Chapter 583
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The bottle of shower gel in her hand was clearly used up, but she still squeezed with all her might. In the end, when she realized that she couldn't squeeze anything out, she tossed the bottle aside. Then, she reached out and casually grabbed one of the unopened bottles on the shelf.
She squeezed half a bottle into the shower gel and started to rub it on her body.
Since she had been in the water for too long, her skin was wrinkled. She had been rubbing her skin like that for who knew how long. Some parts of her skin were already bleeding from the rubbing.
Due to his proximity, Su Zhinian could see a trace of disgust between Song Qingchun's brows.
Other people might not understand that kind of disgust, but he did.
She was complaining about how dirty he was.
Because when he was young, he was once pinned down by a middle-aged woman and carelessly kissed and groped like she was tonight … At that time, he was just like her now, desperately wiping his skin until it turned red, until it bled, but he still felt very, very dirty.
Su Zhinian lowered his eyes and pressed his lips together. Then, he walked forward to snatch the shower gel away from her hands.
She seemed to be frightened by something. She suddenly raised her head and shouted in a sharp voice, "Give it back to me!"
Then, she stood up from the bathtub and reached out to snatch it from him.
Su Zhinian was afraid that she would fall, so he grabbed her arm and tossed the tub to the side. She tried to reach for the tub again, so Su Zhinian pulled her into his embrace. He stopped her from struggling and said softly, "Alright, let's not bathe anymore."
She mumbled, "It's not … dirty …" as she struggled in his embrace.
Her blouse was already torn, and when she was soaking in the bathtub, it automatically fell off her body. Her skirt was wet and stuck to her body. After moving around in his arms for a while, his shirt and pants were completely soaked.
Su Zhinian hugged her tightly and did not let go no matter how hard she struggled.
She was unable to escape from his grasp, and her tears started to fall again. The strength that she used to push him away weakened as she cried.
Su Zhinian did not say anything. Instead, his arms that were around her tightened slightly and hugged her even tighter.
His silent action made her give up struggling. She nestled in his arms as if she had found someone to rely on. As if she had suffered a great grievance, she burst into tears.
He stood quietly before the bathtub, holding her in his arms, accompanying her.
Her cries were like knives, slicing open bloody gashes on his chest.
His heart ached when she cried, but he knew she would be sad if he did not let her out, so he allowed her to do as she pleased.
She cried on his chest for a long time until her throat was hoarse. Then, Su Zhinian raised his hand to pat her back to comfort her.
Even though he did not say a word, the rhythmic pats made her cry slowly stop.
Through their embrace, Su Zhinian could feel that her emotions had returned to normal. Then, he slowly pulled her out of his embrace, held her swollen face in his hands, and used his thumb to wipe away the tears on her face.
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