would be injured. He started to lift the quilt, and in a few moments, he pulled her weak and weak out of the quilt. She looked so embarrassed, and she was almost in tears.
Her hair was wet. Her small face was stained with tears that could not be wiped away. Her eyes were red and her eyelids were deeply swollen.
He tried his best to ignore the stinging feeling in his heart, took the spoon, scooped the porridge from the large cup into the small bowl, until it was full, then held it in one hand and brought it to her.
"eat!"
She lowered her head, not looking at him, but just shook her head.
His tone began to be harsh, and he shouted in a low voice: "Eat!"
She moved her lips, and sour tears came to her eyes again. She struggled to suppress the sobs in her throat, and replied hoarsely to him. "I really don't want to eat..."
His face immediately darkened again.
She forced herself to suppress it and said: "How about you go out? I want to sleep..."
Her slightly choked tone revealed her vulnerability at the moment.
He flashed his eyes coldly and turned to stare at the bowl of porridge. He took the spoon, scooped a spoonful and swallowed it into his mouth. Then he put down the bowl and pinched her thin chin accurately with his big palm, like a wrench.
He clamped her head and forced her to raise her head. With a little skill in his hand, her red lips opened slightly involuntarily.
When she resisted and wanted to lower her head to cover the embarrassment in her eyes, he forcefully grabbed the back of her head with his other hand, and then his head swooped down, and his slightly hot lips pressed against her slightly.
With her cold lips, she opened her mouth, and then the wolf's tongue forcefully broke into her little mouth, sucking all the sweet hot porridge into her little mouth.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she resisted subconsciously, whining and screaming, trying to push the porridge out. His strong side showed up, and he blocked her small mouth with his lips, and spoke with a strong tongue.
He forcefully pushed the porridge deep into her throat. With both hands working together and using skillful movements, there was only a "gudong" sound, and the porridge that had become warm during the struggle rolled into her throat.
Entered her stomach.
Only then did he let her go.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at him with shame and anger.
He retracted his hand that was holding the back of her head, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with pity, but his tone was dark, cold, and full of threats.
"I'll give you a choice. Either you drink the porridge by yourself obediently, or I'll feed you the way I just did. Now answer me, which way do you want?!"
Such a choice is simply an overbearing clause, and it is basically "forcing" her to eat.
She pursed her lips and reluctantly chose the first path. Shaking her hands, she brought the small bowl over, then took a spoon and put it into her mouth one by one. Then, while eating, she controlled
I kept letting tears fall.
Because I feel too wronged, really wronged