The days of cohabitation with gangster boyfriend

Chapter 12

I sprayed all the water on her face, not a single drop wasted!
"Ai Beibei!!!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I hurriedly took out a tissue to help her wipe the water off her face. I really can't blame me for this, as her words didn't scare me to death. "Who are you talking about? Dai Xichen?!"

"Yeah! What's strange."

"You know him?" I just know that when he takes me on the street, there are always boring people saying things to him that I don't understand, like this morning, but I never knew he was so famous.

"Don't tell me you don't know me."

"I..." I shook my head and replied without hesitation, "I don't know you!"

This time her eyes were more contemptuous. "What do you know every day!"

I just know too much, so I never dare to tell people that I know his kind of person, for fear that people will treat me and him as the same kind of person.

"He's super handsome!"

handsome? !Thinking of that face, I reluctantly agree.

She wiped her saliva and continued: "I heard that when he was in the underworld, everyone in the underworld trembled when they heard his name, and those who offended him dared not sleep at night..."

Thinking of Dad's face when he saw him, I agree.

"Now he's retiring from the world... still no one dares to mess with him."

"Dear tablemate, have you read too many martial arts novels?"

"Not many, I've only read more than 300 books... However, I think if he lived in ancient times, he must be a hero who fought for justice."

"It's the evil leader of a cult." I kindly corrected it.

"Go! I can't communicate with you!"

I bow my head and reflect on myself.

Dai Xichen, thinking of this name, didn't have any appetite, so he stirred the porridge in the bowl until it became cold...

When I was in class in the afternoon, my lower abdomen was throbbing, and I suddenly remembered that today is the 15th, a day when something routinely tortured me.

Enduring the pain in cold sweat and waiting until the end of get out of class, I didn't eat dinner, lying on the bed alone, wrapping the quilt tightly around my body.

When people are most vulnerable, they are often in pain. At this time, I gritted my teeth and endured the pain of life. I really missed my mother's hand. I really wanted her to come and hug me, and said to me: "Next time, don't eat cold food. something."

"Mom! I miss you so much... Dad, brother, I miss you so much..." When the hot tears rolled down my cold cheeks, I could only bury my face in the quilt and sob softly, saying to myself: Be strong! ! !

I don't know how long it took before I heard the door open downstairs and Dai Xichen asking, "Has Bei Bei come back?"

I gritted my teeth and wanted to struggle to get up and say hello to him, but I gave up because I was so weak.

I heard light footsteps approaching and stopping beside my bed.

Then, a pair of big hands carefully pulled away the quilt covering my head, and helped me brush the hair scattered on my face.

His movements were light and weak, as if he was afraid of waking me up.

I thought he was going to leave, but he was sitting on the edge of my bed, gently stroking my face with his fingers...

"Bebe? What's wrong?" He touched the tears on my face and asked nervously, "What happened?"

"It's okay! It's just...just..." I bit my lip, not embarrassed to tell him clearly.

"Are you sick? Why didn't you tell anyone!"

He brightened up the dim light in a little panic, hugged me out of the warm quilt, and put his forehead against mine...

When I had a fever when I was a child, he would often test my temperature in this way, and he never felt that there was any problem.

At this moment... His forehead was hot as fire, and his lips were so close that I would touch them as soon as I opened my mouth.

I dare not speak, I dare not even breathe.

Sweat dripped from the cold palms.

When he let me go, I almost suffocated, gasping for air to replenish my paralyzed brain with oxygen.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

"No." I tugged on his sleeve, "I'm fine."

"Your complexion is very bad, what's wrong with you?"

"I... have low back pain." Seeing his expression of not knowing what's going on and never letting it go, I could only blushed and said to him: "Girls will have those few days, and they will get better after a day of pain. "

"Oh!" He moved the corner of his mouth, showing a slight smile: "Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately, I want to drink water." It doesn't matter whether I drink water or not, the important thing is that being looked at by him with such joyful and expectant eyes makes me feel feverish all over.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll get it for you."

I heard the sound of chaotic footsteps, the sound of metal utensils clashing.

His forehead still has his temperature, and his clothes are still stained with the smell of alcohol on his body...

If I had a choice, I hope that he treats me indifferently every day, beating or scolding me every day, and I don't want him to be so kind to me, so good that it makes my heart tremble.

When he came back, he was carrying a glass of warm juice and a painkiller.

I drank the medicine, and the heat flow eased the distending pain in my lower abdomen.

Some people say that women are the most sentimental these days, and it turned out to be true, and I, who was so hard-hearted, was moved to tears by him.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

He lay on my bed and put his arms around my shoulders so my head could rest on his beating heart.

(End of this chapter)