C2 Test me

I held my breath.

A tall black figure walks over and stops silently beside my bed. Then, I felt something on my shoulder.

It was the fingers of a man with a touch of skin I didn't understand.

I tried my best to not move my fingers. I gently lifted the blanket and covered myself.

My heart was pounding, and I ran a kilometer.

In the darkness, his near silent laugh had clearly seen through my little trick of pretending to be asleep.

His fingers rested on my neck, the tips of his forefingers moving very slowly.

Then, he left.

I opened my eyes quietly and looked at the empty room. It was as if everything that had happened was just a dream.

His entire body was sweating crazily and it was a terrifying sight to behold.

The sound of the rain outside did not seem to comfort me.

In my limited brain capacity, I was thinking, this man, what does he want to do?!

I was wary, because the world had never been friendly to me.

I was afraid of the kindness of strangers, because I didn't know if what followed was a good beating.

The better and gentler they were to me, the more careful and frightened I became.

I remember when I was a kid, about ten years old. My father is out.

He was the kind of person who roamed the underworld. He was in his thirties or forties, and had yet to gain any fame, so he was often unable to keep up with meals, let alone protect his wife and daughter.

When he wasn't home, his mother usually lived by selling her body. My grandmother was afraid that I would learn to be bad, so she kept me following her. But that winter was especially cold, my grandmother was sick, so I went to my parents' home to find my mother to think of a way.

I saw a scene that was extremely disgusting.

Then, mother got drunk and allowed those men to bully me ?

I was very scared, but due to the violent genes flowing out of my father's blood, I risked my life to resist those semi-drunk men. I didn't think that I, with my slim form, would dare to use the broken bottle to coldly stab into his eyes.

Blood gushed out of his eyes onto my pink face ?

"Do you want more?" I asked him.

But it was clear that the man was not as well-bred as I was, and he immediately jumped up in a rage, yelling and cursing ? He then fell down and rolled on the ground in pain ? The other man was about to rush over, his hand raised high, as if he was about to swing it at me.

I calmly told him, "If you don't kill me today, as long as I am still alive, I will definitely find an opportunity to kill your entire family." Slow and slow to death, your children, wives, and yourselves! "

When I said those harsh words, I was extremely gentle and calm ?

Due to similar situations, it often happens. Even though it isn't as terrifying and direct as this one, I had already mentally prepared myself.

The two men were terrified... I haven't seen my mother since ? Because, when her guest was about to rape me, I saw her, facing me, close her eyes full of shadow.

I knew she wanted me to come into her line of work, to share the hardships of life, to make her feel better.

I can guess why Mom did it.

Perhaps it was because she was too old for that, and soon she would not be able to do it again. She was very confused about her future life. Insouciance and indifference made her feel that shame was actually a very fake thing.

Put down the shame, and the money will make her better.

So, last month, when my father was in jail, she turned away from me without even saying hello.

Because she knows that I am not a filial daughter who is willing to earn this kind of money for her. Not only that, I am also a trash who needs her to pay money to continue her studies.

She's gone, and I'm not too sad.

The truth, fifteen years of truth, has made my heart no longer soft.

Although I will cry, will laugh for life has its own hope and strong desire for happiness.

Although I have a sweet face, quiet personality, but in my heart, is no longer as kind as before! My moral bottom line is that I don't actively harm others.

All these years, I haven't given anyone a single cent.

Living in this world was extremely difficult for everyone!

No one wants to pity anyone.

When he woke up, the sky was slightly bright. On the morning after the storm, the air was especially clean.

I sat up slowly and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 6: 45.

After washing up, he took off his pajamas and lightly knocked on the door.

"Wait a moment." I hurried to the bathroom with my clothes and locked the door.

"Miss Zhuang, breakfast is ready. Please wait below." A cozy and hoarse voice sounded from outside the door, followed by the sound of light footsteps. It was so light that it was almost indiscernible, and it felt very considerate and gentle.

After putting on his clothes, he went to tidy up his bedroom while his bed was already neatly tidied up.

That soft pink bedding, what is created is still the warmth and gentleness of a bed waiting for the return of the princess, it is still the noble and unreachable character of the princess but, it lacks a bit of humanity. At least, it isn't something an insignificant me can reach ?

In the dining hall, Yin Yijie was wearing a white shirt as he sat at the dining table.

The sun shone in through the window, and the golden light cast a small shadow over him, giving him a kind of reserved splendor.

Looking at me, Yin Yijie's black eyes flashed with a light that I could not understand. The corner of his mouth curled up as he smiled at me, "Did you sleep well?" His voice was a little hoarse from the early morning. It was very pleasant to hear.

The man's eyes really can speak, and the faint smile on his face seems to have some deeper meaning, except that as simple as I am, I only know how to translate literally.

I nodded. Although someone had come to my bed last night to disturb my sleep, I did sleep well.

There were two sets of tableware on the table. There were knives, forks, spoons, chopsticks, and napkins. They were all very messy and clean.

Everything was so elegant and clean, but he didn't know if it was the same in private.

He pulled out a chair near the main seat for me and stood at the side asking, "Miss Zhuang, what do you want to eat?"

I looked up. There were about a dozen kinds of breakfast, clean and pretty, fresh and fresh and appetizing.

He took a cup of soy milk and a Herbal Tea Egg. It's too far to reach. I don't want trouble.

Lowering his head, he began to eat his breakfast.

"Miss Zhuang" had just opened her mouth, as if she wanted to remind me of something, but she quickly stopped.

I glanced at it out of the corner of my eye and went back to eating. I had to go to school later.

The soy milk and youtiao on the breakfast table were quite familiar with each other, giving off a sense of familiarity. The steamed bun mixed with chestnut powder tasted pretty good, and it could not be compared to the ones sold outside. There were also some foods that were close to the western point, but I had not eaten any of them, and I did not want to try them.

I always took care of myself, ate and drank to my heart's content, and naturally stood up to go to school.

Comfortable has opened the door and put my things in the car.

"Wait a moment." Yin Yijie put down his napkin, looked at me and said.

Not knowing what he was going to do, I stood in the living room and waited.