Chapter 63 Can You...Hug Me
Meng Shiyi stood behind him, everything around her fell silent, and only his pleasant and bewitching voice remained in her ears.
Just like in the second year of junior high school, she ran back with all her might, but suddenly bumped into He Xilou's arms.
Memories quietly flow back, and the dark and cold He Xilou of the past gradually overlaps with the ruffian and wanton He Xilou of today.
Once again, he stirred up a violent storm in her heart and ignited brilliant sparks in her soul...
Zhou Changyuan stopped chasing and saw He Xilou standing in front of Meng Shiyi, pretending to be serious:
"He Xilou? I advise you to stop interfering. Schoolmate Meng and I have known each other for a long time. She is drunk and unconscious now. I just sent her back to school. Who knew she would react so strongly?"
He Xilou stood before him expressionlessly, looking down at him with a sinister and cold gaze, and suddenly sneered:
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
The next second, He Xilou pressed his head down and slammed it hard against the wall of the corridor. His movements were swift and decisive without any delay.
"Bang——"
Zhou Changyuan hit the wall, his head was splitting, he was unable to fight back, and blood was flowing from his nose.
He shouted, "He Xilou, I haven't done anything to her yet! Even if you call the police, it's useless!!"
He did this perfectly, he didn't use any drugs and he didn't touch any girls. Even if the police came, they couldn't do anything to him. Even if they killed him, they would just send the female classmate back to school. The law can't do anything to him at all!
But He Xilou looked at him disdainfully and did not stop, smashing his head hard against the hard and cold wall.
There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he was not afraid of anything and was fearless, like a cold and poisonous snake, without any emotion.
As a man, Zhou Changyuan keenly smelled a hint of unusual smell.
It seems that He Xilou's feelings towards Meng Shiyi are probably...
Zhou Changyuan endured the severe pain, leaned close to He Xilou's ear, and begged:
"Brother, stop, stop hitting me... What's there to be angry about? At worst, you can play with her with me. It's not impossible for the three of us..."
As soon as the words fell.
He Xilou suddenly grabbed his neck tightly and beat him harder, again and again. One could even clearly hear the sound of Zhou Changyuan's bones "cracking".
"court death?"
He Xilou clearly had no expression on his face, but this look made him seem even more brutal and crazy.
"Ah!!!" Zhou Changyuan held his head in pain and roared, "There are surveillance cameras here, and you dared to hit me? How dare you!"
I thought He Xilou would be concerned about the surveillance and restrain himself.
Unexpectedly, He Xilou kicked him to the ground. His hair covered the intense emotions in his eyes, and he laughed wantonly and viciously:
"Surveillance? Sorry, here—"
"I have the final say."
After saying that, He Xilou slowly raised his foot and crushed the other person, causing Zhou Changyuan to cry miserably in pain...
After He Xilou dealt with Zhou Changyuan, he took Meng Shiyi into the lounge next door.
He lowered his eyes slightly and stared at Meng Shiyi quietly.
Meng Shiyi had bitten her lip, with a little blood on it. Her eyes were also slightly flushed. Her hair on her forehead was a little messy. Her fingers were still nervously tugging at the corner of her clothes. She looked cramped and nervous.
But she still stubbornly didn't cry.
Like willow branches in spring, they are gentle and soft, but their "softness" does not lose their resilience and strength.
The depths of He Xilou's chest collapsed quietly, and he couldn't help but want to raise his hand and touch her head.
Meng Shiyi shrank her neck back, subconsciously avoiding him, with vigilance and fear in her eyes.
He Xilou's Adam's apple rolled and his voice was deep: "It's me."
Meng Shiyi's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and her mind was still not clear. It took her a while to react before she quietly took a small step towards him.
Her eyes were filled with mist as she looked at him eagerly. She asked in a soft and slow voice:
"Can you, can you..."
"What about me?"
Meng Shiyi bit her lip, her tone cautious, her eyes filled with a hint of grievance and expectation: "Can you... hug me?"
She didn't know whether the request she made was excessive or unreasonable.
But now she really wanted to hug He Xilou, wanted to continue to bury herself in his arms, wanted to be closer to him, closer...
Before she could react.
He Xilou directly took her into his arms, and his large, hot palms gently fell on her back, almost holding her tightly.
The man chuckled, his lazy voice overflowing from his chest, his voice deliberately low and tender:
"Okay, I'll hold you."
Meng Shiyi was stunned for a moment, burying her little face in his solid and broad chest. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed her head against him with satisfaction, feeling the long-lost warmth and peace of mind.
He Xilou lowered his head and stared at the furry head in front of him.
It was like a small animal seeking comfort, acting softly and cutely towards him.
So cute.
He Xilou patted her back patiently, and after a long while, he gradually distanced himself from her.
I finally thought I had comforted the little girl.
Unexpectedly, Meng Shiyi's eyes became even redder, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were suddenly filled with a layer of mist, wet. After a while, two drops of clear tears slid down from her eyes, crystal clear.
He Xilou raised his hand, pressed his rough thumb on her soft white face, wiped away her tears, and said with a smile:
"Why are you still crying?"
Meng Shiyi's eyes were empty, and her tone was particularly lost. She murmured, "It's gone..."
He Xilou wiped her tears and asked, "What's missing?"
Meng Shiyi's thick and curled eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and several sparkling tears fell.
She pointed at her empty left wrist, lowered her head in sadness, and sobbed softly:
"The bracelet, my bunny bracelet...is gone."
This is the bracelet He Xilou gave her.
It is a very, very precious gift.
The more Meng Shiyi spoke, the harder she cried.
She tried to hold back her tears, her eyes filled with tears, the whole world became blurry, and finally the tears fell "pat ppat".
"It's my fault..."
Meng Shiyi's nose was red, and she choked twice, her tone full of self-blame:
"I lost it... I loved it so much, how could I lose it?"
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