Pain, tiredness, with a sense of dizziness in her head, this was the first thing Xing Fei felt after waking up.

She felt a familiar feeling, as if she had always woken up like this before.

Her body was swollen everywhere, her head seemed to explode, she didn't want to open her eyes, and when she opened them, it was a dark home, no, it should be called hell.

After the holidays, she hid in the house all day, waited until her mother took a nap before sneaking out, and if she saw her, she might have beaten her for some reason.

Domestic violence, how common this word is, but I am afraid that there are few people who can do it to the point of her, because she watched her stepfather beat her mother, and her mother came to beat her after she couldn't find an outlet.

In this way, from top to bottom, it is really an orderly cycle.

The old wounds have not healed, and new wounds are coming one after another.

Xing Fei often looked at the injuries on his body, the large bruises were red and purple, and there was a paint plate on his body.

It was precisely because of the squalor and darkness in the home that she liked Yan Yuan's sunny warmth even more.

He doesn't see such negative emotions in his body, he has an upward attitude and a more loving home.

But everything has changed at any time, Yan Yuan in front of him is no longer Yan Yuan, he is the one who looks at her indifferently, the one who conceals the death of his friend, and the one who can't guess his thoughts.

There are all kinds of characters, none of which are in line with the original him.

Xing Fei was finally woken up by the dazzling light, she had always been dissatisfied with this, it would be nice if she could have a comfortable light as soon as she opened her eyes.

A sparkling crystal chandelier, small and delicate, bright and shining.

She blinked, and her eyeballs moved around.

She knew where it was, and she had known this place by heart, because she had carefully designed every location.

At this moment, the curtains are black, it seems that it is dark, and she should not have slept for too long.

Yan Yuan walked into the room from outside the door, Xing Fei looked at him, remembering the scene before dark, whether she fainted or was in his arms.

Was she being examined at his home at the moment?

At this time, Qi Min walked in, still wearing a white glowing coat, a capable dress, and his hands habitually inserted in his pockets on both sides.

When she entered the house and saw Xing Fei wake up, her eyes were full of worry.

Xing Fei noticed something unusual, she looked down and saw that the dress had long been replaced by a satin nightdress.

She got up in a panic, wanting to lift the quilt to see if her knees were exposed, but because Yan Yuan was on the side, her movements stopped.

"No need to check, I've seen it." Yan Yuan stood next to her, lowered his head and said.

Xing Fei felt everything rush to her brain, and she was dizzy and her fingers were cold.

She hesitated for a long time but raised her head to look at him, the light was shining above his head, and Xing Fei, who was stabbed, couldn't help but squint her eyes.

"If it's okay, you can go home, and I'll contact you again if there's a situation." Yan Yuan spoke, obviously speaking to Qi Min.

Qi Min nodded, still worried, and said, "It's best to let her recuperate for a few more days." ”

The sound of the door closing, the air returned to quiet, and Xing Fei didn't dare to look at his eyes again, for fear of seeing the fierceness in his eyes.

For a long time, Yan Yuan clasped his hands around his chest, "Don't you have anything to say?" ”

Xing Fei sat on the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt, she didn't dare to expose her skin to his burning gaze.

But what could she say, tell him everything that happened?

But didn't he already know about it, and also concealed the news of Wu He's death.

"Nope." She replied coldly.

Yan Yuan was surprised by her attitude, "Today's conversation between you and Qi Haoting, as well as the injuries on your body, Xing Fei, are you really not going to tell me?" ”

He stared at Xing Fei's lowered face, and his hands were quietly clenched, he was waiting, and he was also creating opportunities, whether Xing Fei could tell him everything, without concealing it.

Xing Fei finally mustered up the courage, raised her head to look at him, and shouted stubbornly: "I have nothing to say to you!" ”

The voice fell, and the room was silent, and even the sound of the clock turning in the room could be heard clearly.

There was a "snap", the minute hand turned, and another minute passed.

"Say it again." Yan Yuan's face was gloomy and terrifying, and these words seemed to be bitten by him.

Xing Fei was angry, "I said, I have nothing to say to you." ”

She complained about him, she had been complaining since she learned the news, she had been chasing for so long, she had been waiting for the day when Wu He came back, but it turned out that he had already died, and the news was still suppressed by Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan stepped forward and grabbed Xing Fei's shoulder with his hand, his eyes were rarely violent.

"Then you said yes to Qi Haoting?"

"That's right, at least he's above board, and he's more generous than you!" Xing Fei ignored the pain in her shoulder and simply said it in one go.

"Have you forgotten what you promised me?" He asked.

Xing Fei's eyes widened, "I don't remember." ”

Yan Yuan slammed her down and landed on the flannel blanket.

Xing Fei shook slightly because of the elasticity of the bed, and his arm was also pressed hard by him and fell into the mattress.

