"Don’t..."
Yin Shixiu’s eyes grew even colder.
"I, I just want to study a bit more... There, there’s a professional exam tomorrow, I need to review."
After saying this, Su Xiaong flipped out of bed, fled the room hastily, and then slipped into the study, locking the door behind her...
She leaned against the door, tears cascading down, slowly sliding to the floor where she hugged her knees, burying her head within them to muffle all her cries.
What to do... What should she do?
Every ti she closed her eyes, she saw an unbearable version of herself, every ti she closed her eyes, she saw a self that even she found repulsive.
He is a clean freak, he loves cleanliness so much...
If he found out, would he also feel so disgusted that he’d want to vomit?
Whimpering...
Su Xiaong bit her lip, who could help her?
She felt her sanity was on the verge of collapse, how long could she keep it hidden? How many tis would she have to wash herself to feel clean? Could she ever feel clean again...
What should she do...
Yin Shixiu sat by the bed, taking deep breaths, completely at a loss.
What... exactly is wrong with her?
Why is she so resistant to his touch?
n are actually quite sensitive in this regard, and besides, he has always cared about Su Xiaong’s feelings; he knows what her reactions an.
She is genuinely rejecting him... She doesn’t want him to touch her.
Yin Shixiu leaned against the bed for a long while, the clock passing midnight, yet there was no indication of Su Xiaong returning to sleep.
Thinking over and over again, he could only co up with one possibility...
Narrowing his eyes, he got off the bed, exited the room, and walked to the study door, reaching out to push it open but couldn’t.
He thought Su Xiaong had fallen asleep inside, and was about to go back to get the study key when the door suddenly opened from the inside.
The lights in the study were fully on.
Su Xiaong looked at him as if nothing was wrong, "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
Yin Shixiu gazed at her steadily, his expression somber, after a few seconds, stepping inside and shutting the study door.
He grabbed Su Xiaong’s wrist, pulling her close, "Why?"
"Wha... what?"
Su Xiaong looked at him wide-eyed, thinking she was playing her naive and innocent role well, though her expression was stiff and her gaze dodgy, clearly pretending to be clueless.
Yin Shixiu could feel his teeth clenching in exasperation, taking a deep breath, "Do you not trust ?"
"Su Xiaong, do you think there’s sothing between and Luo Feiya? Do you think I lied to you that day?!"
Su Xiaong froze, looking at Yin Shixiu in shock...
How could he think that?
"I guessed right."
Seeing her silence and only staring at him, Yin Shixiu’s heart turned cold.
"You think I’m dirty... so you don’t want to touch you."
Yin Shixiu’s words were like knives slicing through her heart, making her too pained to make a sound.
Uncle... it’s not you that’s dirty, it’s ...
Sobbing...
"Su Xiaong, you’re really sothing! Fine, I won’t touch you! Go back to the room and sleep!"
She wanted to explain, but how could she explain?
"I, I’ll read—"
"Read what! You’ve just recovered from a cold; do you want to get sick again?!"
"Go back to the room!"
With that, Yin Shixiu pushed her out, closing the study door, and stayed inside himself.
Su Xiaong stood at the study door, standing there, crying silently, tears streaming down like broken pearls...
Even like this, he still worried about her getting sick...
She covered her mouth as she returned to the room, sitting on the bed, covering her face... and stayed awake the entire night.
It wasn’t until the next morning when Yin Shixiu ca in that she pretended to be lying there with her back to him.
The anger in Yin Shixiu’s heart wasn’t ordinary; though he had cald himself down overnight, seeing her still made him furious.
Apart from a few instigating words from Luo Feiya the night before they returned, he couldn’t find anything else that might cause Su Xiaong to be so resistant to him.
Yet he had clearly explained, and she had clearly accepted his explanation.
From when did even Su Xiaong beco skilled at pretending?
From when did she have so many thoughts, so many calculations...
If you trust, say you trust, if you don’t, say you don’t—wasn’t she always like this?
Or perhaps, are all won the sa, slowly becoming deeper than an ocean in thoughts, with even a beautiful and pure face wearing a mask of deceit, and Su Xiaong being no exception?
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