Chapter 394
"Okay, stop talking."

Fu Yi comforted her in a low voice, and gently caressed her little hand with his big hand.

Quan Qiao stared at him and said:
"You are my little baby, since you want to know, I will tell you.

After my mother went in, she never came out again.

She bled profusely and died on the operating table.

No one collected her body, and no one took care of me, a newborn baby.

According to the little nurse, I was so hungry that I cried all the time, and my throat was broken.

It was a mother who looked at me pitifully and fed me milk powder.

I did survive, but the day I was born was the day my mother died...

Over the years, I have never celebrated my birthday.

Every time I fall asleep, I will dream of that snowy winter, filled with blood..."

Quan Qiao lowered her head as she spoke, as if to hide her sadness.

Her voice was also extremely low and hoarse.

Fu Yijun's serious face showed obvious distress and guilt.

He held her little hand tightly with his big hand, and said solemnly:
"Stop talking, this time, it's my fault."

He shouldn't force her to ask questions, let alone force her to wander off.

Quan Qiao lowered her head, a hint of admiration that Fu Yi couldn't detect flashed across her eyes.

Her acting skills are really amazing!

I have to move myself to tears!
She also raised her eyes and continued to stare at him with "dimmed eyes" and said:

"Fu Yi, sometimes I don't want to talk to you, it's not that I don't care about you, it's just my past, I really don't want to mention it again.

But if you want to know anything else, you can ask me.

I can tell you how I survived, how I begged for the day, how I competed with hooligans and beggars, I can... um..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Yi's big hand covered her lips.

He looked directly at her and said, "No need to say any more, I won't ask any more questions in the future."

"Sleep, I will accompany you tonight."

While speaking, he pushed her down on the bed and pulled the quilt over her.

His tall body was also lying beside her, and his muscular arms made her a pillow.

Quan Qiao blinked her eyes.

Is this a chat once and for all?
She couldn't help raising her eyes to look at Fu Yi: "Do you really don't want to hear it anymore? Actually, I'm fine. It's good to recall some things..."

"No need."

Fu Yi put his arms around her and turned sideways to face her.

He said: "What happened in the past is the past, and in the future, I will be here."

While speaking, the big hand stroked her head gently, like smoothing the fur of a kitten.

Only then did Quan Qiao lean into his arms, her face pressed against his firm chest.

Even through the white shirt, you can feel the temperature of his skin, a man with chest muscles.

Just... I really want to touch... I really want to rub...

But Fu Yi didn't know what she was thinking. Holding her in his arms, he could feel her frail figure, and his heart was throbbing with pain.

She is still so young, but she has experienced so much...

As her fiancé, he didn't take good care of her and exposed her scars.

Damn him.

Quan Qiao suddenly rubbed against his arms, she asked weakly:

"Fu Yi, promise me, let's get more kidneys in the future, okay?"

If it had been the past, Fu Yi would have sternly refused, and even felt displeased.

But at this moment, he gently stroked her cheek with his big hand:
"it is good."

One word, agreed willingly.

In the darkness, Quan Qiao's red lips curled up, then she raised her head and kissed his lips lightly.

Fu Yi's body was slightly stiff, he held her thin shoulders, and pushed her away.

Quan Qiao frowned: "What's wrong? I want to kiss you...I want to divert my thoughts..."

Fu Yi stared at her softly under the cold moonlight:

"Don't move, this time, it's me instead."

(End of this chapter)

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