She struggled desperately, but to no avail, and before she could catch her breath, Yan Yuan's kiss fell.

is angry, and there is more resentment towards him in his heart, but at this moment he wants to kiss himself!

Yan Yuan kissed roughly, the whole person pressed on her body, and then the kiss turned to her neck, Xing Fei struggled, lying there weakly without moving.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye, Yan Yuan tasted a drop of bitter saltiness and raised his head to look at her.

The ferocity in his eyes hadn't dissipated yet, "You don't remember anything!" Then can you remember that I kissed you today, can you remember your hatred for me now?! ”

Xing Fei closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him, and her chin was pinched tightly by him.

The pain came, and Xing Fei frowned.

"Xing Fei, do you understand what I'm talking about!" He slammed his fist on the mattress, and the loud sound of the spring echoed in Xing Fei's ears.

Xing Fei opened his eyes and looked at his eyes dyed with anger, "I don't understand, I never understood you." ”

The corners of Yan Yuan's mouth pulled out a desolate smile, "Then I'll let you understand it thoroughly today!" ”

After speaking, he kissed her even more roughly, brushing every inch of skin.

I want her to be covered with her own breath.

I want her to only see herself.

I want her to love only herself.

The more Yan Yuan kissed, the more affectionate he became, and his eyes became moist unconsciously.

Xing Fei endured it silently, the tears in the corners of her eyes had dried up, and new tears slipped through in the next second.

Why would they be like this.

She expected them to have a good time, and then she put her mind to it, and stopped playing any more tricks to get away with.

But she learned the truth, and he saw the wounds on his body again.

Everything is a helpless and sad coincidence.

Yan Yuan ripped off the strap of her pajamas, and Xing Fei opened her eyes suddenly.

Yan Yuan's movements paused, and his fingers lightly touched the scar above her chest.

Little by little, extremely careful, Xing Fei was uncomfortable by his actions, and wanted to raise his hand to block it, but his hand was stopped.

Yan Yuan's eyes turned from the scar to her face, and at this moment his eyes were like black gems, deep with something shining in them.

Xing Fei looked at his eyes with a little softness, his appearance was something she had never seen before, she couldn't help but find out what was shining in his eyes, could it be tears.

"Has he seen you here, too?" Yan Yuan sneered at this time.

Xing Fei's softness just now disappeared in an instant because of his words.

"It has nothing to do with you." She wanted to get up.

Undoubtedly, he was pressed back again, and Xing Fei looked at him angrily.

"What the hell do you want to do!"

Yan Yuan held her two wrists with one hand, and gradually lowered her pajamas with the other.

"Stop!" Xing Fei hurriedly stopped.

His eyes were too aggressive for her to bear.

"Yan Yuan, you let go of me, don't be like this!" Her voice was sobbing.

But this was useless to Yan Yuan, who was full of anger.

"Xing Fei, if you can't have me in your heart, then your body must also belong to me."

Xing Fei was shocked when he said this, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

She didn't believe that such irresponsible words would come out of Yan Yuan's mouth, but he was not like this before, he was not Yan Yuan at all.

He wouldn't wipe away her tears when he was upset.

I won't force it when I resist, let alone say that I don't have it in my heart and my body.

"Where did you hide Yan Yuan?" Xing Fei asked.

Yan Yuan stopped and looked at her.

"You're not right, aren't you? He wouldn't treat me like this, he couldn't protect me, how could he bear to bully me. ”

Yan Yuan froze for a long time, then got up and let go of her, wanting to help her pull her clothes on, Xing Fei dodged and covered herself with the quilt.

"You go out, I want to stay by myself for a while." Xing Fei was wrapped in a quilt, her eyes slightly red.

Yan Yuan's breath had not yet calmed down, and a deep sense of frustration struck, and he turned around and walked out of the room in silence.

Xing Fei looked at the oil paintings hanging on the wall not far away, the endless wheat fields, golden.

She had thought that the painting and the house were not in the same place, but now when she looked at it again, she understood the meaning.

When people stay in this closed room, what they most desire is the vast and boundless world, and happiness and freedom are what everyone pursues.

What she has always longed for most is freedom, not only her freedom, but also the freedom of her father Xing Zhengfeng.

But all of them turned into bubbles, and her own heart was never truly liberated.

Wu He, this name lingered in her heart.

Deep guilt and unspeakable grief, she could still deceive herself when she didn't know, but the truth was turned over and thrown in front of her again and again.

It's like a freshly scabbed wound that is torn open again, doubling the pain.

In the second half of the night, it rained heavily again, and Xing Fei was awakened by the sound of thunder and lightning, and she watched the curtains keep floating.

Getting up and lifting the quilt, her bare feet touching the ground, she walked over and closed the window, watching the torrential rain outside.

Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking came from outside the house, Xing Fei was startled, walked over quickly, opened the door, and walked out of the living room.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he stopped.

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