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Hearing Zhou Min's crazy words that almost implied self-sacrifice, Zhou Qiting simply raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "I understand."
In her eyes, what Zhou Min said now, "You can do whatever you want to me", only meant that Zhou Min was willing to become her plaything and let her manipulate him like a puppet.
But isn't this the result she wanted? Why can't she feel a bit happy at this moment?
Or is she still hoping that the man who has deceived her time and again will give his true heart to her?
Thinking of this, Zhou Yiting didn't want to look at this liar any longer. She wanted to look away in frustration, but she caught a glimpse of some scars faintly visible on the collar of her newly changed clean pajamas, which made her feel even more upset.
Zhou Min saw Zhou Qiting's face suddenly turn gloomy, and following her gaze towards him, he immediately realized that she must be thinking about the story he had made up to deceive her before.
If Zhou Yiting knew that she was actually a victim and had been misunderstood all along, would she feel sad about it?
That story was actually mixed with a lot of his own subjective emotions, and Zhou Min only realized it later. Although he said he didn't blame anyone at the time, deep down in his heart he might have always been resentful of Zhou Qiting because of this incident.
It is almost equivalent to innuendo, which is really hurtful and despicable.
Recalling the red eyes of Zhou Qiting, Zhou Min felt a sharp pain in his heart. His slightly open lips were tightly pursed again, and in the end he couldn't say anything.
She raised her hands to hold her collar, trying to hide her shameful past.
"let go."
Zhou Min's fingertips trembled slightly when he heard that. After a moment's pause, he clenched his hands even tighter.
"Have you forgotten what you just said?"
Zhou Min looked at Zhou Qiting again. Her long eyelashes slightly covered her dark pupils, making her eyes even deeper.
He roughly knew the reason why Zhou Qiting asked him to let go, but he couldn't guess what she was going to do next. Zhou Min used the tip of his teeth to bite a bit of the soft flesh on the inner wall of her mouth in distress, and gently bit it left and right. After hesitating for a moment, he obediently let go of the wrinkled collar.
Zhou Qiting continued to order: "Unbutton all your clothes."
Zhou Min's pupils trembled, and his brain worked rapidly to think of a response strategy. Suddenly, an idea came to him.
She first turned her head and looked at the white sky outside the window, as if to confirm the time, then lowered her eyes to her collar, slowly raised her hands, her fingertips hovering on the buttons, and hesitated without moving any further.
Finally, she lifted her eyelids and looked at Zhou Yiting timidly with her watery eyes, looking embarrassed.
It's so early in the morning, and Bai Rixuan's thing doesn't seem right, right?
Zhou Min's series of movements fell into Zhou Qiting's eyes frame by frame. She sneered, ignoring the seemingly shy but actually accusing look, and emphasized again: "Untie it."
The tone was still irresistible. Zhou Min saw that his performance was ineffective and immediately became discouraged. He resigned himself to carrying out the order.
As the flat round buttons slipped out of the buttonholes one by one, the fabric on the lapels began to slide down from the collar, like lifting a curtain, revealing the hideous scars all over the body again.
If Zhou Min's short life were condensed into a book, these scars would be her index, each pointing to an unspeakable past.
Zhou Qiting's gaze fell on the bullet scar on Zhou Min's side. Unlike the paleness of other parts of his body, it was covered with a layer of new, pink skin.
She still remembered the day she brought Zhou Min back. The star-shaped wound was still red, swollen and oozing, like a gorgeous flower blooming on a withering life.
Just one gunshot wound nearly killed Zhou Min, so what about the others? How did she survive all these dangers?
"So, how did these injuries come about?" Zhou Yiting did not touch them, but once again scanned every scar on her body with an unclear gaze.
It was a familiar scene, the difference was that Zhou Min was not tied up this time, but he still couldn't resist the real gaze sweeping over him. His heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, and blood rushed uncontrollably. Soon, his pale skin was covered with a shy pink.
She wanted to respond to this difficult question with silence, but her increasingly unstable breathing revealed her embarrassment. After weighing the two options, she decided to speak.
She honestly explained the origins of the scars one by one, but when she touched her body with her fingertips, she skipped over the things she didn't want to talk about.
"This was the first time I took out a target, I accidentally got scratched; this was the second time I was on a mission... This was the time I was shot during a gunfight with the target; this was the time I was accidentally stabbed after we had used up all our bullets..."
Every word Zhou Min said lightly meant at least one life had been lost.
