And who was Wan Donglin? What was he worth? He was just a libertine who bought won with his money. How could he ever compare to the "Toe-picker"?
Before I knew it, the "Toe-picker" had beco a firm and trusted figure in my heart, a powerful emotional support. Especially after being bullied by Huang Ma’s family. In tis of extre helplessness and panic, he was my steadfast rock. Just like a child, I’d throw a tantrum at the slightest displeasure, loudly crying out for the "Toe-picker" to co...
Toe-picker, I’m feeling upset...
Toe-picker, I’m feeling depressed today...
Toe-picker, I’ve run out of this or I’m missing that...
Toe-picker, I want to eat grilled skewers...
Toe-picker, I want this, I want that...
He’s like a kindly Santa Claus, always there to fulfill my wishes. No matter what, he would do it for . In my mory, only my father had ever been so patient, so tolerant, so unreserved.
This man who exists like a god in my heart—how could he be *this* man?
How could the Toe-picker be Wan Donglin?
She didn’t know whether she dared not believe or simply did not want to believe. It was as if she had been stunned. She neither struggled nor resisted, just stared at him blankly.
If it were just Wan Donglin, I would have turned and run, or raised my hand to slap him... But the Toe-picker—I never thought about hitting him! Why would I hit him??? What would be the point of hitting him—I wouldn’t even dare...
She just felt numb.
Good heavens.
They were the most beautiful pair of eyes Wan Donglin had ever seen. An indescribable kind of Chuchu—her long eyelashes seed to forget to flutter; her pupils, black and large, were filled with surprise, like a child gazing at this ever-changing world. As her gaze lingered, she looked exceptionally serious. Gradually, a thin mist veiled her eyes, like a night-blooming cereus just opening at twilight—sweet and fresh, yet carrying a silent, unspoken temptation.
Ah, on countless lonely nights, I always imagined her expressions. Would she be sprawled on the bed, feet kicking, giggling at her phone? Would countless mischievous ideas spring to her mind? Or would she be cold and detached, like a rose with thorns?
But none of my imaginings were like this...
She’s completely a bewildered, helpless child right now.
Her pupils seed to turn a captivating sky-blue—a trait found in one in ten thousand Eastern adults. I’ve never seen eyes so beautiful.
Especially her lips, slightly parted in surprise—so red, so adorable, like a tiny cherry on a branch, glistening with dew...
No, no, no, no... Sweetie, don’t look at like that.
This little con artist suddenly looks like a frightened fawn. It’s unbearable.
I so badly want to lower my head and take a fierce, hard bite right now.
But if I take that bite, will she run away?
He boldly lowered his head.
She, however, flinched away slightly.
He suddenly chuckled.
"Xixi, I’ve missed you all along."
The unexpected tenderness in his voice jolted her awake.
She abruptly pushed him away.
He reflexively reached for her. But she raised a hand, took three large steps back, and didn’t turn and flee as he’d expected. Instead, she stared at him as if he were a monster.
This can’t be possible.
This is absolutely impossible.
And it’s absolutely unacceptable!
The person you avoid like a viper is the sa one you trust the most.
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