Chapter 183 If You Don’t Fall in Love, You’ll Fail
Xie Fei gently placed her on the bed, and then pressed his body on top of her, holding her in his arms with both hands. He whispered in her ear with a slightly hoarse voice and some urgency: "Weiwei, Weiwei... give me a baby."
As he said that, he opened his mouth and bit her earlobe, rubbing it gently with his teeth.
Lin Zhiwei's ears felt hot and he couldn't help but hum twice. Only then did Xie Fei let go with a smile.
Then his hot lips slowly moved to her cheeks and chin...leaving deep and shallow kisses.
While kissing her face, he gently rubbed her eyebrows, nose tip and red lips with his fingers.
His fingertips seemed to carry burning flames. The scorching temperature from his fingertips made Lin Zhiwei lose consciousness for a moment, and his cheeks and ears slowly became hot with his breathing.
After a while, Xie Fei lowered his head and placed his hands on her lips, rubbing them gently at first, and then taking the initiative to sip on them.
Lin Zhiwei's body couldn't stop shaking, and his pounding heart felt inexplicably numb.
The hands that she held on Xie Fei's collar unconsciously tightened. As their lips and tongues swirled, she couldn't help but hug him tighter: "Xie Fei... I..."
The temperature in the room gradually rose as their lips and tongues played passionately with each other.
Xie Fei kissed her slightly swollen lips and asked vaguely: "Hmm? What's wrong?"
"I don't regret it..." Lin Zhiwei said in a low voice with a blushing face, then she put her arms around the back of his neck and tilted her neck back to find his lips.
Xie Fei's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his black eyes were deep.
The girl he liked looked at him shyly. He, who was always calm, became a little nervous. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and said in a solemn and low voice: "I will never let you down."
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned over and gave her a passionate kiss.
He kissed her while he pulled his hands away to take off his clothes.
His fingers deftly slid across the buttons of his pajamas, then he slid open the drawer of the bedside table in the dark and fumbled around inside.
Seeing that he was absent-minded, Lin Zhiwei poked him in dissatisfaction: "What are you looking for?"
"Condom..." Xie Fei chuckled, then took out a condom and tore it open with his mouth.
Lin Zhiwei looked at him with blurry eyes, poked his chest, and said sourly: "Are you always ready for this?"
"Prepare it for you." Xie Fei smiled softly, holding her face, biting her lips and rubbing them gently, the tip of his tongue against her teeth, teasing her everywhere, and murmured vaguely, "Just in case."
Lin Zhiwei was aroused by his arousal, and she raised her head and kissed him on the lips.
However, she surrendered the next moment, and was swept away by the enemy, and could only obediently let them do whatever they wanted.
In the silent night, a little hoarse sound came from the room, and the moon outside the window was so shy that it hid in the arms of the clouds.
…
After the incident, Lin Zhiwei was so tired that she didn't want to move at all. She just nestled in Xie Fei's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Xie Fei half-lay down with one hand behind his head, looking at her. The dim light from the bedside table shone on his face, making his somewhat cold eyes unconsciously soften.
With a light chuckle, he reached out to turn off the light and go to sleep, but unexpectedly he caught sight of Zhao Yiming's hair that he had tucked away earlier. He guessed that it had just been accidentally turned out.
Xie Fei paused, then took the hair. After a while, he looked at the peaceful sleeping face in his arms again.
The reason why she was so proactive tonight might be because of Zhao Yiming.
What deep hatred exists between them?
Thinking of this, Xie Fei lost all desire to sleep. He took out his phone to check the time and decided to use time travel tonight.
After performing a magic trick to make Lin Zhiwei fall into a deep sleep, Xie Fei got up and went to the living room holding Zhao Yiming's hair. After sitting on the sofa, he closed his eyes and began to cast a spell, using his hair as a medium to go back through the long river of time and returned to three years ago...
But in the blink of an eye, when Xie Fei opened his eyes again, he found himself floating above a dark and damp house.
He lowered his head and saw a teenage boy curled up on a tattered wooden bed, covered with a thin mattress that smelled moldy.
The boy was very thin, and looked very different from the Zhao Yiming that Xie Fei had in mind. However, upon closer inspection, there were some similarities.
The reason he confirmed that the boy was Zhao Yiming was because he used his hair as a medium, so he had to stay by his side during the time travel.
However, you can leave for a while, as long as you come back within half an hour.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the door was opened with a bang. An old woman in her fifties walked in. Seeing Zhao Yiming still sleeping, she immediately started to curse: "You dead boy, you really think you are the young master of the Zhao family. You are an illegitimate child! Now that your mother is dead, the Zhao family doesn't want you. If it weren't for the fact that your mother is my daughter after all and the Zhao family is willing to pay child support, I wouldn't want to care about you!"
"Now you eat my food, wear my clothes and live in my house, and you still want to throw away your hands and become a rich young master? I'm telling you, it's impossible! Hurry up and boil water, cook, and feed the pigs. Only after you finish these, you can go to school..."
Suddenly, a woman came in from outside the door. She looked to be in her thirties, with a pointed mouth and round face, and a mean look: "Mom, if you ask me, why should he go to school? Let my Dongzi go instead--"
Hearing this, Zhao Yiming, who had been getting up and dressing silently, suddenly glared at him fiercely. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "I want to go to school!"
