The woman holding him didn't say anything, but the force on her hands was tighter, and she seemed to be lying down with her.

The thunder outside the window became less and less, but the rain became louder and louder, and it was pouring onto the eaves.

Fu Beixing looked down at the girl beside him, his thin lips tightly pursed. After a long time, he couldn't bear to look at the faint scars anymore, so he stretched out his hand to try to pull her clothes up.

The warm fingertips fell on her shoulders, and the woman lying suddenly opened her eyes and sat up like a carp.

"What are you going to do?" she stared at him.

Fu Beixing's hand was still stopped in the air, and he was caught off guard and met Jiang Yu'an's gaze. He was neither too much nor too much.

After a moment, he still withdrew his hand and moved his gaze away, "You are not wearing your clothes well, just do it."

She got up suddenly, and her white shirt slid down from her shoulders, and the faint whiteness in the darkness made people dare not look at it.

The woman seemed a little puzzled, lowered her head slowly, then slowly frowned, as if she couldn't understand his words, and did not move.

It was only then that Fu Beixing realized something was wrong with her.

"Jiang Yu'an?"

Fu Beixing raised his hand and waved it in front of her.

Another flash of lightning flashed outside the house.

The light and shadow flew, and she blinked, but her eyes were particularly clear, and she would not have any other emotions except staring at him.

It was like having been stripped of soul, leaving only a body.

Fu Beixing pursed his lips, and suddenly he didn't have the time to see the scene that was originally burning. He just silently sorted out her clothes and buttoned up the pulled buttons.

She was obedient and quietly knelt in front of him and allowed him to serve him.

Until the button on the top was about to be tied up by him, his soft voice finally overflowed.

"I don't want this, it's very uncomfortable."

She moved her neck, avoiding Fu Beixing's movements, and her frowning looked like a child who was still unreasonable.

Fu Beixing raised his hand and had the urge to touch her head, but he finally held it back.

He looked at her silently for a while and asked, "Jiang Yuan, how old are you... now?"

In psychological psychoanalysis, there have been cases in which normal people will temporarily lose part of their memory in extreme fear or special circumstances, leaving themselves in another state to protect themselves.

Fu Beixing didn't know what she had experienced to become like this, but it was certain that what she had endured must be more cruel and terrifying than he thought.

Another thunder exploded outside the window, which scared the woman in front of her.

She trembled and then looked around, as if she could not find a hidden object that could be hidden. Her eyes were a little confused and she could only hold her legs tightly.

The summer rain was rapid, as if it was hitting Fu Beixing's heart, causing a burst of pain.

He lowered his head and picked up the thin quilt, trying to cover Jiang Yu'an, but the figure approached, and the woman in front of him suddenly hugged her head and made a whine like a cub in her mouth.

"Don't hit me, I can give you money, give you everything, give it all..."

I first said it in Chinese, and then quickly said it in foreign languages.

Fu Beixing's movements froze in the air like this.

His throat was a little tight, and the sound he made was almost word by word, "Don't be afraid if you don't hit you, huh?"

Jiang Yuan raised his head slightly from his arms, and his dark eyes were filled with fear, "Really... really, don't you hit me?"

Careful temptation.

Fu Beixing nodded in a hoarse voice and pulled the quilt upwards, "No one will bully you, don't be afraid, it's all gone."

He patiently coaxed slowly, "If you don't believe me, look around. Is it the room you live in? There are no bad people."

Jiang Yuan really followed his words and looked around, and his vigilance slowly relaxed, but he still did not feel completely relaxed.

However, compared to just now, the situation has improved a lot.

“My room.”

She repeated it without emotion and got into the quilt.

Fu Beixing's heart was slightly raised and he said as she said, "There will be no bad people in your room, and there will be no one to hit you. Let's go to bed, okay?"

The rain outside the window is getting smaller and there is no longer a rapid knock. Only occasionally large raindrops fall and hit the eaves.

Jiang Yu'an didn't sleep, looking at him with clear and clean eyes, "Did you drive away the bad guy?"

Without waiting for Fu Beixing to answer, the woman suddenly leaned out her hand and grabbed him, and the deer eyes that were soaked with water were staring at her.

"I'm still so scared. Can you sleep with me? I dare not sleep."

Fu Beixing frowned, his face hesitant.

Jiang Yuan on the bed had already given up his seat, pitifully, "Would you please not be next to you, as long as you are by your side."

Fu Beixing lowered his eyes and met her eyes. For a moment, he heard a low sound overflowing from his chest: "Okay."

A smile appeared on the woman's bright face. She immediately lay down beside her, took a pillow and separated it in the middle, and sweared: "Don't worry, I won't touch you."

It seemed as if he was afraid that Fu Beixing would be taken half of the advantage.

The haze in the man's eyes also disappeared, and he couldn't help but bend his lips, then bent over and took a pillow and lay down on her side.

Perhaps because she was really not afraid anymore, the woman quickly closed her eyes and held the pillow that had been twisted from the sofa and breathed calmly.

Fu Beixing looked at her side, taking advantage of the drowsy light outside the house.

His eyes fell on the small scar on her forehead, making his eyes slightly darker. I thought it would be the only scar on her body, but I never thought it would become the smallest trace on her body.

He withdrew his gaze, watched the ceiling slowly empty his brain, and listened to the sound of rain outside the house without any sleepiness.

I don’t know how long it took, but when the sleepiness finally came, a furry head suddenly rubbed into my arms, carrying a soft fragrance.

Fu Beixing frowned and subconsciously raised his hand, but when he thought of something, he let it go.

But that little bit of hazy sleepiness completely dissipated.

The woman's arms were wrapped tightly, as if she was treating him as a large doll, her soft limbs were wrapped around him, and her head was looking for a comfortable place to lean on her.

Fu Beixing was not Liu Xiahui. The place where Jiang Yu'an was attached to it seemed to be on fire, which made him unable to help but want to lift the quilt.

He pursed his lips and tried to pull her away carefully.

The low thunder buzzed, the woman in her arms trembled again, and her arms shrank tighter.

Thinking about it, it stopped the movement.

So I listened to the sound of rain all night and didn't think about anything else, and finally fell asleep when dawn was approaching.

Jiang Yuan had a good dream all night.

When I woke up the next day, the weather was clear. At a moment, rainwater from the branches of trees gathered and fell under the eaves, making a sound.

It sounds quite memorable.

After listening for about seven or eight times with his eyes closed, Jiang Yu'an opened his eyes with satisfaction.
Chapter completed!