[Chapter 8 Chapter 152 The White Moonlight of the CEO of Thirsty Skin Syndrome Resurrected 14]
In front of Lin Yu, Xie Qing carried Wen Shinian, whose eyes were covered by his tie, into the elevator.
Before the elevator closed, Xie Qing's indifferent eyes swept over Lin Yu lightly.
Lin Yu squeezed his buttocks, stood up straight subconsciously, and shook his head frantically at Xie Qing.
The elevator door slowly closed.
Lin Yu burst into tears, looked at the elevator, and sighed sadly: "My life is over."
Xie Qing took Wen Shinian straight home.
It was past the peak hour, but there were still many cars on the road.
Afraid that Wen Shinian would run away, Xie Qing even tied her hands with the spare ties in the car.
"Sister, be good, we'll be home soon."
Xie Qing fastened Wen Shinian's seat belt and gently kissed her on the cheek before leaving.
After the kiss, regardless of Wen Shinian's reaction, he stood up, started the car, and quickly ran towards home.
It was an hour later when I regained my sight.
Wen Shinian was carefully placed on a chair. When the tie on his glasses was taken off, he felt a little uncomfortable when he opened his eyes because of the long period of darkness.
After her eyes adjusted, she could see her surroundings clearly.
Xie Qing squatted in front of her, and when he saw that she didn't panic and try to run away, but instead looked around in confusion, his eyes curved in joy.
Like a child showing off his new toy to an adult, he stood up and introduced everything in the room to Wen Shinian in a brisk and proud tone.
"Sister, these are all drawn by me. They are all of you. Do you like them?"
Wen Shinian withdrew his gaze and looked at Xie Qing.
And Xie Qing had no intention of getting her answer.
He continued talking to himself.
"Every day since my sister disappeared, I've been describing what you look like. I'm afraid that she'll forget you, so I desperately want to remember everything about you."
"Everyone has forgotten my sister, only I still remember you."
"Xie Maoxue said I was crazy and that you were just a figment of my imagination. He even burned all my paintings." Xie Qing became a little agitated when he said this.
He walked up to Wen Shinian, clasped her shoulders tightly with both hands, his expression stubborn and crazy.
"But I don't believe it! Sister, you really exist! So I broke Xie Maoxue's hand and sent him to a mental hospital."
Xie Maoxue is Xie Qing's father.
As a child, he was often abused.
He also made a profit by causing such an outcome.
"They are the crazy ones, I am not crazy."
Xie Qing squatted down and knelt in front of Wen Shinian, hugged her waist, and buried himself in her waist and abdomen in a twisted way, rubbing against her like a kitten.
"Look, I've been waiting for my sister~"
Wen Shinian lowered her head, feeling his coquettishness, and her expression softened unconsciously.
"My dear..."
"It doesn't matter if sister has forgotten me, as long as I still remember you." Xie Qing interrupted Wen Shinian, stood up, tilted his head and looked at her with a smile, his eyes shining with frightening madness.
"Sister, you are mine. You can never leave me in this life."
Xie Qing raised his chin devoutly and accurately kissed the red lips that made him salivate.
After this interruption, Wen Shinian no longer had the chance to speak.
In this room covered with her faceless portraits, she was wantonly ravaged by Xie Qing.
The curtains were drawn tightly, so she had no idea what time it was outside.
When I woke up, the room was dim, and before I fell asleep, the room was still dim.
The room, which was neither too big nor too small, was filled with a blushing smell in just two days.
…
Wen Shinian couldn't help but slap Xie Qing in the face after being annoyed.
Xie Qing grabbed her hand, put it under his nose and took a deep breath, then kissed her sweaty palm.
"Sister, you smell so good."
"I love you so much, I really love you so much. Can you please like me a little bit? Just a little bit."
Xie Qing leaned down, his movements were fierce, but his tone was pitiful.
"Sister, I'm very good, okay? Just like me a little bit? Hmm?"
Wen Shinian bit her lower lip and tilted her head back slightly.
…
Xie Qing hugged the unconscious person and kissed her shoulders stickyly.
He got everything, but he was not happy at all.
He shed tears and hugged Wen Shinian tightly.
"Sister...I will really be very good, please...love me again, okay?"
The room was quiet and there was no response.
Xie Qing buried her head in Wen Shinian's shoulder, her eyes swollen from crying.
…
Wen Shinian woke up again, but Xie Qing was no longer in the room.
She looked around, supported her waist and stood up, then walked towards the innermost wall with a purpose.
From the first day I entered this room, this wall has always been blocked by curtains.
Wen Shinian was a little concerned.
She grasped the curtain and pulled it open.
The next second, he stood there in a daze.
An entire wall was engraved with her name.
In some places, the strokes of the handwriting are a little light, and even the font seems to float.
As I wrote on, the handwriting became heavier and heavier.
Wen Shinian looked at the entire wall. It would be a lie to say that he was not moved.
She raised her hand and gently stroked the groove in the wall.
"Sister, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
I don't know when Xie Qing came in.
He wrapped Wen Shinian in a thin blanket, then gently picked her up and put her on the bed.
Throughout the whole process, he didn't look at the wall or Wen Shinian.
During this period, whenever Wen Shinian woke up, he was always like this.
Even his hair was let down to cover his eyes.
Wen Shinian was carefully placed.
"It's disgusting, isn't it?"
Xie Qing had a faint smile on his lips, still kneeling in front of her.
He held her hand and smiled to himself.
"No." Wen Shinian lowered his head and looked at him.
"How could there not be?"
Xie Qing didn't believe it.
He raised his head and squinted his eyes to hide all his emotions.
"But it doesn't matter. Even if you hate me, sister, you can't leave me in this life... But there is a way."
Wen Shinian's palm suddenly felt cold.
It's a fruit knife.
"As long as sister kills me, sister will be free."
Xie Qing approached Wen Shinian with a smile.
"I am willing to die at my sister's hands."
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