Chapter 113: Do you feel bad?
Chapter 113 Will you feel distressed?
At night, Fifth Master Rong fell asleep beside her, hugging her waist.
Nanhuang stared at the ceiling, but the happy images of her childhood flashed in her eyes.
When she was young, her parents doted on her very much, and so did her brother Nan Lin, who was ten years older than her.
She was mischievous and got into trouble, and every time it was her brother who took the initiative to take the blame, her mother taught her brother a lesson, but her brother didn't say a word, turned around and smiled at the apologetic her.
They raised a dog, a white poodle, with a flat face, as ugly as if it had been run over by a car wheel.
At home, she and her brother, parents, and Xiaobai are happy every day without any worries.
Until that day, when she was crying to find her parents, her brother hugged her coldly and held her in his arms.
At that time, she was angry, she blamed her brother, blamed him for being indifferent, blamed him for being useless, blamed him for not being able to protect parents.
Brother's body is cold, icy cold, trembling slightly...
Thinking of this, tears flowed from the corners of Nanhuang's eyes.
She was young at that time, and she didn't know how to comfort her brother. How much pain he endured at that time.
She really suffered retribution.
My parents are gone, Xiaobai is gone, and in the end, even my brother is gone...
She turned around, buried her cold face into his hard chest, and stretched her arms around his waist.
…
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and in the cold night, the man was wearing thin pajamas, let go of the little man in his arms, and quietly walked out of the room.
Walking alone on the cold and lonely road, he walked to the cabin that he had only visited a few hours ago, and lit the soft yellow lamp.
The man walked to the sofa and sat down.
After holding back for an unknown amount of time, he finally lit a match and lit a cigarette.
"Do you like her?" The man asked, puffing out a cigarette. He leaned on the sofa, opened his arms, and smiled arrogantly, "The woman I chose is pretty."
"I knew you would like her. Of course, it's useless if you don't." The man continued to say arrogantly. "Anyway, I like her."
"Your son has a deep relationship with her. The story is too long, so I don't want to tell it today. Anyway, I will come again next time."
The man smiled and said, "I'll tell you next time. Just look forward to it."
While talking, he finished smoking one cigarette and lit another.
Looking down slightly, the man's eyes were deep, he took a long breath, and lit a cigarette.
…
Nanhuang woke up early in the morning, and when she woke up, she found that Fifth Master Rong was no longer in bed. She got up and put on her clothes, and went downstairs to ask the housekeeper, only to realize that everyone didn't know where Fifth Master had gone.
Nanhuang suddenly guessed where Rong Feng was going, she asked Mother Tian to prepare a thin blanket for her, but she didn't let anyone follow her, and went to the cabin by herself.
The door of the cabin was ajar, and Nanhuang opened it with a slight push. Sure enough, she saw the man curled up on the short sofa and fell asleep.
His clothes were thin, with nothing covered. There seemed to be a thin layer of frost between the eyebrows, his face was slightly pale, and the air he exhaled was somewhat cold, and the man curled up there trembling slightly.
Nanhuang folded the thin blanket in two layers to cover him. Squatting beside him, he held his hand familiarly.
The frost on the man's body faded away from the palm of his hand.
The body recovered, and the man gradually stabilized.
When he was sleeping peacefully, he looked particularly well-behaved. Nanhuang thought of how she coaxed him when she was a child. She carefully stretched out her hand, smoothed his hair, and patted his back.
When she took her hand away, he opened his dark eyes.
He grabbed her arm, put his arms around her, and hugged her.
Nanhuang felt dizzy, and then she lay on top of him.
His strong arms locked her tightly, and when she woke up in the morning, her hazy, hoarse and **** voice rang softly in her ears.
"I dreamed about her."
"She said she liked you very much."
"She wants me to treat you well and not bully you."
"I said, how can I be willing to bully you?"
He pursed his lips, his eyes trembled slightly, "I poured some water on you, and I was worried that it would make you cold, and my heart hurts like being pinched."
Nanhuang lay in his arms, listening to his hazy voice rambling.
Rong Feng doesn't talk much outside, but a little more when she is around. It was the first time for such a trivial matter to be said.
Nanhuang lay in his arms without moving, quietly listening to his ramblings.
"...I actually, haven't seen my mother."
“When I was very young, I was alone outside, living a life of ups and downs.”
"The best days to live are the days with you at Nan's house."
"Later, the Rong family found me and said that I was a child of the Rong family, and they wanted to admit me back. Heh, that man, he didn't do it for me, he did it for my mother's genes."
"I'm actually an illegitimate child. That man lied to my mother, saying that he was single, without a wife and no children, and he lied to my mother. Then, there was me..."
"In that Rong family, I am a complete outsider. No, I am not even as good as an outsider..."
Master Rong Wu tightened his arms.
"When I was a child, when I cried alone, I would miss you. I would miss your good, and I would miss your bad."
"I'm very angry, why don't you want me anymore? I often think, if you know that I have lived so hard outside, will you feel bad? Will you comfort me and coax me?"
"When I feel really uncomfortable, I imagine you hugging me and saying, Feng, don't cry, don't cry."
Following his voice, Nanhuang's heart beat violently.
She thought he was doing well, but in fact, after he left Nan's house, he was not doing well.
Rong Fifth Master said, slowly moved his face to look for her lips, and after finding her lips, he gently bit on them.
He absorbed her breath and took everything about her on himself.
Nanhuang, who was lying on his body, gently responded to him, and Master Rong kissed him even tighter and more urgently.
The seat of the sofa is very small, too small for two people to squeeze in.
The man turned over, wrapped the woman under him, and hurriedly kissed her again.
Breathing is messed up.
After a long time, the man finally let go of her until the woman couldn't hold her breath anymore.
He got up, sat aside, touched his pocket, and then turned to ask the woman beside him for advice.
But before she could say anything, she saw the girl whose lips were red and swollen, her eyes sparkling, and her clothes were slightly messy after being kissed by him.
The words rolled down the throat, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Fifth Master Rong turned his head away, his suppressed voice hoarse. "I'm going out for a cigarette."
Then continued: "Can you?"
After a pause, he touched her cheek gently, and continued: "Are you unhappy?"
Nanhuang's wandering eyes gradually became focused. She looked at him and nodded. "Go."
The man bowed his head and kissed her forehead before getting up to smoke outside the room.
From the very beginning, Nanhuang knew that Rong Feng would restrain himself, no matter how emotional he was, he would not make it to the last step.
Because this is his mother's former residence.
He loves this place, so he will not desecrate it.
Nanhuang looked at the gentle eyes of the woman in the mural.
"Auntie, hello. I'm Nanhuang." She promised in her heart: "Don't worry, I will take good care of him for you."
(end of this chapter)