I'm a villain, not a devil

Chapter 75
  In the dark little room, one night and one day passed, and there seemed to be a smell of decay spreading.

The clothes splattered with mud clung to the sheets and turned into dirty lumps with yellow powder. Beside the table, a squashed and beaten lunch box was hidden in the corner and shook cautiously.

Qiong Ying didn't know how she got home, she didn't know how time passed, and she couldn't feel the hunger in her body.

She lay on the bed like a corpse, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It was silent except for her weak heartbeat, as if it was wrapped in a broken watch case.

Despair is growing like crazy.

Suddenly, the sound of spring sounded.

She turned her head slightly in confusion, and then saw the funny piece of chicken drumstick paper she placed on the bedside.

The hanging hair divided her vision into one piece after another, and the swaying chicken legs seemed to be laughing or mocking.

An extremely suppressed sob broke out.

She swallowed her sobs desperately and hugged her shoulders as hard as she could.

Only tears fell down, wetting the pillows and sheets.

The unstoppable salt water even accumulated into a puddle the size of a fingernail, like a mirror.

She seemed to be able to vaguely see herself when she was three years old, being abandoned by her mother on the street corner.

Qiong Ying's voice was filled with gasps and twitching despair.

"This, this time...no one really wants me..."

Then, a lazy male voice sounded at the door.

"It seems like you really missed me this time?"

Qiong Ying looked up in disbelief. At the door, a shadow was leaning against the door frame.

Then, the figure walked in and turned on the light.

The girl who had been hiding in the darkness was so stimulated by the light that she could not see anything, but she did not close her eyes. On the contrary, she looked hard, as if what she saw in her eyes was not real.

The blurred vision became clearer, the eyes became more red and swollen, and the tears were stimulated more.

Qiong Ying tried her best to keep her eyes open, for fear that she would not be able to see when she closed them.

She finally saw clearly that Sean was standing in front of her with his arms folded and a smile on his face.

As if nothing had happened, he was back to 'tease' me again.

Her vision began to blur again, and her bloodshot eyes were soaked with salty tears, which made her sting to the ground painful.

She got up from the bed on hands and knees, half lying on the bed, looking at Sean in disbelief.

Qiong Ying watched Sean bend down, his beautiful lake blue eyes were smiling, like a lake she had seen before.

She froze in place stupidly, feeling like she was dreaming a dream that she didn't dare to think about.

His big hand reached out to the girl's cheek and pinched it hard, causing pain.

"You're welcome. Let me verify it for you. You should not be dreaming." He said with a smile.

Qiong Ying opened her mouth, tears sliding in, but she didn't know what to say.

Finally, she choked out a sentence while sobbing.

"You...you...you, are you serious?"

Sean grinned, picked up the limp Qiong Ying, and then lay down on the bed.

"Can mysophobia be cured?" He teased with a smile, looking at the mud spots all over the other person's body.

"Ah?" Qiong Ying opened her mouth in confusion, but her eyes didn't even blink as she stared at Sean.

It was as if as soon as she closed her eyes, the person in front of her would disappear.

Like a little bear that just rolled in the mud.

Sean sighed, sat up, grabbed the girl's arm and lifted it up: "Raise your hand."

"Oh……"

He lifted up Qiong Ying's mint white housecoat that was stained with mud and pulled it up hard.

The collar was a little tight and the girl's head got stuck in it. However, this time, without waiting for Sean to exert any force, she hurriedly freed her hands from her sleeves, then stretched out her hands to grab the collar. She used her head, neck, and hands together to make her pop like a chestnut.

Throwing the coat away, the girl wore a cool home sling and lay softly on Sean's lap, still looking at Sean motionless.

Sean lay back on the bed, and Qiong Ying followed him like a hinge.

He sneered and pulled the silly girl down. The heavy softness pressed on his chest, and he looked around at the beautiful scenery.

Feeling the body temperature touching her skin, Qiong Ying finally came back to her senses.

It was as if the floodgates were opened all of a sudden. She sobbed at first, and then burst into tears like a child.

"I, I... I thought, I thought you, you didn't want me anymore... Wuwu..." She stammered, hugging Sean tightly and refusing to let go.

Sean didn't say anything, but touched the girl's head and let her cry well.

After she finally calmed down and raised her timid face while sobbing, Sean wiped away her tears.

He said softly: "I was very angry at the time, but thinking about it later, you didn't react that quickly and you weren't that smart."

Qiong Ying, who was called stupid, wasn't angry at all. She just looked at Sean pitifully and expectantly.

Sean laughed: "My biggest characteristic is that I'm not harsh and I'm smart."

Rubbing her temples for her, he said seriously: "I believe you, so explain it to me, okay?"

Qiong Ying's face paled slightly, but after a moment, she put her head on Sean's chest and rubbed it back and forth.

"Um……"

……

"That's it..." Qiong Ying's eyes were a little dim.

She looked up at Sean, with apology in her eyes: "That's my teacher after all... After I realized it... I didn't know how to face you."

Sean nodded thoughtfully: "It's pretty much what I thought...but, your teacher, hehe, is quite cruel."

Qiong Ying's face became paler, but she did not speak out to retort to Sean, she just lowered her head silently.

Sean raised his eyebrows: "For me, it's not cruel. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a deep hatred. But for you, huh."

The girl bit her lip. She raised her head carefully and nodded. Seeing that Sean didn't object, she used her hands to hold him tighter.

Sean gently touched the girl's back. The skin, which was smoother than soft fabric, felt good to the touch, even if it only occasionally slipped through his fingers.

"Qiongying, I understand you, do you understand me?" He looked at the ceiling and said calmly.

Qiong Ying raised her head in confusion. She was a little panicked, fearing that if she said the wrong thing, the other party would leave her again.

After thinking for a long time, she still didn't find an answer that she thought was appropriate.

Sean spoke, and the long-lost anger came back again.

"I am a bad person, I am very vindictive, and I will not suffer in vain."

His voice became cold: "I won't be gentle enough to let you stay out of trouble and not be troubled. I'm not that kind of person."

Qiong Ying's breathing became much faster.

Sean grabbed her hair without any mercy and asked her to look at his face.

There was no concealment of the coldness and violence on his face: "Qiong Ying, I am this kind of person in my heart. And those who follow me have only one choice: jump into hell with me."

There was a slightly pained expression on the girl's face, and her eyes flickered, but after a moment, she still looked at Sean resolutely.

The unwanted child will only be remembered when it is occasionally useful. She wants to be an obedient child and the child who is cared about.

"Have you thought about it?" Sean asked warmly.

"Yes." This time, the girl nodded without any hesitation.

Sean kissed her forehead gently and hugged her tenderly: "This will also be the price for getting it back for you."

Qiong Ying's face seemed to be dripping with blood, and Sean's words fell on her ears, and the flame of revenge was burning in her eyes.

The man's face was raised to the ceiling, and the light shone on his calm and controlled smile, flickering.

The scabbard called betrayal was opened, and the apology inside was the sharpest knife.

(End of this chapter)