The beauty sheds tears under the lamp, a sight that evokes pity in me.

Especially her eyes, brimming with tears, looked at him, her long, wispy eyelashes trembling incessantly, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Qi Shen's face was unreadable, his narrow eyes glancing at Fang Zhi with indifference.

Who hits someone directly in the face?

Besides, he was the one who got beaten. He's only been beaten twice in his life, once by his father and this time by her.

Before he could say anything, she started crying as if he had beaten her.

I don't know what she's afraid of.

This was Fang Zhi's first time hitting someone, and he hit the person he was least likely to hit.

The man's skin was naturally fair, and the girl's slap, delivered without restraint, was somewhat noticeable.

Fang Zhi secretly glanced at the handprint on his face.

The way the man stared at her silently only made her more and more uneasy.

The sobs in her throat seemed to be gradually turning from quiet choking into loud crying.

Qi Shen: "......"

Her crying made him forget what he was about to say. He thought to himself: Fine, let her hit me then.

He paid for the money himself, for the girlfriend he had raised, and it didn't go to any outsiders.

Whether a man educates his woman or not is a private matter between the two of them, and it's even easier to say since it has nothing to do with outsiders.

He'll get his revenge on the girl later for the loss he just suffered.

The man, who was always vengeful and had a smile that hid a knife, comforted himself.

"Zhizhi, don't cry." Qi Shen's expression relaxed, and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

"I didn't mean to blame you. It was my own carelessness. I knew that Zhizhi's hand was there."

"I didn't see it and crashed into it."

The man was refined and handsome, exuding the air of a gentleman. Even though he knew it was a lie to coax a young girl, he spoke it with an air of seriousness.

If there were uninformed people present, they might actually mistakenly believe that what he said was true.

Upon hearing this, I realized that I was deeply moved.

She glanced at him furtively as she cried, seemingly doubting the truthfulness of his words.

"Brother, I really didn't mean to."

Still not reassured, the little girl explained again, albeit haltingly, with a nasal tone.

"Mm." Seeing that the girl had stopped crying, he gently patted her back. "I know." Then he smiled gently, "It's okay even if Zhizhi did it on purpose."

Besides the fun in bed, he also enjoyed seeing the little girl being bullied and crying.

The rest of the time he neither wanted nor wanted her to shed tears.

Qi Shen's eyes darkened, but he remained patient and gentle as he coaxed the girl.

She had been suppressing too many things lately, and seeing how easygoing the man seemed right now, not like he was faking it, she could no longer control her surging emotions.

Firstly, she genuinely wanted to cry; secondly, she had her own little secrets, hoping that crying herself to sleep would eventually help her fall asleep.

Siyi and she talked a lot during their evening chat.

Besides secretly getting into A University, she also had to learn how to tactfully refuse her brother's requests.

It's the kind of situation where she subtly refuses on one hand, but at the same time wants her brother to think she's accepted reality.

The farce lasted from 10:00 to nearly 11:30.

The girl finally stopped crying because she was tired. Halfway through, she realized that she had been hiding her true feelings very well, but she had looked at Qi Shen several times.

Little did he know that Qi Shen noticed her thoughts the moment her gaze swept over him. He also knew that the girl's actions in the latter half of the game were all bark and no bite.

He looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of languor and unbridled arrogance in his expression. "Are you done crying?"

Fang Zhi blushed, lowered her head somewhat guiltily, avoiding the man's gaze, and whispered, "Okay."

Qi Shen's smile widened, meaningfully saying, "I never knew my Zhizhi could cry so much."

The girl's eyelids twitched.

She yawned, feigning exhaustion, and mumbled in a hoarse, indistinct voice, "I'm sleepy."

After speaking, she deliberately ignored the man who was eyeing her menacingly and shrank into the covers.

The girl had her back to him and was curled up in a ball.

Qi Shen watched her move smoothly and effortlessly, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he gave a silent sneer.

A hint of mockery flickered in his dark eyes. It was a good thing he didn't let her study acting.

Otherwise, one day you might actually be fooled by her performance.

Qi Shen moved closer to her back, his long, warm hand slipping under the covers, and said in a low, husky voice:

"If Zhizhi is sleepy, go to sleep."

“But my brother is in a lot of pain. His face hurt your hand when he hit you. I feel really bad about it.”

"Since you've made me cry for so long, you should be able to cry for a while longer in a more cheerful way."

As they spoke, the man's hand covered her softness.

When did she ever say that his face hurt her hand when he slapped her? Fang Zhi's eyes widened suddenly.

Before she could utter a single word, the man turned her around, pressed his lips against hers, and silenced her words.

......

Her straight, slender legs were draped over the bed, and the anklet on her ankle reflected a dazzling light, with the bells jingling crookedly.

Only then did she realize that her delicate fingertips were sinking into her palm, and her cherry-colored lips pressed tightly together to prevent herself from crying out.

Qi Shen took a moment to raise his head, his straight nose tip glistening with tiny specks of moisture.

His dark, intense gaze pierced through her flat stomach, landing on her chin. Qi Shen's suppressed voice was deep and husky, carrying a captivating allure, "Is Zhizhi feeling unwell?"

It's comfortable.

A hazy, dreamlike sense of comfort—how could one know, and how dare one answer his question?

She turned as red as a boiled shrimp, and all the blood in her body rushed back to her head.

I can't believe it, and I never imagined that my brother, who has always been a germaphobe, would...

Actions speak louder than words; even though the girl didn't answer him, Qi Shen knew her answer.

He lowered his head again...

As for the girl's feelings of shame, Qi Shen was unaware of them, and even if he had known, he wouldn't have thought much of it.

The most important thing is to let the little girl experience pleasure first, so that it will be easier for him to completely devour her later.

......

Time passed unnoticed, and it was already the early hours of the second day.

The moonlight was soft and warm, and the bedroom was filled with a tender and ambiguous atmosphere after the passion had subsided. The soiled sheets were torn off by the man, rolled into a ball, and thrown on the floor. A brand new set of dark blue silk four-piece bedding was placed on the bed.

The girl lay upright with her eyes closed.

She gripped the blanket tightly to her chest with both hands, as if afraid of being taken advantage of.

Her arms, as white and delicate as lotus roots, and her beautifully shaped shoulders and neck were exposed to the air, with old and new hickeys alternating, some so faint as to be negligible, others bright and striking.

Qi Shen leaned against the headboard, staring intently at the marks on the girl's body. After a long while, a low chuckle escaped his throat, and he uttered two words, "Spoiled."

After watching her for a while, Qi Shen turned off the bedside lamp and gently put her arm back under the covers.

Then he held her in his arms, felt a sense of peace, and gradually fell asleep, inhaling the fragrance emanating from the girl.