Huo Sijia cried and was dragged out. Na Hanjue slowly walked up to Qing Ge, looked at her for a while, stretched out his hand to clamp her jaw, and said in a cold and arrogant voice, "Ge'er! You have your pride, and so do I. Proud! You'd better give me a reasonable explanation why you slapped me, otherwise, I will be punished..."
Qingge originally wanted to explain to him, but he actually said this. Qingge was immediately annoyed. She raised her eyebrows indifferently, "Oh? Punishment? How is Master Nahan going to punish me? Drag me down too? Drag me down. Where to go? The basement? The torture chamber? What are you going to do with me? Whip me or slap me? Anyway, I am a blind man and cannot protect myself at all. I want to be beaten or punished. Young Master Nahan, you can do whatever you want!"
Her words stung Na Hanjue's heart. Qingge rarely had such intense emotions. What kind of injustice had she suffered to have such a violent reaction?
He pulled her into his arms distressedly and kissed her gently, "Idiot! I'm teasing you! How could I drag you down? If I want to take it off, I can only take off your clothes. Why don't you let me say anything? Just slap me in the face, or I will take it off!"
He really tore Qingge's clothes and bit her shoulders. Qingge punched him in shame, "You perverted pig!"
"Okay, okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let Huo Sijia in," Na Hanjue hugged her and coaxed her, "Did Huo Sijia say something that shouldn't have been said?"
Qingge lowered his head.
The shameful scene just now came to mind again. Such humiliation made her feel ashamed even when she recalled it.
Grievance, anger, shame, hatred of her own incompetence...all kinds of emotions rushed into her heart. She pushed Na Hanjue away and staggered upstairs.
She couldn't see the road, and every step she took made Na Hanjue tremble with fear. He rushed over and hugged her tightly, "Ge'er, it's my fault, I said the wrong thing, it's my fault, it's my fault... Isn’t it possible?”
"You're not bad? No! There's nothing wrong with you!" Qingge was trembling all over, with no trace of blood on her lips. "You're not bad! I know why you stay up all night these days! I know you're doing it for me. It’s very hard, I know everything! But...but..."
She was trembling and speechless.
She knows she shouldn't have it!
She shouldn't know that Na Hanjue was working hard, but she still felt aggrieved.
But she was still so aggrieved, so aggrieved!
She wished that he could be by her side when she was most helpless, but he didn't. The more she needed him, he was gone day and night!
She knew that everything he did outside was for her, she knew that he was with Shui Qingmo to develop an antidote for her, and she knew that she had no qualifications or position to accuse him.
However, she still couldn't control it.
She felt so wronged and helpless.
But she couldn't blame anyone, nor could she hate anyone.
It's her own fault, it's her own uselessness, she doesn't even have the ability to protect herself, she can only let others humiliate her.
"Ge'er, what's wrong with you? Can you tell me?" Seeing Qing Ge losing control of her emotions, Na Hanjue was heartbroken beyond measure.
His songs are most indifferent and tranquil. What kind of injustice did she suffer that made her become like this?
Qing Ge buried her face in his arms and sobbed softly.
Could it be...
Does she want to live like this for the rest of her life?
