Chapter 18 Power Outage
Qi Yu just thought about it in his heart, and didn't really say it.
It doesn't make sense, and it will make the already rusty mother-daughter relationship even more stiff.
After a perfunctory word, he hung up the phone.
She sat on the floor with a picture frame in her arms.
In the frame is a photo of her graduating from high school, and it is also the last photo she took with her grandparents.
Tears, I don't know when they flowed silently.
In this world, the two people who care about and love her the most have left her forever.
She didn't know how long she had been crying, only that it was completely dark, the room was not lit, it was dark and silent, like a black hole about to swallow her up.
Until two knocks broke the terrifying silence.
She came back to her senses and wiped the tears from her face, but she stood up coldly, her legs numb, and she fell down again, hitting the foot of the bed.
The people outside the door heard the movement and called out, "Qi Yu? β
She rubbed her sore calf and limped over to open the door.
She was only willing to open a crack in the door, revealing half of her face.
"Something?"
"There's a power outage, where is the toolbox?"
Hearing Cheng Jinan's words, Qi Yu reacted, not only inside the house, but also outside in the dark.
She thought it was just a relationship where the lights weren't turned on.
She shrugged her shoulders stupidly: "Sometimes it's like this in the village, maybe a call will come in a while, maybe it will have to wait until tomorrow." β
Her tone was accustomed to it, and she took out two old-fashioned red candles from the cabinet in the dark and handed one to Cheng Jinan.
He took out a lighter and lit it in turn.
While the room was illuminated, Cheng Jinan also caught a glimpse of the unwiped tears on her face.
And the strange posture in which she limped downstairs.
Qi Yu took out two glass bottles from the cupboard and inserted the candles inside.
Cheng Jinan lit a cigarette on the burning flame.
"It's inconvenient to have a power outage, let's sleep downstairs tonight."
Qi Yu's gaze fell from his face to the sofa.
With a hesitant look, he lowered his head and blew out a candle, jokingly: "Don't waste it, save it." β
Qi Yu is angry, what is the words in and out of the words, who is this ridiculing?
On weekdays, she was secretly ridiculed by those around Pei Ran for being a broken household, and now, because of one or two candles, she was ridiculed by Cheng Jinan?
Isn't it a big deal to have a few stinky money?
Oh, maybe, it's really amazing.
The clenched fist silently loosened, like a deflated ball.
She followed his example and blew out the only candle she had left.
"Since it's saved, let's be thorough."
In the darkness, only the cigarette between his fingers still emitted a little light.
There was a low chuckle, and the little bit of scarlet shook and then went out.
Immediately after, Qi Yu was pressed on the sofa.
The man's breath was heavy and burning, mixed with the smell of cigarettes, wrapped around her neck.
"Does this count as an invitation to bed?"
"Cheng Jinanβ" She tried to push him away, but was suppressed and couldn't move.
"Be gentle." He bit down on her earlobe in a reprimanding manner.
Qi Yu bit his lip and refused to make a sound.
The body that was firmly controlled trembled at the touch of those hands.
Like a hedgehog in the face of an enemy, it erects hard feathered thorns all over its body, desperately trying to protect itself.
Sensing the stiffness under her palm, Cheng Jinan frowned and pinched her waist.
"Relax, or it hurts."
The palms of the hands that were holding his clothes were soaked with sweat, and they couldn't hold on to them anymore, so they suddenly let go, slid down, and hung on the ground with a soft sound.
The hand resting on her waist paused, went straight down, and grasped her calf.
It was exactly where she hit the foot of the bed.
Qi Yu couldn't help but "sizzle".
Immediately, the weight on her body receded, Cheng Jinan sat up straight, grabbed her leg and put it on her thigh, and rubbed it one by one.