"Ha!! Meow!!" Song Shang struggled to get up in Geng Ying's arms, tail raised, back arched, in a defensive posture.
Geng Ying raised an eyebrow, gently stroking Song Shang's white fur with a doting expression, and coaxed softly, "Alright, alright, don't be afraid, we're not afraid."
Xue Qinfeng stared at the kitten in her arms with a doting expression, gently coaxing it, "It's okay, how about you go play with Uncle?"
Geng Ying frowned, as if guarding against a thief, and hugged Song Shang tightly in her arms, not letting Xue Qinfeng see, "No, Sweet Bean is still young."
“Kittens need more exercise, otherwise they'll be prone to stress when they grow up.” Xue Qinfeng said with a warm smile, trying his best to persuade them, “Let’s go together…”
Before he could finish speaking, Song Shang, with a burst of strength from who knows where, broke free from Geng Ying's embrace and flew towards Xue Qinfeng.
A flash of white light.
Sizzle!
The sound of fabric tearing rang out.
Geng Ying and Xue Qinfeng were both stunned for a moment.
Xue Qinfeng felt a chill in his lower body.
The curve of his lips froze for a moment. He looked down and saw that Song Shang's claws had torn open his pants, revealing the edge of his bright pink underwear.
"Ah!!!" Xue Qinfeng flung the bouquet in his hand, covered his face, and ran outside.
The shrill, piercing cry drifted away on a gust of wind.
Before Geng Ying could react, Song Shang had already climbed back into her arms and was sitting steadily.
He stiffened his neck, looked up at the direction where Xue Qinfeng had disappeared, revealed his sharp teeth, and exhaled.
Then, it lazily lifted its eyes, glanced at the stunned Geng Ying, opened its paws, licked her, and prepared to welcome her explosive scream.
"Sweet pea..." Geng Ying swallowed hard, her eyes flashing, then burst into laughter, "Hahaha... Hahaha!"
Song Shang, who had been prepared to be scolded, was now completely bewildered.
He looked up in confusion, stared at Geng Ying's wicked smile, rolled his eyes, and snuggled into her arms.
She pinched the soft, white, and delicate ears.
Song Shang shook his body; he was already used to it.
He folded his ear over and calmly tilted his head to the other side.
"Hahaha! Sweet Bean! Were you just protecting Mommy?"
"Sweet Bean has grown up!"
"Sweet Bean is so sensible!"
"Sweet Bean doesn't hide from Mom anymore!"
"Sweet Bean is a good little cat."
"..."
Song Shang twitched his ear tips, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
He elegantly and languidly placed his paw on her arm and gently patted it with his pink paw pads.
Geng Ying's tone became even more excited, and her throat felt like it was about to burst into flames.
"How about Mommy takes the baby to the park?"
"But you can't go down! You can't just rush out like you did before, understand?"
What if someone hurts you?
"And there's more..."
A series of familiar instructions swirled in Song Shang's mind.
In the past, he would turn his head away dismissively and cover his ears.
This time, he unusually raised his eyes and glanced at Geng Ying, as if he had agreed to something.
Geng Ying was so engrossed in talking that she didn't notice Song Shang's gaze.
But tonight, she felt that the kitten in her arms was much more well-behaved.
I no longer think about escaping all the time, like before.
*
The pitch-black night, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, devours human reason.
The wind and snow were biting cold, and the piercing chill crept up from the soles of my feet to my head, overwhelming every nerve and leaving me utterly defenseless.
Bang bang bang...
The wide-open windows rattled and groaned incessantly in the cold wind.
Fang Ling stood at the window, wearing only a thin hospital gown. Her long black hair, like a vengeful ghost, fluttered in the cold wind and spread messily across her face.
A gust of wind blew by, revealing her pale, bloodless face and her numb, unfocused pupils.
"Don't kill me..." A low, hoarse voice, as if crawling out of hell, echoed eerily.
Fang Ling held onto the window, kicking the white wall repeatedly, trying to get out.
"Ah!!" Accompanied by a shrill scream, a white figure landed, bringing with it the smell of disinfectant from the cold wind in front of Fang Ling.
Fang Ling shuddered and came to her senses.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the ground.
It was too dark to see anything except for the flickering lights and the cacophony of voices.
Her muddled mind cleared for a moment, and she saw that she was leaning against the window with half of her body hanging out. A chill ran down her spine, and she immediately pulled back in.
A bloody smell seemed to waft from downstairs, and a feeling of nausea rose from my stomach.
She paused, and the figure of a tall man flashed before her eyes, but she couldn't see his face clearly.
The man held a knife with black bristles in his hand, and his pupils were sharp and narrow like a wolf's, gleaming with a ghostly green light.
Fang Ling felt her hair stand on end and her teeth chatter.
Squeak.
The door opened.
A male voice rang out from the doorway, "Fang Ling!"
"Ah!!!" Fang Ling screamed, covering her head and shrinking into the corner.
She waved her hands as if trying to stop something, muttering under her breath, "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer!!"
Mr. Fang, standing at the door, frowned and stared at the crazed Fang Ling. He then closed the door behind him, shutting out the medical staff.
"Get away! Get away!" Fang Ling kicked at the air in front of her, constantly shrinking into the corner.
Mr. Fang pursed his lips, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes. He squatted down, his face solemn, and carefully asked, "Xiao Ling? Are you really crazy? Or..."
Mr. Fang took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "Or is it because you know some secret that can't be told, and you're pretending to be crazy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stared intently at Fang Ling.
But Fang Ling remained fearful, showing no change whatsoever.
Undeterred, Mr. Fang kept a close eye on her and tentatively asked, "I found a miniature recording pen in your jewelry. Is it because of Tang Song... that secret?"
Fang Ling froze, as if she had heard some forbidden word. She jumped up and rushed to the door, frantically pulling at the doorknob and screaming, "Help! Help!"
Mr. Fang's heart sank as he stared at the corner where Fang Ling had just been curled up, the white wall damp with sweat.
The dark gaze shifted and landed on Fang Ling, who was frantically pleading for help at the door.
perhaps……
Fang Ling was really faking it.
Mr. Fang's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he slowly rose and walked towards her step by step.
Fang Ling couldn't open the door, so she gradually quieted down, leaning silently against the door panel, staring at the doorknob, and remained motionless for a long time.
Standing behind her, Mr. Fang lowered his voice and coaxed her, "Xiao Ling, trust Dad. No matter what threat you face, Dad can help you."
Fang Ling's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she remained motionless.
"Xiaoling, tell Daddy, what's the password to the voice recorder in the bracelet?" Mr. Fang raised his hand and patted her shoulder gently, as if to comfort her.
The ward fell silent, and the sound of breathing seemed extremely abrupt.
Mr. Fang was not in a hurry and waited quietly.
Fang Ling slowly turned around, her messy hair sticking to the side of her face.
The confusion on that pale face was replaced by gloom.
She raised her hand and pointed to the clock on the wall.
11:33:15 PM.
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