0023 023 Thornbird (Micro H)
She finally plunged the thorns into her chest, she knew it perfectly well, yet she still did it, she still plunged the thorns into her chest.
She agonized over this alone for too long, as if she had forgotten that she was the kind of person who did what she wanted and would do it, no matter the cost.
But this time she chickened out. After asking the question, she immediately lowered her head and covered her face with her hair. She was probably the most shameless person in the world. Who would be so shameless as to talk to their own father like that...
The walk-in closet was usually so quiet that you could hear the wind and echoes, but now it was eerily silent, with only her heavy breathing remaining. This was it; her feelings were destined to go unrequited, and she had personally destroyed their father-daughter relationship. From now on, she probably would never see him again.
A familiar hand rose up and gently brushed aside the stray hairs covering her face, but Qi Shuyao felt even more frightened.
That hand is about to slap her face any second now.
"like."
He lifted her chin with his large hand, forcing her to look him in the eye through her red-rimmed glasses.
She was stunned, unable to process the meaning of those two words. Her body, however, was as if a taut string had been released from its restraints. The string itself had not yet adapted to moving freely, remaining straight and still in its original position, calmly gazing at the other person. Her intense heartbeat also began to stabilize and return to normal.
The quiet, focused gaze lasted for a very long time, then Qi Shuyao suddenly burst into manic laughter. She released her grip on Qi Yu's collar and pounded his shoulders and chest. She had finally torn away her layers of pretense, laughter and tears mingling as she spoke, her voice bordering on madness.
"Stop pretending. Hit me, curse me, then kick me out and never see me again. No, why don't you just kill me? Throw my body on the back mountain, let it be blown by the wind, soaked in the sea, and have the rotting flesh torn apart by the crows circling overhead. I don't want to live anymore. I don't want to be alone. I'm too scared..."
She cried incoherently as she was pulled into Qi Yu's arms. The arms around her shoulders tightened, but she struggled even harder, desperately scratching her face with her hands. Several cuts on her cheeks were already bleeding. Qi Yu finally managed to hold her flailing hands, letting her sharp nails dig into his palms. Qi Shuyao couldn't listen to anything anymore, as if she had finished her final words and wanted to destroy everything. She even rammed into the clothes rack next to her. Tears blurred her vision, and in a dizzying moment, something was sucking into her mouth.
She blinked hard, her swollen eyelids opening slightly as her senses slowly returned. Only then did she see Qi Yu lower his head and rub his lips against hers.
His movements were not gentle; he kissed her round lips heavily, his actions filled with panic and trembling, even a little awkwardness. She subconsciously responded, opening her mouth and biting him back.
Only when the two are very close, having dropped their pretenses, can one see the intense emotions and layers of disguise within them.
He loved her so much, but she couldn't believe it.
"Don't lie to me, okay? I believe everything you've said."
Qi Shuyao's lips were still half-filled in Qi Yu's mouth as she mumbled her question, which carried a threatening tone.
"Of course it's true. I love this place, and I love it every single day."
He took her hand, separated a little finger, first pressed it to the spot on her chest, then poked the spot on her forehead, explaining even more earnestly than she did.
With a gentle movement, the heavy armor that had been forced onto her melted away, and a cheerful little girl ran out naked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
This time, courage and directness did not disappoint her. She received a more resolute answer, and at this moment she also remembered that she had learned all of these things from the man in front of her.
Qi Shuyao has grown up now, and her smile is sweet and charming. She has a faint dimple at the corner of her mouth that trembles slightly when she smiles, making her incredibly cute. She wiggles her dimple and rubs her fluffy head against his neck. Qi Yu follows her lead and pulls her back into his arms. He hugs her from behind, his face pressed against her cheek, and asks her a question.
"So, do you really like me?"
"I like it, you must have noticed." She straightened her curled-up legs, and a pair of small, white feet peeked out from under her skirt, playfully swaying.
"Is it because I'm a dad who likes me?"
"No, it's just... I just like it."
Compared to the uncertainty in Qi Yu's question, Qi Shuyao, though unable to explain clearly, meant that she herself couldn't figure out exactly when her feelings for him suddenly changed. However, if she were to actually say it, she wasn't very confident.
She was uncertain, but Qi Yu was even more uncertain. He was walking on knives, spending his whole life doing things he shouldn't have done. Was he determined to hold her hand and dance on the edge of a cliff, or would he rather be alone for the rest of his life and keep her sheltered in a greenhouse?
Indulge my desires; the world is in such chaos these days, how long can we possibly live?
His hand closed up and spread upwards, covering the girl's small, firm breasts. They were soft, smooth, and incredibly white.
"Do you like it when I touch you like this..."
Qi Shuyao wasn't a girl who knew nothing. Although she dared not say it or admit it, only the vibrator stuck under the bed board witnessed her desires and self-satisfaction under the covers.
When her own hands touched her own skin, it felt the same no matter where they touched. But his hands were different. They were big, hot, and rough, with many scars on his palms. He had touched her entire body when she was still a child. Now, when he touched her again, he trembled even more than she had. Most importantly, these were her father's hands, the hands that had brought her into this world and raised her with his own hands.
The little flame that she thought she had hidden well burst forth impatiently at the slightest touch, making her whole body go limp. Most of her breasts were flipped out from the neckline of her strapless dress, with her small, dark pink nipples just touching the edge, half inside and half outside, shyly shrinking back.
His rough fingertips moved quickly and touched its little face. The nipple immediately stood up and stood up. Qi Shuyao couldn't stand the teasing and buried herself in his arms, but she also bit his nipple through his shirt.
