"Sir," Mei Ya walked over and sat next to Gu Changlin. She was about to take the pestle from Gu Changlin's hand, "Let me help you."
"I can do it myself," Gu Changlin shook his head. He looked at Meiya from the side, his eyes showing pity and helplessness. He said nothing. He turned his head away and continued to pound the medicine a few times, then put down the pestle. Finally, he turned his head again and said to Meiya in a low voice, "Girl. Come in quickly."
Mei Ya didn't want to go in at all. She used to stay in this sweet place and didn't want to leave, but now she didn't want to go in at all, even though she knew Zhong Mingwei was waiting for her inside. She also knew that Zhong Mingwei had been worried all day. But she just didn't want to go in. She really didn't want to go in at all.
"Girl, be obedient." Gu Changlin looked at Meiya's face and lowered his voice. "Mingwei was so anxious that he didn't eat all day. If you don't go in, do you want to kill him?"
Meiya couldn't help but feel a sore nose after hearing this, but she stopped being stubborn and stood up to walk towards the bedroom. However, when she reached the bedroom door, she stopped again. She took a deep breath, tried to suppress the grievance and sadness in her heart, and then gently opened the door.
"Oh!" Gu Changlin looked at the closed door and couldn't help but sigh.
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"I'm back..." Mei Ya just opened her mouth, and before she finished her sentence, she noticed something was wrong in the room. There were broken porcelain pieces all over the floor, from one end to the other, and even in front of her, there were several pieces lying. Mei Ya was startled, then she turned her head to look at the table, and sure enough, the pile of dishes that were originally placed on it were gone. Then she looked at the man on the kang, who was looking at her angrily. Mei Ya couldn't suppress the anger in her heart. She took two steps forward, stared at Zhong Mingwei, and growled, "Are you sick!"
The next second, those angry eyes suddenly dimmed, like two lanterns that were suddenly blown out. Zhong Mingwei looked up at Mei Ya, his lips trembling, and the sound he made was indescribably unpleasant and weird: "Yes, I am sick."
Mei Ya couldn't bear to see him like this. Even though she had resentment and hatred towards him in her heart, she couldn't get angry at this haggard and gray face. She walked over, sat on the edge of the kang, and reached out to hold Zhong Mingwei's hand: "I didn't mean anything else, I just said it casually..."
"You're right! I'm sick!" Zhong Mingwei suddenly interrupted Mei Ya's words. He shook off Mei Ya's hand and pointed at his own face with trembling fingers, "I'm sick! I am sick!"
"You...what's wrong with you?" Mei Ya was frightened. Zhong Mingwei had never had such a crazy and distorted expression before. For a moment, she could not say anything except staring at that face in a daze.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" Zhong Mingwei was still shaking. He raised his hand and overturned the small table on the kang. Not satisfied yet, he kicked the quilt and said viciously, "What can I do? I'm just sick! Sick!"
"Don't do this..." Mei Ya's eyes turned red with anxiety.
She didn't know how she had irritated Zhong Mingwei, nor did she know why Zhong Mingwei suddenly became a different person today. She was really scared and wanted to grab Zhong Mingwei, but she didn't dare. Not only did she not dare, she stepped back. Perhaps this action irritated Zhong Mingwei again, and Zhong Mingwei kicked the quilt and pillow to the ground.
"Go! Go!" Zhong Mingwei stared at Mei Ya, his eyes were bloodshot and scary. There was nothing left on the kang that could be thrown, so he just sat on the kang, masturbating violently while staring at Mei Ya, "I'm sick anyway! You won't want me anyway!"
"Mingwei!" Meiya's heart was broken when she heard his words. She didn't care about being afraid anymore. She quickly walked to Zhong Mingwei and hugged him tightly. She hugged him tightly, her face against his, feeling the heat and trembling coming from his body. When she spoke again, Meiya's voice was already filled with tears, "Mingwei, how could I not want you? Mingwei, I'm afraid that you won't want me. Mingwei, I'm really afraid that you won't want me..."
The crazy eyes gradually became clear amid the girl's sobs. Zhong Mingwei's lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He just stretched out his hands and hugged Mei Ya tightly. The sobs coming from his ears were like whips, lashing him again and again. He hugged Mei Ya even tighter: "Girl, I'm a bastard, I scared you, girl, I'm a bastard, don't cry, stop crying..."
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