Shang Qiyu looked at the visitor, Yishuta, and smiled faintly while holding Yili, who was struggling in pain. "So it's the traitor who's here? What? Do you think you can defeat me with your current strength? I don't have the heart to deal with you right now. I just want to take my good sister home."
…
Life is like a big virtual experience game.
Every choice you make has marked the direction of your future.
Yi Li slowly opened her eyes and saw a little boy wearing a well-fitting miniature children's suit, looking at her with a smile on his face, holding a pink teddy bear doll in his arms.
Her head hurt, and she felt dizzy as if it was stuffed with a lot of cotton. She couldn't remember anything and her whole body felt light and fluttery. But the moment she saw his face, his identity automatically emerged in her mind - her adopted brother Shang Qiyu.
"Today, Mom and Dad and I attended a business reception. On the way back, we happened to pass by a doll shop. I remembered that you liked pink stuffed bears the most. So I asked Mom and Dad to buy one for me."
Yili sat up, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, a little frizzy: "Thank you, brother."
"You're welcome. Now that you're here, you're my only sister, Shang Qiyu. Mom and Dad asked me to call you downstairs for dinner. How about I help you comb your hair?"
Shang Qiyu stuffed the doll into Yili's arms and looked at Yili with anticipation.
"I can do it myself..." Yili felt a little uncomfortable in her heart and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Shang Qiyu in front of her covered her mouth with a smile and said without denying: "I know you will definitely agree."
Yi Li: "..."
Her drowsy brain was unable to give the information she wanted, and she couldn't even control her movements. She could only watch Shang Qiyu take her to the pink dressing table, pick out a delicate pink comb from the colorful beautiful combs, and mutter to himself as he picked out his most satisfactory hairband and hairpin for her.
Yi Li looked at Shang Qiyu who was combing her hair seriously, and a piece of information finally slowly came to her mind - she seemed to be Shang Qiyu's doll.
Yili really doesn't like the feeling of being controlled by others. She longs for freedom, but now, she feels like a doll that has been deprived of everything.
Her soul was clamoring for two words - escape.
Shang Qiyu noticed that something was wrong with Yi Li and gently touched Yi Li's head: "Did you have a nightmare? If you didn't rest well, you can close your eyes and rest for a while."
Yili slowly closed his eyes, and there was even more cotton in his head.
Shang Qiyu looked up at the two warm and friendly people in the mirror, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A white dove flew across the sky. Yili looked up at the free dove. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to be a bird.
The delicious hot chocolate cocoa was placed in an exquisite white cup and gently placed by the servant on the afternoon tea table in front of Yili.
There are also exquisite and delicious strawberry cakes and snacks of other flavors in front of you.
Shang Qiyu sat opposite her, looking at her beautiful and gorgeous princess dress and impeccable twin ponytails with satisfaction. She looked like a delicate and fragile doll. No matter what he did, she would not leave him.
Yi Li naturally felt Shang Qiyu's unbearable desire for control these days. Unfortunately, apart from feeling uncomfortable and nauseous, she was unable to resist.
She hated this feeling very much.
"What are you looking at?"
Shang Qiyu asked her with a smile.
She didn't really want to answer Shang Qiyu, who had such a bad taste at such a young age, but she couldn't help but say, "I want to see the white dove that just flew by."
"Do you like white doves?" Shang Qiyu asked with a smile. The cup in his hand suddenly exploded. Fortunately, the hot cocoa inside had been drunk by Shang Qiyu.
The servant waiting nearby immediately handled everything as quickly as possible.
Shang Qiyu picked up her phone as if nothing had happened, looked at Yi Li, and said with a smile, "Catch the white dove that just flew over and give it to Miss Yi Li to play with."
"Need not."
For the first time, Yili resisted. She looked at Shang Qiyu and said, "I don't need it."
She didn't want the white dove to become another her.
"Why not? Didn't you enjoy it just now?"
Shang Qiyu was a little confused.
"I don't like it."
For the first time, Yili had the thought of escaping from here.
She doesn't want to be a canary, she wants to be a free white dove.
She hated Shang Qiyu's tiring and oppressive control, hated her body that could not resist, and hated everything here.
"Then kill him. He's a useless thing with no reason to exist."
Shang Qiyu said with a smile, tilting her head and looking at Yi Li, whose face was pale and she looked bewildered: "What's wrong? Why do you look so ugly?"
"I said, I don't need white pigeons, and you don't have to kill them..."
I don’t know if Shang Qiyu did it on purpose, but a gunshot was heard not far away, and Yili felt his heart skip a beat at this moment.
In less than a moment, a strong man came to Shang Qiyu carrying a smoking hunting rifle and holding a blood-covered white dove.
"Master, the pigeon has been killed."
Snap!
Yili threw the hot cocoa in front of him to the ground and looked at Shang Qiyu angrily: "What do you mean by this? Shang Qiyu!"
Shang Qiyu was not at all annoyed by Yili's disrespect to him. Instead, he said patiently, "Yili, I am your brother. You should call me brother."
This was the first time Yi Li lost control like this. She wanted to strangle Shang Qiyu, who was not showing any impatience at all.
She wants to leave here.
Even death.
Yi Li had this thought in his mind.
Shang Qiyu waved his hand, and the strong man immediately retreated with the bloody white dove.
Shang Qiyu left his seat and walked in front of Yili, gently touching the trembling Yili: "I am your brother. Everything I do is for your own good, isn't it? I love you so much, how can you bear to treat your brother like this, my dear sister."
Yili didn't know why, but he felt the emotions in his heart gradually fade away, and his brain, which was clear because of anger, also became chaotic.
She doesn't want to be like this.
But she had no room to resist.
Slowly closed his eyes.
A tear rolled down the corner of her eye.
Shang Qiyu felt a sharp pain in his heart for some unknown reason.
He wiped away the tear with his hand with pity: "You should have been mine, sister."
The next second, red blood flowed from the corner of Shang Qiyu's mouth.
She was still resisting her own will.
…
Yishuta looked at Shang Qiyu in front of him and was furious: "I say it again, let Yili go."
"I am her brother. Even if I die, I will not hand her over to you."
The gauze on Shang Qiyu's face was damaged a lot during the fight with Ishtar, revealing hideous and disgusting burns.
(End of this chapter)
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