Chapter 73: When he's not crazy, his voice is kind of nice...
His voice was kind of pleasant when he wasn't crazy, and he said this in an almost teasing tone, making it sound like a harmless joke.
So everyone present, except Fu Yanxiu, smiled faintly.
Lin Xicai couldn't smile and tried her best to behave appropriately.
"I'm feeling a little uncomfortable, and I don't have much of an appetite." She looked at Fu Changmin and said apologetically, "Uncle Fu, I won't eat anymore. Everyone else eat."
"You should eat well when you're sick," Fu Changmin said kindly. "Sit down, Feifei. I'll ask the kitchen to make you some porridge."
Lin Xicai couldn't refuse and was about to sit down at the table when Fu Yanxiu, who had been silent not far away, suddenly spoke softly.
"Zhong Fei, I left my watch at your house. Please help me get it."
Lin Xicai was startled and looked at Fu Yanxiu.
Fu Yanxiu stood at the side of the sofa with his hands in his pockets, saying calmly, "It should be on your coffee table. If you can't find it, ask Aunt Ping."
Fu Changmin frowned: "It's time to eat, do we have to get it at this time?"
"I'm afraid of losing it." Fu Yanxiu said lightly.
"It's lost, it's lost. A watch..."
"My mother gave it to me." said Fu Yanxiu.
Fu Changmin stopped talking, and a moment of sadness flashed across his eyes.
Lin Xicai nodded to Fu Changmin, turned around and left that terrible place.
She didn't look at Li Ci again, but his gaze was like hooks and thorns, as if piercing through her bones.
Lin Xicai jogged all the way back home, and the breath hanging in her chest finally eased a little. She felt a little exhausted from the extreme tension.
She intuitively felt that Fu Yanxiu was helping her out, but when she got home she still went to check the coffee table, and sure enough, it was empty. She asked Zhong Ping about it, and Zhong Ping was surprised to say that she had already taken it and gave it to him yesterday.
My phone rang. It was a message from Fu Yanxiu: [Don't look for it anymore. I just remembered that Aunt Ping already gave it to me.]
After a few seconds, a second message appeared, a few words: [No need to come.]
Lin Xicai felt warm in her heart, he was indeed helping her out.
Lin Xicai returned to the bedroom, kicked off her shoes, and threw herself heavily on the bed. Her heart could not calm down and she was very uneasy.
Yes, he was a guest, a bad guy in a good-looking appearance, and he could enter and leave Fu's house openly.
Even the Fu family is not absolutely safe. Lin Xicai was a little nervous and stared at the ceiling. He was afraid that except this house, no place was safe.
Lin Xicai lay on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, as if this made her feel a little safer.
She didn't want to go out, and it would be best if she didn't even leave this room.
Thinking of the look Li Ci had given her just now, Lin Xicai's mind flashed back to the scenes of that day. The strange cage he had recreated was ready, waiting to be locked in. She must not be fooled a second time, must not fall for it a second time...
The room was dark, the curtains half-drawn, and the light was dim, creating a quiet atmosphere perfect for sleep. Perhaps realizing she was safe, she lay down on the bed, her tense nerves finally relaxing a bit. Her thoughts were still wandering, but her eyelids grew heavier, and she finally fell asleep.
She seemed to have slept for a long time this time - she didn't know how long she had slept, but she kept wanting to wake up but couldn't, and she was so tired that it felt like a long time.
She slept lightly, her five senses half awakening before her body, but she couldn't open her eyes. It was like she was in a nightmare, like she was experiencing sleep paralysis.
She should have woken up, Lin Xicai thought drowsily. She could already smell the citrus scent of incense in the room. The room was very quiet, and she could even hear her own heartbeat and breathing.
breathe…….
Yes, breathe...
But why were there two breathing sounds in her room?
One belongs to her, the other...
Lin Xicai shuddered in a half-asleep state. The feeling of being stared at suddenly surged towards her from all directions, like countless vines wrapped around her ankles, wrists, waist and neck, carrying moist body temperature.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw someone sitting in the shadow at the head of the bed.
The collar of his shirt was loose and open, revealing his pale collarbone and a clear jawline. His frightening eyes were surprisingly bright in the dark, and they fell dimly on her face, seemingly calm and yet filled with hatred, like a ghost coming to take her life.
He had a faint, bitter medicinal scent that carried through the damp air into her nostrils, making her feel suffocated. Lin Xicai was practically frozen in place by her extreme shock and panic, her throat tight and barely able to utter a single sound.
As soon as she opened her mouth, her neck was grabbed by a pair of bony hands.
The hand was cold, with bluish-white knuckles. The force wasn't great, but it was enough to suppress all her emotions in the palm of her hand.
When his hand covered hers, the smell of medicine seemed stronger, choking her and making her cough.
He was about to use force, but her cough seemed to interrupt his movements, and then his palm left her neck and covered her mouth.
"Don't shout," he looked at her. "I'm just a visitor. It's not polite to scare a guest."
Lin Xicai's mind went completely blank for a moment. Then she came to her senses, pushed his hand away, sat up from the bed and stepped back a distance. "How...how did you get in?"
After saying this, Lin Xicai felt not only fear but also despair.
This is her room. Why is this person in her room? Why is even here unsafe? If even here is unsafe, where else can she hide? Where else can she hide...
This person was like a ghost, a spirit, clinging to her tightly.
She was entangled to the point where she had nowhere to hide and could hardly breathe. "Why are you here? How...how did you get in?"
"Are you afraid?" Li Ci stared at her, his face blurred in the dim shadows. "Are you afraid too? What are you afraid of? Have you done something wrong to someone?"
