C12 Fear

Clean?

I looked down at myself. Am I dirty? He can't be trying to do anything to me, right? I'm not going to do anything to him.

Besides, although I'm on the scene, my private life is never messy. As the saying goes, gentlemen do things as they please. I'm not a gentleman, but I'm not an unlisted person.

Of course, this isn't the main point. The main point is that I have such a cute and cute son, so how can I put a black mark on his face?

"I hate women who smell like alcohol!"

Qin Mofei seemed to see through my thoughts and snorted in disdain. I immediately blushed and ran upstairs in a flustered manner.

The style of the upstairs was very different from the one downstairs, as if it was a completely different world. Even the floor tiles and baths in the bathroom were made of black marble, giving off a strong sense of oppression.

When I walked into the bathroom and happened to glance in the mirror, I found my face in such a state that I couldn't look at it directly. Because Little Fan was sick last night, he didn't take off his makeup. After getting drenched by the rain just now, his face was covered in a dark mascara lotion, like a ghost.

I really admire Qin Mofei, acting disapprovingly along the way and not reminding me.

I washed myself thoroughly, put on a bathrobe, but did not dare to go out. The pale, frightened face in the mirror was mine, and without the camouflage of my makeup, I was like a wolf without fangs, cowering.

Furthermore, wasn't dressing up like this too preposterous?

"Not done yet?"

The voice outside the door scared me, so I immediately went over to open the door, and saw Qin Mofei leaning on the door frame absent-mindedly. He had changed into casual clothes and looked much brighter.

"I... "Sorry to bother you."

I was nervous, especially without the heavy makeup, and I didn't dare look him in the eye. He paused, then suddenly took me in his arms and wrapped his long arms around me.

He can't be.

"Boss Qin, I, I …"

"What? Are you afraid that I'll beat you up?" He lifted my jaw and forced me to look up at him. His gaze swept across my face like a sharp sword, causing my hair to stand on end. "Didn't you announce to the world that you're my woman?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I … "Ugh!"

Suddenly he bent his head and took my lips in his and I couldn't react. His lips were soft and cool, with a faint taste of mint.

My dusty memories were torn apart in an instant. That night, in that pitch-black room, that crazy kiss and possession … But that wasn't the point. The point was the faint, menthol smell.

"Let me go, let me go!"

I screamed, and somehow pushed him away. Fear flooded through me, and I curled up weakly with my arms folded.

In his mind, it was still the same as before. Splitting pain and endless waves, I hate that damn man for taking my night.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I stayed in the hospital for a week under the mocking eyes of the nurses.

Now that I think about it, I always wish I could stab myself a few times with a sharp knife.

I was torn apart by Qin Mofei's damn kiss. Those dark days made me extremely sad. He looked down at me as if I were a lowly ant.