Han Hao paused for a moment, then said, "I don't regret it. As long as you let Xiao Li go, I'll agree to anything you ask of me."
Duanmu Que sneered. He looked at me, who was still under his body. He leaned forward and kissed me hard on the cheek. I dodged and pushed him away with all my might. Duanmu Que looked at me and said, "I didn't expect him to care about you that much. But what about you? Who do you care about? Is it me or him? "Duanmu Que's words caused me to freeze.
I covered my chest with both hands and turned my head, not daring to look at Duanmu Que. Tears were still flowing from the corners of my eyes. Han Hao seemed to understand something. He said through the phone, "Xiao Que, I told you, I'll listen to anything you say. Let Xiao Li go. What are you doing now?"
Duanmu Que looked at me and said into the phone, "Han Hao, I won't do anything to Xiao Li. Also, please don't call me again for 24 hours. Otherwise, the more you don't want anything to happen, the more I'll do something to her." Then Duanmu Que was about to hang up.
I heard the other side of the phone yell, "Wait, Xiao Que! Wait, Xiao Que! Don't hang up! "
Duanmu Que asked doubtfully, "What else do you want?"
Han Hao lowered his voice and said softly, "Can you let me talk to Xiao Li? Just for a moment. "
Duanmu Que looked at me and sneered. He handed me the phone and said, "Here, Han Hao wants to talk to you." I turned my head and took the phone. My tears couldn't stop flowing.
I took the phone and held back my tears. With a sobbing voice, I said to Han Hao, "Han Hao, don't worry. I'm fine. Don't worry."
Han Hao paused. I heard him say softly, "Xiao Li, don't cry. I might not be able to call you for a while. You have to be good and protect yourself. Xiao Que already promised me that he won't do anything to you. If he does bully you, tell me. I'll fight him with my life."
I nodded and said into the phone, "I know. I'll protect myself. You too."
Before I could finish, Duanmu Que snatched the phone from my hand and hung up impatiently. He looked at me and said, "If you want to show off your love, do it when we meet. Don't be all lovey-dovey in front of me. You're still lying on my bed. Don't you know that?" I looked at Duanmu Que and didn't look at him anymore. He left my body. I quickly pulled the blanket over myself. My heart was tired and my head hurt.
I listened to Duanmu Que's footsteps. It seemed he had left the bedroom. I let out a sigh of relief. It was like a nightmare. There was sweetness and fear. I stopped crying and quietly lay on the bed. My shirt was torn, and I didn't know how to get out of bed. After a while, I heard footsteps again. Duanmu Que should be back. I turned my back to the door and didn't look at him. I didn't want to look at him.
Duanmu Que walked to the bedside and threw a piece of clothing on the bed. He looked at me and said, "Get up and eat something. I found you some of my clothes. Put them on first." I grabbed the clothes and took off the pieces that were hanging on my body. After changing, I sat up. Duanmu Que carried a small table and placed it in front of me. Then, he placed the dishes on the table. Although the plates weren't big, each dish was exquisite. It seemed Duanmu Que's cooking wasn't bad.
He handed me a pair of chopsticks and said, "Eat. I don't know if it suits your appetite. If it doesn't, I'll find someone to make it for you."
I lowered my head and ate. Duanmu Que kept putting food into my bowl. I could feel his eyes on me, but I kept my head down and didn't dare to look at him. I carefully tasted Duanmu Que's food. It tasted good. Although I didn't have a big appetite, I felt like I had eaten a lot. When I was almost done, I put the chopsticks on the table and leaned against the headboard to look out the window. It was almost dusk, and the setting sun shone on the trees in the courtyard. The scenery was beautiful.
Duanmu Que saw that I had finished eating, so he moved the small table downstairs. I could vaguely hear the noise downstairs. Thinking about how a young master like Duanmu Que would never do such crude household chores, it was hard to imagine what kind of scene it would be. Looking at the scenery outside the window, I wanted to go out for a walk. I lifted the blanket and got off the bed. I grabbed one of his jackets and put it on. When I walked out of the bedroom and reached the staircase, I saw Duanmu Que coming upstairs with a plate of fruit. We looked at each other. He was stunned at first, then asked softly, "What do you want to do?"
I looked at him and answered, "I want to take a walk in the courtyard. I've been lying down for a long time. I want to take a walk."
Duanmu Que looked at me and held out his hand. "Let's go. I'll go with you." I looked at Duanmu Que's outstretched hand. At first, I hesitated, but in the end, I reached out and put my hand on his. Duanmu Que held my hand, and I slowly walked towards him. This feeling was just like when he had married me.
Duanmu Que held the plate of fruit in one hand and pulled me with the other. He was afraid that I would lose my balance and fall. The two of us walked out of the room and into the front yard. The afterglow of the setting sun had yet to disperse, and the fragrance of the flowers in the yard wafted over. It was the same scene as when I had been here before. There was a swing in the corner of the yard, which I had requested to be designed. I walked over. Although I had built it, I hadn't played here for a long time.
Duanmu Que could tell what I was thinking. He put the plate of fruit on the stone table and looked at me. "Do you want to play?" I turned to look at Duanmu Que. I thought for a moment, then nodded.
Duanmu Que held my hand and helped me onto the swing. I tightly held onto the hemp rope on both sides of the swing. Duanmu Que gently pushed my back, and I swung. Although the swing was small, I was very happy. It was as if I had returned to the time when I was young. I couldn't help but smile, and I was very happy.
Duanmu Que saw me smile, and his face broke into a smile as well. It was a smile that I hadn't seen in a long time. It was a smile that was different from his usual cold and evil smile. It was a smile that came from the bottom of his heart. I turned to look at Duanmu Que, and I felt a little shy. "Thank you," I whispered.
Duanmu Que stopped what he was doing. He reached out and hugged me from behind. "It's a very strange feeling. I don't know why, but I really want to see you smile. Your smile is more beautiful than the flowers in this yard. But every time you show me, you show me an expression of fear, disappointment, and helplessness."
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