"Ye Zhou, can you hug me?"
Her voice was trembling with sobs, and Ye Zhou could clearly feel the girl's body trembling behind him.
Ye Zhou closed his eyes, his voice hoarse.
"Jiang Jiayan, don't do this."
Ye Zhou finally refrained from speaking loudly and instead offered a quiet reminder.
Hug me.
The girl sniffled, her voice clearly choked with emotion.
Hug me.
Ye Zhou closed his eyes and looked up.
He had clearly let go.
He thought he no longer cared at all.
But the instincts of this young body are still there.
A girl who has experienced such a terrifying event is very likely to have her psychological defenses crumble.
He sighed softly, patted the girl's shoulder reassuringly, and then lowered his hand.
The girl's trembling subsided somewhat.
She lifted her long, thick eyelashes and looked at the boy.
She pursed her lips, and finally, as if summoning her courage, she stood on tiptoe and aimed at Ye Zhou's lips.
But they came up empty-handed.
Ye Zhou dodged to the side.
She bit her lip in grievance and kissed him again, unwilling to give up.
Ye Zhou pushed her away, using a moderate amount of force to push her onto the bed.
He himself sighed.
"Jiang Jiayan, don't push your luck."
Ye Zhou glanced at the girl whose clothes were disheveled.
"I'm leaving now."
"No, don't leave me alone."
Jiang Jiayan grabbed Ye Zhou's arm again.
"I don't want to stay here, Ye Zhou, please take me away."
It was almost a humble yearning.
A girl who has just narrowly escaped misfortune is very likely to become emotionally fragile.
Ye Zhou glanced at her.
"Are you an adult?"
Jiang Jiayan paused for a few seconds, then said, "I'm an adult now, I'm an adult."
There was also expectation in his voice.
Ye Zhou's expression remained indifferent.
"Change your clothes, grab your ID card, and your phone."
Each word and phrase was written in an orderly and methodical manner.
As if she were just learning to use her hands and feet, Jiang Jiayan clumsily scrambled and crawled toward the wardrobe.
She even forgot to take off her clothes behind Ye Zhou's back.
But Ye Zhou had already turned his back; he still knew his limits.
"I'm all better now."
Jiang Jiayan stood behind Ye Zhou.
Ye Zhou opened the back door of the taxi, and Jiang Jiayan went in with anticipation.
As a result, the back door was slammed shut after she went in, and Ye Zhou quickly got into the passenger seat.
"Who is that person, your mother's boyfriend?"
Jiang Jiayan sat in the back seat with her head down.
"I guess so."
"Why would your mother like this kind of person?"
Jiang Jiayan's voice grew softer and softer.
"It's not that she likes it; she's always like this, as long as she sees young and beautiful bodies..."
The taxi driver drove calmly, but his eyes were wide open like saucers.
Where is your mother?
"They're gone."
Jiang Jiayan's voice became even softer, tinged with melancholy.
Actually, she and Shen Man had an argument two days ago.
Jiang Jiayan knew Shen Man's charm; there was no man she couldn't have if she wanted him.
"Jiang Jiayan, do you know? Men are like fish in water. As long as you throw them some juicy bait, they won't take the bait."
With her delicate, pink fingertips, Shenman picked up a thinly sliced shrimp from the plate and, with a flirtatious flourish, rolled the shrimp into her tongue with her skillful, crimson tongue.
Jiang Jiayan gripped the knife and fork, unconsciously exerting force.
"You can't do anything to Ye Zhou!"
Shen Man's eyes curled upwards, his lips curved into a smile, and he looked at Jiang Jiayan with a scrutinizing gaze.
"With that commanding tone, have you really grown up? Jiang Jiayan, how dare you speak to your own mother like that? I can have whoever I want, it has nothing to do with you. Or, do you dare to compete with me fairly?"
"Enough!"
Jiang Jiayan practically yelled, slamming her hand on the table as she stood up. The rare conversation between mother and daughter taking place at this dining table, which stretched for dozens of meters, was actually about the same man?
Even Jiang Jiayan herself couldn't help but find it laughable and shameful.
The image of a virtuous and gentle mother she fantasized about always vanished like a dream when Shen Man arrived.
“You are not my mother. My mother was never like this. Why did you come back? Can’t you give me even the slightest hope for you?”
My life is already a mess, why are you making it even worse? If you still want to pursue Ye Zhou, then leave this house, and I'll pretend you've never been my mother!
The smile on his lips vanished without him noticing. Shen Man stared intently at the panting Jiang Jiayan, then picked up a tissue from the table and carefully wiped his fingertips, not missing a single corner.
My fingers were almost scraped raw.
Then, Shen Man smiled even more brightly. She stood up, her tight red dress making her skin glow.
"Jiang Jiayan, it's you. You shouldn't have been born into this world. You are a product of lovelessness. The moment I saw you born, I only regretted not having the strength to strangle you."
Jiang Zhongtian, and you too, you two ruined my life! As long as I live, neither of you will have an easy time!
Shen Man turned and went upstairs, while Jiang Jiayan looked at the knife and fork in her hand, at a loss.
A moment later, the woman came downstairs, carrying an orange handbag, and left through the door without looking back.
Just as she returned so lightly and without warning, she also left so lightly.
Jiang Jiayan was lost in her memories and remained silent.
The taxi stopped quickly, and Ye Zhou got out.
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