He paused, his thin lips opening and closing, and he slowly uttered a title, "My, monster."
As he uttered the familiar title in a similar tone, Lin Xicai's body felt like it was frozen. This scene, overlapping with that day, made her shudder.
This person will never change.
Now that he remembered it, he would definitely come to settle the score with her.
It would be the same even if it happened a thousand times. He would not let her go. As long as they were both alive, she would never be able to escape.
Lin Xicai climbed down from the bed and stumbled out of the place that made her feel suffocated. When she ran out, Zhong Ping was washing fruit in the kitchen. Seeing her strange expression, Zhong Ping frowned slightly.
"You're awake! It's just right. One of your classmates is in the living room. It seems he's a guest of the Fu family and stopped by to see you..." Zhong Ping glanced into the living room and frowned slightly when she saw no one on the sofa. "Hey? Where's he? He was sitting here just now..."
"Are you looking for me, Auntie?"
Li Ci walked out of Lin Xicai's room with a calm expression and a slight smile, "Zhong Fei just showed me around your home. You're really good at keeping it clean. It's warm and clean."
Zhong Ping had a favorable impression of this elegant and handsome young man. Knowing that he was a distinguished guest of the Fu family, she was even more amiable. She smiled and took out some washed fruit and freshly made snacks and placed them on the coffee table. "We don't have anything good to treat you at home. Try some of Auntie's snacks."
Li Ci took it politely and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
He casually took a bite of the ordinary-looking snack, his expression stunned for a moment.
Zhong Ping was also stunned when she saw his expression: "What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?"
Li Ci shook his head. "It's delicious. A very familiar taste."
He looked past Zhong Ping and landed on Lin Xicai's face. "It turns out that the food I've been eating for so long was all made by Auntie. You must have worked so hard during that time."
Lin Xicai was also looking at him, and their eyes met, forming an inexplicable confrontation.
Zhong Ping didn't really understand what he meant. She just thought he was complimenting her and smiled as she pushed the plate closer. "If you like it, eat more."
Zhong Ping was very enthusiastic towards Li Ci, but he was a boy after all. Although Zhong Ping was polite, she always sat next to him. There were always three people in the living room.
Li Ci finally got tired of playing the good guy. When Zhong Ping was looking for something with her back to him, Lin Xicai saw Li Ci casually playing with a fruit knife in his hand. He raised his chin slightly towards her, motioning her to go out.
Lin Xicai's face turned pale, and she subconsciously pulled Zhong Ping. Zhong Ping took two steps forward, confused: "What's wrong?"
Lin Xicai shook her head and looked at Li Ci, "Are you leaving? I'll take you down."
Li Ci placed the fruit knife in his hand on the coffee table. Hearing this, he smiled faintly, harmlessly and innocently: "Are you chasing me away? I was originally planning to peel an apple for Auntie."
As he spoke, he stood up and nodded politely to Zhong Ping in farewell.
Zhong Ping politely tried to persuade them to stay, saying a few pleasantries about coming back next time, and watched them leave.
There were few people in the corridor of the staff dormitory building at this time, and the silence was unsettling. Lin Xicai was walking in front and could sense a ghost-like figure behind her, damp and cold, floating towards her little by little.
The elevator door opened, and a violent force suddenly grabbed her arm. Lin Xicai was carried by the force and thrown into the elevator. A tall and straight figure was like a wall, pressing her into the corner of the elevator.
She struggled, the force on her body increasing, her bones aching.
A voice poured into her ears from top to bottom, fierce, chilling, and creepy.
"You really made me look for you."
Li Ci leaned over and stared at her, as if he wanted to eat her alive. "Run, where do you want to run to this time?"
He gritted his teeth and suddenly reached out to tear open her collar a few times. Then he looked over and saw the scar on her shoulder - the scar given by him, the only proof that those days had really existed.
His expression suddenly became dazed, and the rage and hatred in his eyes that wanted to tear her to pieces and kill her a second ago seemed to be suddenly softened by something and turned into a pool of unknown shape.
He murmured, as if talking to himself, "I knew I wouldn't admit my mistake."
"What else do you have to say?" Her chin was pinched and slightly lifted up. Li Ci forced her to look him in the eye. "Don't you have anything to say to me? You trapped me in that place, tortured me, and then kicked me away when you were done, throwing me away like garbage. What do you think of me? You even want me to forget."
Li Ci gritted his teeth, his voice so cold that it almost oozes water. "Why should I forget? Why should I forget? You provoked me first, and you still want to get away with it, Zhong Fei, you are dreaming."
Lin Xicai no longer felt fear, only numbness and fatigue that almost suffocated her.
"This is the Fu family." Her tone was uncharacteristically calm, even a reminder, "Don't mess around."
"The Fu family?" He sneered, "What kind of people are the Fu family? Are they worthy of being your support? You are always so hateful and naive."
Li Ci stood in front of her, feeling the irresistible familiar breath. His heart was still angry and he still hated her, but his body began to sink. He took a deep breath and suddenly buried his face in her neck. His heart seemed to have been wandering and burning for a long time, and finally found water when it was about to wither.
"I'm so sleepy," he said, his voice unusually soft and calm. "I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time. I really want to hold you in my arms while I sleep."
"Come home with me," he rubbed his face against her neck affectionately, as if coaxing, as if longing, "come back to our home, you will definitely like it."
Our home.
Lin Xicai had already experienced what "our home" was.
She suddenly felt very tired, a kind of desperate tiredness that was almost numb.
There are no shackles on a madman. As long as she is alive and he is alive, he will definitely come back to haunt her.
If you don't catch her on the first day, you will reach out to her on the fifteenth day.
There is no way to avoid it. There is no way to avoid it at all.
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