She revealed her ugly side and presented herself naked in front of Zhou Yiting.
Look, this is what I am, sinful and cruel.
Zhou Qiting's eyes were cold as she looked at everything along Zhou Min's fingertips, and listened to her talk about her past sins without saying a word.
Zhou Qiting spoke only when the last syllable of Zhou Min's words trembled and dissipated in the air.
"Have you said everything you wanted to say?"
Zhou Min's tongue tip pressed against his palate, and his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word. So he closed his loose lapels again without looking up at Zhou Qiting's expression.
After another period of silence, Zhou Qiting got up and left, leaving Zhou Min alone lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
In fact, it seemed like she had a lot more to say, but the lies and the truth were tangled and stuck in her throat, and she didn't know which one would come out first when she opened her mouth.
The overflowing sorrow was finally released with a long sigh, leaving layers of bitter aftermath in the room.
After an unknown amount of time, a knock on the door woke Zhou Min from her depressed mood. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the door, only to find that it was a servant who came in.
She followed the servant's gaze to the infusion bottle hanging beside the bed, only to find that the liquid inside had been used up and the liquid level was slowly decreasing along the infusion tube.
After the servant helped her remove the needle, she thanked him and then heard the servant suggest that she go out for a walk more often and get some sun.
Zhou Min was a bit surprised. After all, after she was captured, her only space to move around was this room and the balcony outside the window. She had initially tried to open the door to see what was outside, but before she could fully open it, she was so frightened by the group of bodyguards guarding the door that she slammed it shut.
Although it is said that every failure makes one wiser, there are some "failures" that are completely unnecessary to try, such as the guns worn by bodyguards on their waists.
So, shortly after the servant left, she came to the door doubtfully, put her hand on the doorknob, turned it gently, and pulled it open little by little.
The scene outside the door was much better than before. At least the group of bodyguards were no longer guarding the door, but were scattered in the distance. When they noticed the movement here, they all looked over here.
Is there any difference? Zhou Min closed the door sullenly, returned to the bed, and slumped down on the bed like a deflated balloon, burying his face in the pillow.
I wonder what Zhou Qiting is doing now? When she just woke up, she looked very tired. Maybe she went to rest?
Has she not had a good rest for a long time?
Zhou Min was not sure how long he had been unconscious, but judging from the fact that he was locked in the small dark room in the early morning and woke up in the early morning, at least twenty-four hours must have passed.
Combined with her understanding of her own body, this coma should not last more than twelve hours.
But if it was only twelve hours without rest, Zhou Qiting shouldn't be that tired.
As Zhou Min calculated, his brow furrowed further and further. Could it be that Zhou Qiting hadn't rested at all during the time he'd been in solitary confinement? Or even longer?
Thinking of this, Zhou Min suddenly turned over and sat up from the bed, staring fixedly at the surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling.
Could it be that Zhou Qiting is still looking at her?
In order to confirm her guess, Zhou Min just looked up at the camera without blinking, and the natural light in the room reflected a sparkling light in her eyes.
Five minutes, ten minutes... half an hour passed, and there was a sudden knock on the door. After the door was pushed open, a team of bodyguards came in one after another, politely "inviting" Zhou Min to go out and bask in the sun, asking her not to stay indoors all day.
Ha, I knew it.
Under the watchful eyes of the bodyguards, Zhou Min got up from the bed, stretched, went to the bathroom to change into the casual clothes prepared by the servants, and then slowly walked out of the room.
When she reached the stairs, she looked up and found that there were several familiar-looking bodyguards stationed at the corner of the second and third floors. When they saw her passing by, their backs straightened slightly, as if they were on guard against her.
Maybe they were afraid that she would suddenly attack and kidnap their Miss Zhou again?
Fortunately, he hadn't kidnapped Zhou Qiting and didn't cause them to lose their jobs. Thinking of this, Zhou Min pinched his earlobe a little embarrassedly, looked away, and walked downstairs.
Although the morning sun was not scorching, it was dazzling enough. Zhou Min squinted his eyes, stepped out of the shadow cast by the building, bathed in the warmth pouring down, and felt the warmth gently seeping into his skin.
The gentle wind blew through her hair. She raised her hand to smooth the messy hair on her cheek behind her ear. Suddenly, as if she felt something, she turned around and looked up at the third floor of the villa behind her.
Through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, she saw that the gauze curtains behind the window seemed to be blown by the wind, like wrinkled water surface, causing slight ripples.
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