As she unzipped her organ costume, the curtains suddenly moved without any wind.
The moment the silk fabric slid across her arm, Qin Ying's fingers suddenly stopped - the movement was not an illusion, a faint light clearly seeped out from between the folds, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, greedily licking her exposed neck.
In the dark, Qin Qinghua's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his nails dug deep into his palms.
The newly applied red paint gave off a strange fishy smell in the moonlight.
He stared at the gap in the glass window, his cloudy pupils almost sticking to the glass.
The sister in his memory who always huddled by the stove and made fire was now like a blooming wild rose, and every inch of her curves aroused his animal desires that had been suppressed for many years.
He swallowed his saliva, and the hemp rope in his trouser pocket was wrinkled - this was the "gift" Gu Ping'an stuffed into his hand this morning.
Qin Ying suddenly pulled her coat over her body, her heart beating so fast that it almost burst through her chest.
She looked around again, only to see her own reflection in the glass trembling slightly.
This dressing room is specially prepared for actors who need to change clothes.
It is used by the art troupe and students, and this is a school, so ordinary people cannot enter.
Qin Qinghua's blood boiled every time he watched it, and in his dreams at night, he would pin Qin Ying to the ground and ravage her wildly.
Whenever I see her during the day, my heart beats faster.
Gu Ping'an hid in the corner and watched this scene, with a sinister smile on his lips.
Before the show started, Gu Ping'an came to the place where she met Qin Qinghua every day.
It was at the bottom of the stairs at the back door of the auditorium. There was no light on weekdays and no one would go there.
When Gu Ping'an arrived there, Qin Qinghua was squatting at the foot of the wall, his clothes stained with paint from the new props.
Hearing the sound of high heels behind him, he shuddered all over and when he stood up in a hurry, the back of his head hit the sloping wall of the stairwell.
"Are you so afraid of me?"
Gu Ping'an's voice was filled with chill as he stared at him coldly:
"How's your scouting going these past two days? The lock on the storage room..."
Her eyes became more sinister:
"Do you need me to pry it open for you?"
Qin Qinghua looked at her flatteringly and obscenely:
"It would be great if Sister Ping'an could help me. I've already figured it all out. I just need you to ruin Qin Ying's clothes..."
There was a sinister glint in his eyes, and he looked determined to win.
Gu Pingan glanced at him coldly, and when he saw the paint on his hands, he smiled maliciously:
"Just by smelling this, I know you can't wait. Don't worry, your sister will be yours soon!"
"Yes, yes, I know Sister Ping'an treats me well."
Qin Qinghua's eyes were filled with longing. He licked his lips obscenely, and his made-up face smiled eerily and terrifyingly.
"Yeah?"
Gu Ping'an suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled it back, causing the back of his head to hit the wall heavily.
She leaned forward slightly, and the white orchid brooch on her chest almost pierced his eyes:
"Listen carefully—I want to be absolutely sure."
Gu Pingan slapped his face with the train ticket in his hand:
"Tonight in the storage room, you must yell 'good sister' and do it. The more you yell, the harder this ticket will be. After you succeed, I'll send you south; but if you fail..."
She dug her nails, stained with balsam juice, into his neck:
"I promise, Brother Gang will chop your sister into pieces and feed her to the dogs, then tie you to the railroad tracks and watch the train run over your head."
Qin Qinghua let out a deathly sob from his throat, but he raised his head and laughed out loud. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly.
"I'll do it! I'll do it! Don't worry, Sister Ping'an. I want Fu Hanzhou to hear the word 'good sister' more than you do."
Gu Ping'an's pupils shrank slightly, and he slapped him in the face:
"You're looking for death! How dare you play tricks on me!"
Qin Qinghua was hit so hard that his head tilted to one side, but he chuckled softly and touched the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue:
"Whatever you say is what it is."
Gu Ping'an raised his chin, his eyes gleaming with malice, and spoke slowly:
"Qin Qinghua, you're in the open, I'm in the dark. If you dare to play tricks, you won't even know how you died."
"I dare not! I promise I can do it!"
Qin Qinghua's Adam's apple rolled violently as he stared at the ticket in her hand.
Gu Ping'an let go of his hand, slapped the ticket on his face, snorted coldly, looked around, and left under the cover of night.
When the footsteps disappeared, Qin Qinghua slumped to the ground and spat into the darkness.
He took out the hemp rope from his sleeve and wrapped it around his palm repeatedly.
Tonight, he wants to take a gamble and wait until he goes to the south...
A sinister light flashed in his eyes, and a twisted and creepy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He stood up slowly, cursing:
"Gu Ping'an, that stinky bitch, dares to threaten me, does she think I'm an idiot?
Do I have to expose myself and let the police put me on the wanted list for doing something like this?"
All he wanted was Qin Ying. As long as he got Qin Ying, he could leave here immediately. Anyway, the ticket was already in his hand.
As for Gu Ping'an, she can't escape unscathed. The worst that can happen is that both of them will die.
Can she still control me?
Qin Qinghua calculated the performance time and quietly went to the storage room.
With only ten minutes left before the performance began, Fu Hanzhou and the troops' leaders arrived.
He is the highest leader among the troops who came today, and he is accompanied by Chief of Staff Zhao Yu and Director of the Political Department Tan Jiahe.
The auditorium was bustling with people, but Qin Ying felt heavy in her heart.
Although she was the freshman representative, she didn't show any happiness or excitement at all.
As the organizer, the medical school's leaders gave speeches first. By the time the leaders finished speaking, nearly half an hour had passed.
Next, Qin Ying gave a speech as a representative of the freshmen. She walked onto the stage with grace and stood in the center.
His eyes swept across the audience, and when he saw the familiar military uniform in the third row, his fingers holding the microphone suddenly tightened.
Qin Ying's voice suddenly paused for a moment.
Fu Hanzhou's eyes were like an ice-hardened knife, piercing straight into her eyes.
The moment the two looked at each other, the sounds of breathing in the auditorium seemed to disappear. It was not until she heard a very light, almost inaudible sound coming from her throat that she looked away in panic.
The next second, she straightened her back and continued her speech in a standard broadcasting voice. Her words were so clear that it seemed as if the previous stagnation was just an illusion.
Offstage, Tan Jiahe elbowed Fu Hanzhou and said with a wink:
"Fu Tuan, my sister-in-law's eyes can see through people. Your ears are as red as boiled shrimps!"
Fu Hanzhou sat up abruptly, his ears burning. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the document, wrinkling it.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Zhao Yu looked at Fu Hanzhou's tense jawline and jokingly said:
"Old Tan, stop teasing the captain. Can't you see he's sweating from holding the documents?"
Fu Hanzhou glanced down at the wet mark on his palm, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly turned the document upside down on his knees, retorting with his Adam's apple rolling:
"It's hot."
His eyes uncontrollably followed Qin Ying's swaying skirt on the stage. He suppressed the torment in his heart, and his eyes were filled with gentle love and attachment.
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