Fang Yuhuan, who was engrossed in handling company affairs, did not realize that his Little Princess Xueli was contemplating such a serious matter in her mind.
He also did not know that he would be facing the risk of losing Xueli.
Gu Shengyin’s thought was simply to cling to him, and cling to him a little more before that day arrives.
Elsewhere.
After having dinner with her grandfather and grandmother, and taking a stroll with them in the garden, An Weiwei finally couldn’t resist using the excuse of being tired to return to her room.
Her room was like that of any wealthy little girl’s, filled with luxurious princess-thed decor, the kind that any little girl would dream of.
She did not like it.
But everyone assud that An Weiwei must like this style; not just her room, but her clothes, her jewelry, even her backpack, all were in this dreamy Lolita style.
Even An Weiwei herself, under the self-hypnosis of day after day, could convince herself that she liked this style.
Because her elders liked such obedient, cute, and well-behaved little princesses.
Only now, with no one else around, could she freely unleash the true desires within her heart.
She put away the perennial innocent smile on her face, took off the pink lace princess dress, and changed into a plain white robe.
Sitting on the bed, An Weiwei looked like a completely different person from during the day.
Her face was expressionless, and her large, dark eyes held an eerie quality under the dim light.
The desires repressed during the day were gradually awakening.
It was as if there was a fla burning inside her, dry and parched, making her gaze a bit manic.
She felt so uncomfortable, needing sothing to calm this increasingly intense desire, rather than suppressing it once more.
What did she need?
She felt a strong urge to see blood, to see those tender, desperate eyes, to feel the warm blood flow over her hand, to hear the pitiful cries by her ear, giving her a sense of dominating the other’s entire world.
But she couldn’t.
Her grandfather and grandmother were staying in the room next door.
She couldn’t let them see this side of their obedient granddaughter.
She could only endure it.
In this long night, in the tornt of ti, she gradually suppressed this burning impulse.
Her nails pierced deeply into her flesh, yet An Weiwei didn’t even frown.
Only pain could sowhat control the chaos within her heart.
The clock hand moved slowly.
Finally, after two full rotations, the intense, burning desire within her heart gradually subsided.
An Weiwei lowered her head, unsurprised to see her left forearm already covered in blood—those were marks she had just made with her nails.
Looking at the sowhat dried marks, as if compelled by so supernatural force, she leaned down and gently licked them.
With a rusty, salty taste, it wasn’t tasty at all.
Yet, as if under a spell, An Weiwei thodically licked all the marks clean.
The flas in her heart also finally extinguished completely.
The taste wasn’t so bad, after all.
She slowly got up and walked over to the massive dressing mirror.
The girl in the mirror wore a loose white robe, her hair hanging down, and her expressionless face took on a bizarre quality in the dim lighting.
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