Chapter 57 Should I collect some interest from you?
"Hurry up, if you don't go, I'll send your brother instead. Anyway, your brother looks a lot like you and is a bit younger. I heard that coal mine owner isn't that picky, so sending your brother will be just as good!"
"Sister, sister, I don't want to go, sister, save me..."
Living in modern times, besides the Dragon God, her only source of warmth is her younger brother, who is six years younger than her, loves to cling to her, and always thinks of her first when there's something good.
She looked at the little boy who was already being tied up with ropes by the man, and said blankly, "I'll go."
She only remembered bits and pieces of what happened after that.
She changed into an adorable little dress that she had never worn or touched before, and her biological father personally escorted her into a room that looked spacious but was like a cage.
The coal mine owner was fat and had a pockmarked face. His lewd gaze made the little girl want to vomit.
She didn't know what he was going to do to her, but she felt extremely disgusted when he was rubbing against her like a pig and trying to tear off her clothes.
Then, without realizing it, she clenched her right hand into a fist and, with the fruit knife she had secretly hidden in her palm, just like she used to do when she helped her father kill fish, slit the coal boss's throat. The disgusting, warm blood splattered all over her face, even her eyes were not spared.
Through the blood-red blur of her vision, she watched as the coal boss crawled frantically on the ground like a dying fish, trying to call for help.
But his throat had been slit, and all he could shout out were painful "ah ah" sounds.
She stared blankly at her blood-stained hands and her half-torn clothes, unsure whether she had done something right or wrong.
After that, she became extremely sensitive and disgusted by being touched by men.
It wasn't until she came into this world that she escaped those nightmarish, subconscious reactions. And now, she can finally hold the person she longs to embrace in her arms.
"Cangcang... I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep."
A whole day and a night passed in the virtual arena, and it was just evening in reality.
Ao Cang noticed that something was wrong with her mood, but he didn't refuse her and let her hug him and get into bed.
In the past, it always seemed like she was the one burying his head in her arms, but today, for some reason, things were different.
Qiao Mei, a person who has always been very strong, curled up like a baby at this moment, burying her head deep in Ao Cang's arms, like an asthma patient, desperately sniffing in his arms, as if at this moment, Ao Cang was the salbutamol aerosol that could cure her illness.
Ao Cang sensed her abnormality, lowered his golden dragon eyes to look at her still slightly trembling body, his expression complicated, and a feeling of heartache arose in his eyes.
He used his divine power to enlarge his shrunken body to the size of an eighteen-year-old boy so that he could properly hold Qiao Mei in his arms. Only then did he pick her up, attempting to use his warm embrace to clothe her in an indestructible armor.
But that wasn't enough for him. He trembled his thick, raven-feather-like eyelashes and made another move.
His silver-white, shoulder-length curly hair intertwined with Qiao Mei's long, black curly hair as he bent his head, making them indistinguishable.
Within his golden dragon eyes, the reflection of the girl's beautiful face drew ever closer.
He only stopped when he got close enough that Qiao Mei could feel his breath on her face, making her feel a little itchy. He awkwardly rubbed his forehead against hers, his earlobes burning red, and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "An'an, don't be sad anymore..."
The Dragon God didn't know the reason for Qiao Mei's sadness, but he was still willing to comfort her without knowing it.
Qiao Mei looked into the pair of golden eyes filled with concern in front of her, and at his body that had suddenly returned to its normal size. The soreness that had been welling up in her nose suddenly dissipated at this moment, for some reason.
As if she had guessed why he did this, she smiled and her red eyes crinkled. She nuzzled Ao Cang's forehead, not denying that she was in a bad mood, and mumbled an "Mmm".
Then, her gaze fixed on his face, now free of baby fat, she licked her slightly dry lips and asked, "Cangcang, I... I can..."
The girl's gaze became somewhat intense, landing on Ao Cang's face and making the redness at the base of his ears even more pronounced.
He wasn't unfamiliar with the way she looked at him. Recalling what she did after staring at him with a similar look for a while, he bit his lip, closed his eyes, and kissed Qiao Mei on the cheek.
"Pop~"
He kissed her so hard that when his lips left Qiao Mei's skin, there was a distinct wet sound, which startled both of them.
The Dragon God had never been so embarrassed before. He was stunned for a while. When the girl in front of him showed a look of amusement in her red eyes, he hurriedly tried to bury his head in Qiao Mei's arms, his face turning bright red.
But Qiao Mei didn't give him a chance to dodge. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and kneaded his chubby face like dough, asking him, "What are you thinking about that you shouldn't be thinking? I actually wanted to ask if I could rub your face. Why did you just kiss me like that?"
She did consider asking Ao Cang for a chance to kiss him on the cheek, but she was afraid that saying so would scare him, so she had to give up the idea.
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