It’s that rough, violent man again!
Qin Xin’s wrist was controlled, unable to move. Seizing the opportunity, she flipped her toes and aid at the man’s weakness, fiercely kicking upward.
Last ti, she wasn’t prepared, but this ti she’s determined to cripple him!
However...
Before her toes could move an inch, the man seed to predict her move and quickly, accurately, and decisively pinned her little foot with his knees!
Her heel hit the edge of the bathtub.
The pain nearly brought tears to her eyes!
Damn it, her combat skills that she prided herself on were completely useless against this man, unable to be executed.
She seldom t such a powerful opponent.
"Who are you..."
Qin Xin questioned in a trembling voice.
But her throat seed sealed, unable to produce a complete sound.
In contrast, the man’s voice was deep and chilly, each word startling: "Want to ss you up, hmm?"
Death wasn’t scary.
What’s scary is that his "ss you up" didn’t seem to be the kind of simple "ss up" she understood...
What did this dangerous yet unfamiliar man want to do to her in this pitch-dark night?
Qin Xin had never feared anyone.
But at this mont, a shiver rose faintly in her heart...
"Who on earth are you?"
"Don’t co any closer—!"
"Ah—"
Her phoenix eyes suddenly opened, awake.
It was just a dream.
She sat up, hugging the quilt, calming her chaotic heartbeat.
The dormitory was filled with the shallow breathing of her roommates.
The four of them in this room, the other three weren’t from the dical College, she didn’t know them.
Because she was plain, it was as if she were invisible air; no one noticed her coming and going.
She just sat there quietly.
Lonely, yet clear and cold.
At this mont, she suddenly missed that little red pear wood bed at the Qin Family, which she’d slept on for more than ten years.
It was from her childhood, when the Qin Family hadn’t yet declined, during a family gathering where she first tested off the charts for her innate intelligence, causing a sensation!
Mother, in delight, had the family’s old carpenter specially customize that little bed as a gift for her.
The red pear wood alone cost several million, not to ntion the priceless hand-carved details, one of a kind.
Qin Wenrou particularly liked her red pear wood bed, saying it had spiritual energy, guaranteeing sweet dreams, always wanting to nap on it.
As the eldest sister in the family, she could give anything good to this weak and sickly sister, toys, clothes, jewelry, even adjusting life plans to accommodate her sister’s treatnt, changing preferences and directions... But for this bed, she never gave it up.
Because she enjoyed sleeping alone.
With soone beside her, she couldn’t sleep.
For this, Qin Wenrou had cried and fussed several tis, but she never budged.
Once, she felt quite guilty, wondering if she wasn’t generous enough?
But at this mont...
Damn, she felt it was the only non-foolish thing she did in a past life!
Your belongings should never be yielded to anyone!
Otherwise, if concession becos a habit, others will think it’s taken for granted!
Qin Xin closed her eyes.
Suddenly, she thought of a question: if she slept in that familiar little bed, would the man in her dream roll far away?
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Due to a restless night, Qin Xin spent almost the entire morning class catching up on sleep.
At noon, she had no appetite in the cafeteria, only sipping herbal soup.
Xiangxiang, mysteriously, pulled out a phone: "Miss, your phone was broken in a car accident, Young Master Jue gave you this, saying no playing during class..."
A gift from her cheap brother?
Qin Xin fiddled with it casually.
The phone had no brand, pitch black, ugly, probably a factory test version.
The kind that gets discounted after testing for employees.
What a stingy, petty brother!
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