Cheng Shuangqiu felt like one of those poor female supporting characters in campus youth novels who lost everything for love, or like a concubine banished to the cold palace by the emperor, and she felt sad.
Fang Ming thought to himself: The most important thing for you right now is to read less literature about the pain of youth.
"How can I prove to you how precious you are, Xiaoqiu?" Fang Ming held her and walked out slowly, "You are unique."
Every beautiful woman in Fang Ming's manor has a different background, like unique treasures collected by him in Yuehu Villa. He can easily tell the characteristics and love of the collections.
"I like to see your delicate appearance in the wheelchair, the way I hold you in my arms and can't let you break free, the way I put you on the ground and can't stand up, and... when Cheng Yixia saw your ugly appearance, you were nervous and excited lying in my arms. I remember them all in my heart and will never forget them."
Standing in a hidden corner at the staircase, Fang Ming held the girl in his arms and pointed at Cheng Yixia who was shaking dice with the mercenaries in the distance, "Maybe, I should take you back to the past so that you don't think too much?"
"Don't... I'm just imagining things. Uncle, don't do anything rash. There are so many people there... It would be so embarrassing if we were caught!"
The girl resisted weakly, pushing Fang Ming's shoulders with both hands, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.
Fang Ming smiled, feeling the silk texture of the red dress between his fingers.
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"Eighty! Eighty! Ugh! Eighty!"
Cheng Yixia shook his head and opened the lid.
She cursed inwardly and drank the large glass of wheat juice in one gulp.
Boom!
The cup hit the table, Cheng Yixia stood up, and walked away with unsteady steps.
"Xia, where are you going?"
"Let it go!"
"Oh! You are so vulgar. Maybe you should learn to be more ladylike. After all, you Easterners are more particular about this."
"Get lost!"
Cheng Yixia staggered to the bathroom corridor and saw a familiar wheelchair placed in the corner, with no one around.
"Xiao Qiu?" Although his consciousness was blurred, Cheng Yixia still shouted with all his might, and his voice echoed in the corridor.
Cheng Yixia felt a little uneasy and staggered to the end and around the corner.
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Fang Ming leaned against the wall at the corner, and Cheng Shuangqiu curled up in his arms.
When the girl heard her sister's cry, her rapid breathing stopped immediately. She didn't dare to make a sound and begged softly to Fang Ming.
"Uncle, put me down. Don't let my sister see me. I will do whatever you say~"
Fang Ming lifted the girl's sweat-soaked bangs with his fingers and comforted her softly, "She can't see it. Believe in my ability."
The surrounding fog was looming, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Cheng Shuangqiu was so nervous that cold sweats broke out, and his heart was beating fast with the rhythm.
A familiar figure walked out from the corner, and Cheng Yixia frowned and looked at the position of the two people.
At that moment, Cheng Shuangqiu almost cried and felt too ashamed to face anyone.
The next moment, the drunken woman looked up and down the corridor, then looked back at the empty wheelchair, and walked into the bathroom muttering.
"Where did Xiaoqiu go..."
Cheng Shuangqiu's stagnant heart finally started beating slowly. He found that the palms of his hands that were holding Fang Ming's clothes were covered with cold sweat. He let go awkwardly, "Uncle, please put me down."
Fang Ming held his breath and concentrated, "Let go first..."
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