From a young age, she had always loved to cling to his nipple, even though she couldn't suck anything out, she still tried in the wrong direction. This bite brought back all her past memories, and both of them were clearly aroused. Qi Shuyao raised her hand and tore open his shirt, and Qi Yu lowered his head, this time burying his face completely in her chest.
A slight pain came from around her nipples, followed by a faint sucking sensation. Qi Shuyao's face turned so red that she almost spat out blood, but her body was enjoying it immensely. She even arched her body forward and squeezed her legs together.
She should have silenced him, but words still escaped his lips. Not only did he keep talking, but he also insisted on looking into her eyes as he spoke.
"Do you like it? What kind of liking? Tell me, it's not just a passing fancy." He put his hand on his chest again, squeezing it as he asked.
Qi Shuyao's breathing became erratic; she was completely nestled in his arms, yet unwilling to submit to his control, she stubbornly resisted with her mouth.
"You're so long-winded! I already told you I've liked you for a long time..."
They stared at each other for two seconds before Qi Yu was the first to react.
"When did you say that..."
Qi Shuyao immediately caught on; she grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and shut him up.
They both admitted that in the few seconds since they separated, their lips had missed each other. When they touched, they immediately clung to each other, their saliva swirling together in their mouths, mingling with each other's flavors.
Soon, the iron rod between the man's legs became even harder, poking her waist, and her tightly clenched legs also attracted his attention.
The slight touches through the thin hem of her skirt relieved the itch considerably. Qi Shuyao's small hands gently caressed Qi Yu's well-developed pectoral muscles, her voice barely audible.
Don't get my skirt dirty.
These words amused Qi Yu. He picked up the girl, who had slipped between his legs, and placed her back on his lap. He pulled off her tangled skirt, changed into a nightgown, and wrapped it around himself. He then placed his hands on either side of her face, face to face.
"Do you think I'm such a beast?"
"I feel terrible."
She shouted with such confidence, seemingly unafraid of being overheard. Qi Yu blushed a little at her outburst. He wrapped her in her pajamas, put her dress back on the mannequin, tidied up the tangled carpet, and then carried his now-unable-to-stand baby back to the bedroom.
She wrapped her arms and legs around his body, pressing her cheek against his. She had seen his chest and abdominal muscles during the struggle, and now her face was burning. She touched his skin, which was very smooth.
"You haven't hugged me or spent time with me in so long. As soon as you come home, you go straight to your study and don't come out until very late. You don't do any of the things you did for me when I was little. You don't love me anymore."
After being placed on the bed, she returned to her usual self, using her hands and feet to wrap the blanket around herself. After calming down from the sudden surge of emotions, what welled up was more of a sense of grievance and resentment. He had clearly said that she would always be the center of his world, but everything had been washed away by time. They were no longer the closest people to each other. Before she could even speak about many things, many people around her came over and told her that she couldn't tell her father about these things.
"This is not fair..." Tears streamed down her face.
"Don't cry, don't cry, Yao Yao, don't cry..."
Qi Yu pulled the blanket over her and crawled to her side, pulling her close and lying on his lap. He kissed away her tears with his lips. There were some things that the child was still in a stage of ignorance and confusion, but he had always been very clear about them. He had run away, he had struggled, he had been in pain, all because she was the one who always moved all his emotions. His heart beat only for her, and seeing her cry made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Yaoyao, I've never disliked you. I only love you. I don't hug you because I'm afraid I'll scare you, make you afraid of me, disgusted with me, or even leave me. I want you by my side, even if it's just like before for the rest of my life, I want to be able to look at you, even if it's just looking at you. So please don't leave me, stay by my side, and we'll go to the highest place together. Anything you want can be delivered to you, okay?"
The man's eyes truly shone as he spoke of his grand ambitions. Qi Shuyao wiped her eyes, nestled obediently in his arms, and covered his chest muscles with her small hands.
"Aren't you very tired?"
"With Yao Yao by my side, I won't feel tired."
"But why do we have to go to the highest point? We're doing just fine now."
"Only when you reach the highest and most powerful position can you take your life into your own hands and avoid living a life of being manipulated by others."
She understood this feeling; every wandering she experienced in her childhood was etched in her mind and she would never forget it. She climbed onto his waist and abdomen, looked up and kissed his chin, her mouth being scratched by his newly grown stubble.
I'm not good.
She seemed even happier than before. Qi Yu was taken aback. He casually felt a warm touch on his waist and understood. He pressed down Qi Shuyao's little head that was propped up and reached for her panties with his other hand.
"Oh my water baby, why is it so wet?"
He parted her panties with his fingers, revealing her already overflowing vulva. His fingertips were instantly wet, and he easily slid a small section of his finger into her vagina. One finger was enough to completely fill her vulva, and he couldn't put any more in. This little girl was just being stubborn; she couldn't take it after his finger was gently turned around. She started moaning softly, her sweet voice incredibly alluring. Qi Yu used all his self-control to suppress his burning desire, using only his hands. He used one finger to press against the edge of her vulva, while using two other fingers to pinch her slightly swollen clitoris. He ruthlessly rubbed her vulva. Although his fingers weren't as fast as a vibrator, the touch between their skin and the warmth of his real body gave her a greater shock to her heart and mind. She grabbed his breasts and bit his collarbone. In less than two minutes, Qi Shuyao's buttocks trembled and she convulsed violently, reaching orgasm. A trickle of fluid flowed from her vulva, wetting his abs.
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