Shen Zhao's eyes widened suddenly.
He coughed, his eyes turning bloodshot, his long, white fingers pressing against his collarbone, his Adam's apple bobbing and tinged with a thin red.
The breathing is labored; it must be a cough.
Shen Zhao stared at the face in front of him, magnified countless times. It was very beautiful, so beautiful that he noticed it as soon as he glanced at it in the crowd.
He licked his reddened lips from coughing, then suddenly lost his senses.
I inexplicably recalled their first meeting.
The bustling commercial center was cool and breezy, lined with all sorts of upscale and expensive restaurants, and crowded with people. The only dessert shop with moderately priced but exquisitely presented items was in the window.
The girl's hair was wet, and she was pressed against the transparent glass window. Her eyelashes were covered with sweat, which rolled down to her dirty cheeks as she trembled. Her skin was yellowish, and she was wearing tattered and thin clothes. She was shivering from the cold.
Her eyes sparkled as she stared intently at the exquisite cake in the kitchen, revealing her eager anticipation.
He sat lazily in the car, glancing casually, when she noticed him.
Seeing Yu Qiao awkwardly take out a bunch of banknotes from her pocket, count them, clutch her clothes, but reluctant to buy them.
Shen Zhao had almost forgotten what he was thinking at the time, but he could remember that he had done something strangely kind: he opened the car door, walked to Yu Qiao's side, looked down at her, and asked, "Do you really want to eat this? I can buy it for you."
At that moment, Yu Qiao was like a wary wolf cub. Her eyes narrowed fiercely as she glared at him, then she turned and ran away.
He said in a low, husky voice, "Hey," and grasped her wrist, which was so thin it could break with the slightest force: "I'm not a bad person."
"Let go." Yu Qiao's voice was cold, and she was very wary, but her eyes kept glancing at the cake in the kitchen. Clearly, she really wanted it.
Shen Zhao's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a casual smile appeared on his handsome, almost ethereal face. He didn't let go, but became interested and continued to ask, "Answer me one question, and I'll give you this cake."
He clearly noticed that Yu Qiao's guarded expression turned to doubt, and her expressionless face finally revealed a hint of doubt.
She seemed to really, really want that cake.
With her beautiful brows furrowed and her face dirty but still pretty, she clenched her fists menacingly and said, "If you dare to lie to me, Sister Yu Qiao will smash your head in!"
Shen Zhao chuckled, his lips curving into a peony-red smile: "A cake that costs seven or eight hundred? I can't afford that?"
"joke."
Yu Qiao became even fiercer, glaring at him, but said, "Ask quickly!"
"Oh?" He pointed to the cake, then to the money in Yu Qiao's hand: "You clearly had the money to buy it, and you liked it so much, why didn't you buy it?"
Why not buy it?
Yu Qiao stared blankly at the cake, her dark pupils empty and numb, as if recalling some painful memory, her stiff face twisting in pain.
Her voice was deep, like a delicate flower submerged in mud, as she said, "Because I am not worthy."
Shen Zhao looked bewildered. He saw Yu Qiao with a beautiful face, acting coy and stubborn, and saying in a hoarse voice, "I don't deserve to eat such a beautiful cake."
"Who said that?" he asked.
"That's what they all say."
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"Don't get so close to me." Shen Zhao snapped out of his daze, staring at Yu Qiao who was tilting her head and looking at him curiously. The itch in his throat intensified. He covered his lips with his long, slender white fingers and coughed lightly, then leaned back and pushed her head away.
Yu Qiao didn't understand. She didn't understand the difference between men and women. Seeing Shen Zhao blush, she became even more curious and leaned closer: "Young Master, your face is really red."
Shen Zhao's heart tightened, his long, black eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly met her dark eyes, which were like deep, mysterious black holes, lifeless and without any fluctuation.
She stared intently at him, her pupils seeming to light up little by little, shimmering with a strange excitement.
She's such a strange person. When asked about her past, she won't say anything. Her gaze is always quiet, and she likes to daydream. And yet, it's always her who can make him restless.
For twenty years, he had never been close to a woman, not even holding her hand. But this person wanted to hold his hand and walk with him the first time they met, which made him feel confused and disoriented.
For some inexplicable reason, Shen Zhao looked into Yu Qiao's eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he coughed, his ear tips turning bright red in an instant: "Cough, cough, didn't I tell you not to get so close to me?"
He coughed so hard that a faint pink flush appeared on his neck, his peach-blossom eyes glistened with moisture, and his face was as beautiful and charming as a peach blossom, more beautiful and alluring than a woman.
Yu Qiao stared intently, swallowing hard. Instead of backing away, she took another step closer, her cold, rough fingers pressing against Chen Zhao's Adam's apple. Her voice was muffled: "Stop coughing."
Shen Zhao was dumbfounded, and Geng, his face flushed, yelled at her, "Don't touch me!"
The fawn took a few steps back as if it were startled.
"ah!"
The pampered young master, due to excessive nervousness, stumbled and fell backward. Beneath his jet-black hair, a pair of peach blossom eyes stared in astonishment, revealing a section of his waist, which was fair and had beautifully defined muscles.
"Be careful." Yu Qiao's calm eyes paused for a moment, and she instantly reached out to grab Shen Zhao, but the two were too different in size, and Yu Qiao was pulled down by Shen Zhao.
He pressed down on Shen Zhao, who let out a muffled groan.
Yu Qiao's ears turned red, and she placed her hands on either side of Shen Zhao, staring at him expectantly.
Such beautiful lips, I want to kiss them.
She licked her pink lips.
Shen Zhao inexplicably understood her meaning, his face flushed red, and he raised his hand to push her away forcefully, his impotent rage screaming, "Get up!"
"Don't step on me!!"
Yu Qiao swallowed hard, propped herself up with one hand, and touched his firm abs with the other, saying involuntarily, "It smells so good."
He's acting like a complete thug!
Shen Zhao glared at her: "If you don't get up, I'll fire you!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhao was surprised to find that he could actually see a look of disappointment on Yu Qiao's expressionless face.
My heart skipped a beat.
Does she really not want to leave him? Could it be that this little beggar likes him?
This...this is impossible!
Shen Zhao gritted his teeth. He would never like women and be played like his older brother!
Driven to desperation, his voice grew even angrier, and he roughly pushed her away, his tone slightly aggressive: "Get away from me!"
When Shen Zhao placed his palm against Yu Qiao's shoulder and neck, he couldn't help but be shocked. She was all bones. How could she be so thin?
Yu Qiao's already pale face turned even whiter from his rough shove. She gritted her teeth, but still managed a sob, her brows furrowed as she hissed, "Hiss..."
The flesh on her back, ripped open by the ruler, bled again, dripping down her arm, wrist, and fingertips, and onto the corner of Shen Zhao's eye.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Shen Zhao lifted his eyelids, his beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, his pale lips pressed tightly together, and he actually gave up the idea of telling her to get lost.
Yu Qiao lowered her eyes, thinking he was angry. She blinked expressionlessly and coaxed him in a low voice, "Young Master, I'll get off you right now."
"Don't be angry."
"Yu! Qiao!" Shen Zhao said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly, his gaze sweeping over her body. "Are you an idiot?"
"You're bleeding, don't you feel pain? Get up right now!"
He had such a large tear in his back, yet he was still supporting himself on the ground, which caused the wound to tear open.
Shen Zhao's ears turned even redder. Did this little beggar like him that much?
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