Jian Xingchen had just changed her clothes and walked out of the bathroom when she heard a knock on the door. She looked at the time and it was already 22 o'clock. The girl wiped away her tears and opened the door.
"Aren't you asleep yet?" The girl opened the door with a smile.
"Take the medicine and go to sleep." Si Mohan put the medicine bottle in her hand and turned to leave.
"Do you want me to wipe it myself?"
Si Mohan paused slightly, looked at the pitiful girl, and sighed softly.
"Go and lie down on the bed." The man walked into the room and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Jian Xingchen looked at the man who entered the room, his face darkened, he locked the door and took out the key.
The girl lifted up her top and lay obediently on the bed. The dim lamp shone on her snow-like skin, making Si Mohan, who was approaching, tremble a little.
"It's quite cold!" The girl raised her calf and swung it back and forth, propped up her chin with her hands, and looked at the rainy scene outside the window.
Si Mohan calmed down, concealed the lust in his eyes, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to remove the gauze from her back.
When he saw the large bruises and wounds, the man's voice couldn't stop trembling, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurt then, but it doesn't hurt anymore," the girl said with an indifferent expression.
Si Mohan suppressed his anger, but his movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting her.
"Mom wants to take Xiaoxuan to live there for a few days, what do you think?"
There was a wry smile on Jian Xingchen's lips, and everyone took it away and asked me.
"Well, Xiaoxuan hasn't seen them for a long time. You might as well go and stay," the girl replied.
Seeing her neither crying nor fussing, Si Mohan felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. After applying the medicine, he covered her with the quilt.
"Go to bed early!" The man packed up the medicine bottles and stood up to leave. Just when his hand was about to touch the door handle, he paused in mid-air.
He turned to look at the girl, who was looking at him with a mischievous expression.
"I'll let you rest here today! I'm going to sleep first," Jian Xingchen moved to the other side of the bed before he could speak, and closed his eyes to rest.
The man frowned slightly, with uncertainty in his eyes. Did she want him to stay?
Si Mohan looked at the time, and after careful consideration, he lay down on the sofa and took a nap.
Jian Xingchen waited for 10 minutes but didn't feel anyone next to her. When she opened her eyes and turned around, she saw the man sleeping on the sofa.
The girl frowned slightly, thought for a moment, picked up the quilt and two pillows, and threw them all on the sofa.
"Xingchen, what do you want to do?" The man sat up and looked at the girl who was half kneeling on the sofa playing with pillows.
"Of course I'm sleeping!" Jian Xingchen ignored him, put the two pillows away, stepped over him and curled up inside.
The man looked at the girl's rosy little face, stood up and wanted to leave, but she held the corner of his clothes tightly.
"Don't go, I'm afraid," the girl's voice was low, but it was particularly clear in the quiet room.
Si Mohan looked back at the girl. Although she had her eyes closed, she could still feel her body shaking.
"Go to sleep! I'm here," Si Mohan lay next to her, covered her with the quilt, and patted her shoulder.
The girl took his arm with both hands and put it against her face, "It's so warm, like a hot water bottle."
Si Mohan could no longer describe her mood. This day felt like a dream. She showed unprecedented reliance on herself.
These intimate behaviors never even appeared in dreams. I never dared to think that I could be with her at such a close distance when she was awake.
Si Mohan raised his hand and wanted to touch the girl's face, but he was afraid that his dream would be shattered. The man took his hand back to support his head and moved closer, hoping to get closer to her.
Ringing, the phone vibrated. The man hurriedly pressed the alarm clock, turned to look at the girl who was still sleeping, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised his eyes and saw the keys on the bed. While she was sleeping, he pressed a deep kiss on her forehead.
"Stardust, I'll be right back."
Dark camp underground
"Where?" Si Mohan walked with heavy steps in the dark dungeon.
"Master Si, Lu Mao has already explained everything about the factory that day. My wife was injured because she was trying to save the young master," Ning She explained.
The man's steps paused slightly, his deep eyes were filled with blood, and his black clothes almost blended into the darkness.
Ning She was so frightened that she took a step back and did not dare to speak anymore.
Si Mohan walked into the cell and looked at the bloody green hair tied to the stake. There was a dangerous aura around him.
"It's him?"
"It's Mr. Si. According to reports, he originally wanted to attack the young master, but in the end he was stopped by the madam."
"go out."
Ning She closed the door after going out, and a sinister smile echoed in the dungeon.
"I'm afraid of hurting her even if I touch her. How dare you do such a heavy hand, you are seeking death."
Ning She heard the incessant screams inside and smoked cigarettes as usual.
Mr. Si will only lose his mind when he encounters his wife's affairs. He obviously has mysophobia, but he still has to deal with it himself.
Dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the drizzle stopped. The man returned to his room and washed away the blood on his body, changed into clean clothes and returned to her room.
As soon as he entered the room, he heard the girl sobbing. When he saw the girl huddled in the corner, Si Mohan's heart sank suddenly.
"Stardust."
The girl looked at the man in front of her with tears in her eyes, "You, where have you been? I, I'm afraid, I'm the only one here."
The week she was tortured by Meng Ziqing was locked in a small dark room without sunlight. When she saw the light, it was the time to torture herself.
"I'm sorry, Stardust, I shouldn't have left."
The man looked at the confused and helpless girl in front of him, his heart felt like a knife, and he could only hold her tightly in his arms to comfort her.
The girl was choked with sobs and couldn't say a word. Her tears couldn't stop falling and soon wetted the man's clothes on his shoulders.
"Don't cry, Stardust, why don't you give me a good beating?" The man's mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to do.
