1182. Chapter 1182 The cruelest thing is not death 21
Chapter 1182 The cruelest thing is not death (21)
"It seems like someone is outside?" Suddenly, Xia Yucheng looked at the closed cabin door and said.
Feng Hao walked to the door, listened attentively, and said, "Go to sleep! There is no one!"
Xia Yucheng sat on the edge of the bed and suddenly heard the faint sound of crying outside the cabin door. She quickly said: "There is really someone who seems to be crying."
Feng Hao still didn't move, his handsome face tightened, and his usual indifference appeared in his eyes.
"Go and take a look..." Xia Yucheng thought of the girl who lost her brother, and felt a little sad in her heart, "Hao..."
Seeing her pleading look, Feng Hao frowned and reached out to open the cabin door.
Sure enough, at the door, the girl was wearing nothing, curled up and crouching there, crying softly.
Xia Yucheng, who had already stood up, stuck her head out and saw the girl. She was startled and quickly took off the dress she was wearing on the rope.
"Put it on!" Xia Yucheng got out from under Feng Hao's arm that was supporting the door, "The skirt is almost dry, take it!"
The girl picked up her skirt and stood up slowly. Xia Yucheng quickly turned around. This was a naked woman after all. She didn't want Feng Hao to see it.
"Hao..." When she looked back, there was no one behind her. She stretched her head into the cabin again and saw Feng Hao taking the remaining bread.
"Give it to her!" Feng Hao handed the bread to Xia Yucheng expressionlessly.
Xia Yucheng could tell that the man was unhappy, but she still handed the bread to the girl who had put on the skirt without caring: "Here you go, take it and eat it!"
The girl took the bread, lowered her head and almost wolfed down the dry bread, looking as if she hadn't eaten for several days.
Xia Yucheng turned around and wanted to get water, but Feng Hao stopped her.
At this time, Kit's drunken voice came from far away: "Where are you hiding? Come out! Come out! Kitten..."
The girl was frightened when she heard this voice. She choked on the bread and said with difficulty: "That...I can...I can..."
"No!" Before she could finish her words, Feng Hao yanked Xia Yucheng's body back into the cabin, closed the cabin door without hesitation, and locked it.
"Hao..." Xia Yucheng looked at the closed iron door in panic, and heard the girl's exclamation and the man's drunken pursuit in his ears.
"No...no...no..."
"Come here... hurry up..."
Such sounds came and went, like silent drumsticks, beating Xia Yucheng's fragile heart.
"Hao..."
Feng Hao dragged her back to the bed. He sat down and put her head on his body: "Sleep, do you hear me?"
His voice was a little loud and his tone was commanding.
Xia Yucheng felt sad. As a woman, it was impossible for her not to feel anything like this happening. But she was really helpless. She lay on Feng Hao's chest, thinking that without this man, maybe she would
Even worse.
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, and her tears fell uncontrollably.
"Hao, I want to go home!" She sobbed in his arms, like a wronged child, desperately trying to get into his body and seek shelter.
Outside, the girl kept screaming, Xia Yucheng's body was shaking, and Feng Hao felt pain in his heart, so he could only hold her tighter.