Song Yi’s hands hung in the air, afraid to touch anything, it hurt wherever she touched.
He gently pulled her over, her mind was still briefly blank.
She felt she was hallucinating from the pain.
He, did he agree?
Song Yi felt her mind was stuffed with cotton, her thoughts were blocked.
Did she... really manage to get this rogue old man?
The sky was dark, the car was also dim, so the car light was on.
The dim light cast on his face, spreading a thick, ambiguous tenderness, his peach blossom eyes enchanting.
He said: "I live to seek the experience of living, the day I feel what I seek dims to obscurity, I feel life has no aning."
"I’m not excellent, people in the world, when you look closely, everyone’s dirty, no one is bearable to watch."
Tang Si’s eyelashes quivered slightly: "So, there’s one more chance for you, do you still want to be your boyfriend?"
"Think carefully."
Song Yi didn’t need to think at all, stared at him: "I want..."
Not wanting a man like this is a lapse of judgnt.
Tang Si’s breath stopped.
The woman in front of him had seductive eyes that glistened pitiably, just looking at him, she said she wanted.
Making him suppress the urge to pin her down and tear her apart.
Brutally... ravage her, make her cry.
If she wasn’t wounded all over now...
Tang Si pressed his lips, lowered his head, restrained his terrifying thoughts.
He organized the clothes and dicine box he took from the car, the car was filled with the scent of disinfectant.
He sat, took off his raincoat, placed it on the front passenger seat, then used a towel to dry the back seat.
"Song Yi." Tang Si began: "In Mr. Lao She’s `Minor Illnesses`, he said, life is a kind of rhythm, it must have light and shadows, left and right, sunny and rainy. The taste is contained in this gentle undulating rhythm."
Song Yi pursed her lips, watching him, quietly waiting for the comntary.
"But, after I grew up, my life had no light or shadow, the days always followed the normal course, there was no sunny or rainy, but you—"
He looked up, staring at her, "You are my light, my shadow, sunny is you, rainy is you, you are the intense and fragrant variable in my dull life."
She was radiant and carefree, painting a vivid water glow in his life.
The man’s tone was calm and steady, the rhythm was always to Song Yi’s liking.
His serious and solemn words made Song Yi’s heart rise, he was... confessing.
A novel way to confess, very profound, very mature.
Not intense, not exaggerated, nor flamboyant.
Tang Si gently held her hand: "As long as I live, you’re mine, don’t think of leaving my world."
He had nothing in this life, only one life, now besides this life, there’s also her.
"Tang Si." Song Yi called him.
"Mm." He softly responded.
"Your heart’s beating fast." Song Yi’s voice still carried a tremor: "I heard it... thump, thump, it’s beating with strength."
"Mm." Tang Si didn’t refute, "It’s excited, because it’s welcoming a resident like a little sun, a long-term resident."
Song Yi listened, her face broke into a smile.
Ahhh, her boyfriend’s so charming, so good!
These words made her heart race, her cheeks even flushed a bit.
If she weren’t injured, she’d surely roll excitedly on the back seat.
As they spoke, he finished organizing the clothes and dicine box.
Looked at her: "Raise your hand."
Song Yi obediently raised her hand.
Tang Si’s large hand grasped the edge of her clothes, went up, carefully pulled her hand from the sleeve.
Then lifted the T-shirt up from her head.
Instantly, the spring light appeared.
Moreover, more shocking were the scratches and bruises on her body.
Tang Si watched, his heart sank.
His face was very unpleasant.
Song Yi felt sowhat uneasy, mumbled covering herself: "I’m not hurt..."
"Good girl, baby." Tang Si spoke hoarsely, his voice carried a teasing numbness, with a tone both coaxing and worrying: "Take off the undergarnt."
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