When she met him, it was like escaping from a nightmare, temporarily falling into a sweet dream that was impossible to refuse.

She doesn't live proudly, maybe humblely, but definitely not casually.

She was twitching as the man reached out and pressed her shoulder. We all know how she could not be on her guard as she stumbled all the way from the dark and narrow basement to the streets of Tokyo?

She subconsciously classifies all those who are close to her into the ranks of the bad guys. After all, she has basically not met any good people in the past sixteen years.

"You're so skinny, you only have bones all over your body. He threw his clothes on the couch and half-jokingly at the down-and-out girl, "You say, if I sleep, will you be?"

This man has a really gentle smile, he is golden, but at first glance he is not handsome enough. He dressed very gentlemanly, and even treated the waiters of the hotel with courtesy.

They called him Mr. Liu.

He told her that he was Chinese, that he came to Japan when he was thirteen, first in Osaka and later in Nagoya. In short, the story of his own business is bizarre and twisted, and he said that he never likes people who complain, so she didn't have a chance to listen to him talk about those twists and turns.

"You're beautiful. ”

It was the only word of praise he had ever said to her when he left.

He gently closed the door with his bony hands. Her face was hot. Slowly, it didn't take long for her whole body to get hot.

At night, the indoor heating is turned on so much that people sweat.

She lifted the covers, naked and stood in front of a mirror in the bathroom, which was much taller than her, and observed her face.

The water vapor made the small space less clear, and she saw her vague face, and a pair of aura eyes instantly became a little more angry.

Pretty...... Is it?

She reached out and wiped the mirror clean little by little. What else did he just say?

Oh, by the way, to say she's skinny. It was undeniably thin, and she reached out to hold her chest and feel her heart beating.

Sometimes it's very strange that she met an inexplicable man on the street, and said a few words to her that seemed a little frivolous, and she actually wanted to live seriously.

In the following month, she found that he was not only gentle with her, but also with this warmth, which was irresistible.

He helped her go through the enrollment procedures, helped her find a place to live, and never forgot to ask for warmth every day. He was a smart man, and he could see at a glance that the girl was not short of money, but he could see that she was lonely.

"You're like a puppy soaked in the rain, pitiful, and you can't help but want to hold it in your arms. He rolled his eyes warmly, and pretended to touch her hair.

She slapped it away awkwardly and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not a dog, you never called my name, do you remember what my name is?"

"You called" he leaned into her ear: "Lin Weisheng." ”

She held back her restless heart, but fortunately it did not seem cheap in front of him. He was so close, and she could certainly see what he wanted.

"You want to sleep with me?"

She asked too bluntly, and in the atmosphere that he had managed to create, he couldn't help but laugh.

"You don't want to sleep with me, why are you so nice to me?" she said, her eyes widening as she confirmed again.

"Can't there be anything between a man and a woman besides the relationship of sleep?" he said, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm only sixteen. She didn't forget to remind him.

"I mean, I can wait for you to grow up. ”

He pulled her half-faded clothes neatly.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven years old. ”

Twenty-seven, she couldn't help but sigh, it was really powerful, she was already the president of a small company at the age of twenty-seven.

He's going to be a good man. That's what she told herself.

She remembered for a moment that blood-stained summer, when her parents were groaning in a pool of blood. She thought of the suffocating basement, and she remembered the countless times she had quarreled with her mother over which was the cheapest place to buy groceries. She also remembered that she was huddled in a corner reading, surrounded by the sound of shuffling cards and swearing.

She won't forget how lowly she used to be. So low that she may not be able to hold her head up for the rest of her life.

But the man in front of him came to Japan at the age of thirteen, and he was young and promising. She couldn't think of any reason why he could like her. She lived too lowly, and she felt unworthy.

Then the only possibility is that he really just wants to sleep with her.

But he said that she would wait for her to grow up, which was a romantic promise, and it sounded so reassuring. She couldn't indulge in the dreams he had woven for her, so she grabbed his arm and asked, "How long are you willing to wait for me?"

"Waiting for the day of your bar mig. ”

"Are you going to sleep with me that day, or are you going to marry me?"

"You're already trying to marry me before we even start, my puppy?"

She really opened her teeth and claws like a puppy, and her eyes were extremely firm: "I can sleep with me, but if you want to marry me, I will let you sleep with me for the rest of my life." ”

"Good. "He doesn't make any extra promises, just strokes her head like a dog.

He changed the subject: "How about I take you to Hokkaido to see the snow in two days?"

"You always make me feel like you're lying to me. ”

"Poof—it looks like you're a wolf, not a puppy. ”

She clutched the corner of his clothes and said viciously: "If you don't wait for me, I will eat you, even if you eat until there is only dregs left, no one else will want to touch you." ”

"How can I keep my promise like this?" his voice was magnetic, with a bit of magic to suck people in. He bit her ear, and the warm snort sprayed around her neck, making her gasp for breath.

"You're still young. He stopped in moderation, put on his clothes, told her to wear thicker, said that the company had something to do temporarily, and left after a while.

After he left, she felt that the whole room was empty.

The next day she went to school, not too far away, and she had planned to walk and relax, but someone would not allow her to do so.

Her Mr. Liu sent his own exclusive driver, and she only knew that the driver was a Japanese, surnamed Fujiwara, who didn't talk much and looked very delicate.

Fujiwara used stumbling Chinese to communicate with her, probably meaning that he didn't know Chinese before, and Mr. Liu asked him to learn it specifically.

"Why do you want to learn Chinese, are you going to China?"

"It's you, talking to you. ”

She thought he wouldn't do anything, but he was doing these inexplicable things when she couldn't see them.

Suddenly, I was in a bit of a good mood.

It was still early, and Mr. Fujiwara drove very slowly, and he complained with a smile, "Chinese, difficult." ”

She rarely smiled, and in the rearview mirror, she could see that she was smiling.

It was white outside, the windows rolled down slowly, and she reached out to catch a snowflake.