Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

Cheng Yi seems to be used to waking up at 4 a.m.

Lily next door was so hurt that she hummed all night that Cheng Yi didn't sleep well.

Cheng Yi puts on her black sports bra and shorts, walks into the yard, stretches and warms up.

The sky is blue with white light, the stars and moon are still faintly visible, and the summer morning is still a little cool.

"Early in the morning, the curtain rolls up and light frost..." Cheng Yi shrinks his neck and starts to jump in place to warm up his body quickly.

"Think of the past, cherish Liufang, easy to hurt..."

Aunt Wan's voice came from behind: "is it so cold? We're going out to play today. How can we read this poem? It's unlucky!"

Cheng Yi turned to look at her, smiled and said, "didn't he say he didn't practice today?"

"I'm used to it. It's hard to sleep in." aunt Wan said, "aren't you the same? I'll go out and buy you a set of practice clothes. I'll see you wear these every day. It's neither fish nor fowl! Practice by yourself today and I'll cook soup for you."

Cheng Yi nodded and did it carefully over and over again according to the routine already familiar to her heart.

Aunt Wan stood in the kitchen and looked up at Cheng Yi in the yard from time to time.

Compared with when I first came here, it was almost reborn.

The arms, thighs, backs, upper waist and abdomen have beautiful muscle lines, one move at a time, calm and relaxed, seemingly soft and slow moves, which cooperate with her muscles and perfectly integrate strength and beauty

It was dawn, and light fell on her face, which was different from the weakness when she first came. At this time, the eyebrows, corners of eyes and tight lips all had a heroic spirit.

Very much like myself when I was young.

Aunt Wan was stunned.

A touch of sunshine from the horizon falls on the tip of Cheng Yi's tall nose. Through her slow and powerful cloud hand, the breath flows, the vitality is not divided, and the chaos is one

In an instant, Cheng Yi's movement became faster. She sank her shoulders and inspired her palm.

This is an imitation of aunt Wan beating Lily last night.

Aunt Wan saw her persistence, her unwillingness and her unyielding to fate from every inch of Cheng Yi's muscles and every crystal sweat.

"Poor child..." she sighed, put the soup into a bowl and took it under the stone table.

"Stop practicing," said Aunt Wan. "After drinking the soup, let's go and relax for two days."

Cheng Yi looks at the rising sun and is reluctant to stop.

She sat down and drank the soup quietly. At first she was not used to these seasoned chicken soup. Now the more she drank, the better she drank.

Aunt Wan rushed her to take a bath and went to Lily's room with medicinal wine.

"You..." lily covered her right rib and stepped back with some fear.

Aunt Wan put down the medicinal wine, sat on the bamboo chair, straightened her waist and said, "what are you afraid of? I won't hit you. Now that you are like this, I'll hit you again. Isn't it taking advantage of the danger of others?"

Aunt Wan is completely different from her usual playful face. Her expression is very serious. Lily doesn't dare to sit down or look at her. She lowers her head in front of her and has no momentum at all.

"What do you... Want to do?" lily asked.

Aunt Wan said, "I should ask you this. What do you want to do with Yang Xiao?"

Lily said, "I won't say it."

Aunt Wan said, "what did you do to Cheng Yi?"

"What Michael says is what he says," lily said. "I won't tell you a word."

Aunt Wan walked out of Lily's house with some disappointment.

She didn't ask anything.

She waited outside the bathroom with a towel. Cheng Yila opened the door and was frightened when she saw her.

"Aunt Wan, are you waiting to go to the bathroom?" Cheng Yi asked.

"Waiting for you."

Aunt Wan handed her a towel and wanted to wipe her hair, but Cheng Yi dodged.

"You child, what are you hiding from!" aunt Wan pressed her head forcibly.

Cheng Yi accepted it meekly.

Aunt Wan forcibly pulled her into the room and blew her hair.

Cheng Yi looks at herself through the mirror of the dresser, with an unnatural face.

But aunt Wan's face was a kind smile.

"Xiao Cheng, your hair is so long..." aunt Wan said with a smile.

The hair dryer whistled.

Cheng Yi's childhood images flashed through her mind:

"Yiyi, your hair is so long, black and bright..."

"No, mom always says my hair is like you. It's thick and hard. It's hard to take care of."

"Why? It's not good to be like dad? In a few years, you'll grow into a big girl, and dad can't blow your hair like this..."

"Why not? I want my father to blow my hair all my life..."

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The young child's voice is still in his mind. Cheng Yi suddenly holds his head and twitches with pain.

Why not?

Why not?

Because dad is dead, dad is dead, and I can't see Dad anymore.

My father, who loves me so much, was killed by someone

The tinnitus and unbearable headache made Cheng Yi roll on the ground and hit the floor with his head.

"Xiao Cheng, what's the matter with you?" aunt Wan panicked. Cheng Yi risked her veins out of control, which frightened her.

"Xiao Cheng! Xiao Cheng!"

Aunt Wan couldn't catch Cheng Yi at all. She kept hitting the ground with her head and looked extremely painful.

"Xiao Cheng, what's the matter with you..." aunt Wan said, "don't do this. Get up and I'll take you to the hospital."

Lily ran over with a tranquilizer. She said to Aunt Wan, "press her and I'll give her an injection. Come on!"

Aunt Wan endured heartache and pressed Cheng Yi's body to death.

Lily finished the sedative, looked at Aunt Wan and asked, "what did you say to her?"

"I didn't say anything..." aunt Wan's face was dignified and asked, "why is she like this?"

Lily didn't speak and turned her head aside.

Aunt Wan snorted, helped Cheng Yi up and asked nervously, "are you okay?"

Cheng Yi shook her head.

Lily frowned and said, "it's all like this. Don't go out and stay well."

"I'm going, can you control it?" aunt Wan said willfully: "willing to gamble and admit defeat! You can't follow!"