The two men were shocked. The old woman had always disliked this grandson because his family was laughed at by the villagers for being shameless, his daughter was a mistress and had a child out of wedlock, making the whole family unable to hold their heads up. But letting the child go to school was my daughter's last wish. Besides, the child has a very stubborn temper. If he is really not allowed to go to school, he might just run away. Then the child support given by the Zhao family...
Thinking of this, the old woman spat at the woman and said, "You are short-sighted. Mingzi has decided to study. Don't say anything more."
It was already past seven o'clock when he finished his work. Zhao Yiming grabbed two handfuls of cold rice, kneaded them into a ball, ate it, and ran to school.
There was only one high school in the town, so no matter how hard he tried, he was still late when he arrived at the school. Because it was the first day of school, the class was introducing themselves, and as a result, several different small groups had already formed.
When Zhao Yiming was with his mother, he was often laughed at as a bastard, so he has always been dull. When he suddenly walked into the lively classroom, he felt a little restrained and uncomfortable.
Half-forced by the teacher, he stood on the podium somewhat humbly and timidly, stammered and whispered his name, and then didn't know what to say, and then left the podium amid laughter.
Zhao Yiming sat alone in the corner. When the class was over, he stood up to salute the teacher and was about to sit down, but his chair was kicked away by the boy next to him. He didn't react and fell to the ground with his butt. The classroom was immediately filled with laughter.
It seemed as if he had naturally become the target of bullying by the whole class.
At first, it was just some minor pranks, like throwing his things around to tease him, throwing paper balls at him during class, always asking him to help with cleaning after school, spreading rumors that he had body odor and hadn't taken a shower for a month, and then turning their heads away and covering their noses in disgust when they saw him. Everyone also avoided his seat as if he had some plague.
Zhao Yiming endured all these things silently. He had been living like this since he was a child because of his status as an illegitimate child.
Besides, what else could he do even if he couldn't bear it? His loving mother was no longer alive, he couldn't rely on the Zhao family, and he couldn't even think about his nominal grandmother and other relatives. It was good enough that they didn't add insult to injury.
However, he didn't know that all this would change after Teachers' Day.
In the class meeting a few days before Teacher's Day, the head teacher used various means and words to ask everyone to give her gifts, either explicitly or implicitly. So on Teacher's Day, all the classmates prepared various gifts for the teachers, except Zhao Yiming who gave two cold rice balls.
Amid the sneers and mockery of his classmates, the head teacher smashed two rice balls on Zhao Yiming's head. After class, the classmates, led by the troublemaker Yang Junhui, started the first beating and scolding on him. His body was covered with bruises amid the laughter.
From then on, with the intentional or unintentional encouragement of the class teacher, the whole class tacitly intensified the means of teasing Zhao Yiming.
For example, they smeared 502 glue on his stool, stuffed mud and bugs into his rice balls, threw his books, pens, schoolbags and other things into the trash can, drew all kinds of disgusting things on his homework books, and even stepped on and tore them up. Finally, they falsely accused him of stealing other people's pocket money, and blocked him in a corner after class every day to force him to pay back the money. If he didn't come out, they would start beating and scolding him.
That wasn’t enough. He was bullied every day at school and beaten and scolded when he got home because his clothes were always torn after only a few days of wearing them.
At this time, all he could hear was scolding, and he was even beaten with a cane by his grandmother.
"Why do they bully you instead of others? It's because you did something wrong!"
"It's normal for someone to hit you, and you're still feeling wronged. Who told you to steal other people's money? Tomorrow you should go and apologize to them obediently until they forgive you. As for the money, you should find a way to pay it back."
"You're still arguing that you didn't steal it. Your teacher called us and told us about it. Children without parents are just...tsk tsk."
"You really bring shame to our family. You are responsible for all the good things and all the bad things!"
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It was under such circumstances that Zhao Yiming and Lin Zhiwei met.
After school that day, Zhao Yiming was dragged to the corner of the men's restroom by Yang Junhui and his gang. His schoolbag was thrown aside, his face was covered with bruises, and his whole body was wet. These were splashed when he was pressed into the pool full of water and struggled uncontrollably.
Yang Junhui took out a pair of folding scissors, a lighter and a few steel brushes from his younger brother's schoolbag and distributed them to the people behind him. Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Zhao Yiming: "You are lucky, kid. Today, a beautiful lady will help you cut your hair and bathe you."
Just at this time, three girls came over from a distance, and behind them there was another girl being pulled by several people - it was Lin Zhiwei.
"Junhui, why don't you wait for us to start?" The girl with ponytail ran to Yang Junhui, pulled his hand and complained, "Are we late? Is it over already?"
"How can we not wait for my Xinxin? We have just started!" Yang Junhui said with a smile.
"Ah, it's already started. It's all Zhiwei's fault that we missed the good show at the beginning!" The leading female student snorted in dissatisfaction.
Lin Zhiwei broke free and said, "I said I'm not interested, but you guys insisted on dragging me here."
The long-haired girl went to pull Lin Zhiwei again: "Hey, it won't hurt to take a look. Besides, I've been feeling a bit irritable lately, so I'd rather not use the free venting package."
The author has something to say: I want to cry, this is really on the neck, please help, it has been changed beyond recognition~
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