Looking at the man in front of him, whose body was covered in sores and not a single piece of healthy flesh, if it weren't for the mark Qi An had left on him, no one would recognize that this was the handsome and arrogant second-generation rich kid.
He was wearing a dirty prison uniform whose color was indistinguishable, and both trouser legs were covered in black and yellow excrement that had flowed from somewhere.
His eyes were vacant, he held a piece of moldy bread in his hand, and he was gnawing on it with difficulty with his rotten mouth open, his whole body emitting a pungent stench.
The "Black Towers" would only give him a little food after each time they had tormented him.
Later, in order to avoid starvation and to survive, he had no choice but to fawn over them like a dog, since he was no longer a man anyway.
Those days of extravagance and debauchery felt like a past life, and he even missed the impoverished days before he became rich.
At least back then, he lived like a human being.
Sometimes he wonders why he assaulted those girls in the first place.
He's clearly not short of money or good looks, and plenty of girls are willing to date him, so why does he have to seek thrills?
A sharp pain shot through my intestines, and something else flowed out from behind me.
The relentless torment had long since caused him to lose control of his bladder, and incontinence became a frequent occurrence.
They also thought he was dirty and were reluctant to touch him. He often only got a loaf of bread every few days and had to eat it very sparingly.
The stench filled the prison, and he shrank back into the corner in fear. Sure enough, the next second, fists and feet rained down on him.
"Damn it, it stinks! Clean up your shit and pee right now, or I'll kill you."
After they had beaten enough, they lay down and went back to sleep.
Wu Yue curled up on the ground, his empty, numb eyes unable to shed a single tear.
He wanted to die so badly, but he was a coward; he couldn't bring himself to do it.
In a daze, he seemed to see the girl in the white dress appear in the prison. Amidst his fear, he also felt a sense of relief.
He watched as the girl curled her lip in disgust, then raised her hand and slapped him on the head.
His world was plunged into darkness in an instant.
Void space.
The girl in the white dress lost all her resentment, and the black despair that had been clinging to her disappeared.
She asked that question again: "Did I really do something wrong?"
Qi An looked into her eyes and answered her firmly, "You did nothing wrong. Whether it was wearing a skirt or walking through the alley, it wasn't your fault."
The perpetrators are wrong, society is wrong, and it is the so-called victim-blaming theory that is wrong.
Li Siting breathed a sigh of relief, feeling no more regrets.
She smiled and thanked Qi An; her pure white soul was clean and beautiful.
"Thank you all, I have no regrets."
After the transaction was completed, as Li Siting was about to leave, Qi An called her back.
"etc."
Li Siting turned around and saw a bright red candied hawthorn stick in front of her, with glistening syrup hanging on it, looking incredibly tempting.
Ata swallowed hard and forced himself to turn his head away.
Li Siting asked in confusion, "What is this...?"
Qi An said, "This is what the little boy offered you to eat, to thank you for saving her."
Li Siting: "You saved him, not me..."
Qi An handed her the candied hawthorn and smiled.
"No, it was you who saved him. The little brat is telling everyone that a lady in a white dress saved him, saying you're a fairy."
Li Siting lowered her head and smiled shyly. When she looked up again, her eyes sparkled, as if the brightest star in the sky had fallen into them.
She took the candied hawthorn and took a small bite.
"So sweet!"
After seeing Li Siting off, Ata slumped on the sofa, drooling, and everything looked like a candied hawthorn.
Qi An was so annoyed by his noise that he said impatiently, "Stop inhaling, isn't it disgusting?"
Ata murmured, "I want to eat candied hawthorns."
Qi An was speechless: "How many candied hawthorns did you eat in that world? Luckily you're not human, otherwise even an eighty-year-old human woman would have better teeth than you."
What do you mean I'm not human? That sounds weird.
Ata secretly rolled her eyes, then said obediently, "Boss, don't you want to eat hot pot, barbecue, or crayfish?"
Qi An: "..."
Damn it, she wants to too.
Especially hot pot, which is very spicy. Fresh meat and vegetable meatballs are added, rolled in the oil sauce, and swallowed in one bite.
Pair it with a chilled osmanthus plum juice to cut through the richness, and it's perfect!
Qi An thought to himself, "It seems I need to add some more things to this void space."
So when the next person to make a wish arrived, the two of them, one big and one small, were having a hot pot meal and eating with great enthusiasm.
The red soup was bubbling, with a thick layer of meat and vegetables floating on top, and dozens of kinds of ingredients were displayed on the shelf next to it, with a complete variety.
The meat was placed on a whole block of crystal-clear ice, and the green vegetables were so fresh they looked like they could be squeezed for water.
What's outrageous is that there was also a standing scarecrow covered with candied hawthorns and other fruits.
The spicy and savory aroma filled the entire space, and Xu Yaling swallowed her saliva frantically, wondering if her saliva would flow like a waterfall if she opened her mouth.
She couldn't even remember the last time she had hot pot. After several years in the apocalypse, she had almost forgotten what hot pot tasted like.
Xu Yaling became increasingly confused. Had she gone to the wrong place?
Can this "self-service hot pot restaurant" really fulfill people's wishes?
Qi An pointed with his chopsticks to the chair next to him, indicating that she should sit down and eat together.
Xu Yaling noticed that a bowl and chopsticks had already been set out there, as if they had known she was coming.
Xu Yaling didn't stand on ceremony. She sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and devoured her food in a flash, leaving Ata stunned.
This woman is so thin she's practically skin and bones. Could she have starved to death?
Qi An picked up a large roll of fatty beef, rolled it in the oil dish in front of him, and put it in his mouth, chewing it with satisfaction.
After swallowing, he took a sip of chilled osmanthus plum juice before he had time to observe the person who had come.
This woman was probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She was tall, had short, neat hair, and her features were striking and androgynous.
She's just too thin; she looks like she has hardly any flesh on her body.
She ate quickly and hurriedly, her forehead sweating from the spiciness, yet she continued to stuff large mouthfuls of food into her mouth, seemingly oblivious to the heat.
Qi An waved his hand, and the plum juice on the shelf flew over and landed next to Xu Yaling. She picked it up and drank several mouthfuls before letting out a comfortable sigh.
Qi An noticed that in just a short while, the resentment in her body had lessened slightly.
Qi An: "..."
Is hot pot really that appealing?
If she treats this girl to a few more hot pot, barbecue, and crayfish meals, will her resentment simply disappear?
Is this task going to be a work-from-home arrangement?
Xu Yaling wiped her mouth, looked up and saw the two children staring at her curiously, and blushed a little embarrassedly.
"I'm sorry, I haven't had normal food in a long time. I was rude just now."
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