queen hard bow

When I was very young, my mother forced me to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and asked me to do things that a lady should do. Even if I didn’t like it, I didn’t know how to resist, and gradually accepted my mother’s thoughts , into a beautiful and dignified girl.

Most of the time when I was with my mother, she would put her arms around me and tell me that I would marry a gentle man in the future, and that man would love me extra, just like his father loved her.

Although I didn't fully understand it at that time, when it came to my father, I was ignorant and seemed to understand it, so when I had free time, I still couldn't help but fantasize about it.

I think my husband-in-law should have thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a tough outline. He might like to put his arms around my waist, sticking to my ear and talking to me countless sweet words.

Every time I think about it, there will be a trace of heat on my cheeks.

I thought that under the arrangement of my parents, I would meet such a person one day, but I didn't expect... an accidental fire changed everything...

That day... I released the tears I had held back for several years in the raging fire. Thick smoke penetrated into my ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. My mother searched for the sound and blocked me with a wet handkerchief. nose and mouth, she held me in her arms, avoiding the fire that hit her face.

I was a little tired, my head was dizzy, I just felt her stroking my hair and whispering in my ear: "Xiao Yi, it's okay, don't cry, everything will be fine..."

Under her comfort, my emotions gradually stabilized. I thought that everything would be fine as she said, but when the flames struck again, she threw me into the bucket, and the cold water made my eyes blur. black…

***

I sat up abruptly, and what I saw was still darkness...

"Well, what's wrong?"

My movement awakened the people around me, and only when I heard his voice did I realize that I was dreaming again...

"How did I get into bed?"

He stretched, propped himself up, rubbed his eyes, and looked suspiciously at the obscene clothes on his body.

The memories of yesterday came flooding back. I didn't expect that I would fall asleep while stroking a man's face. Thinking of it this way, I felt a little shy.

He noticed my blushing cheeks, as if he understood something, but didn't say much, he wiped the sweat from my forehead very gently.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

Since the death of my parents, it was the first time someone treated me like this. I remembered his warm embrace that day. There is nostalgia...

I bit my lip to get rid of this unexpected emotion, but I had to nod obediently, which was my answer to his question.

"It's okay, it's okay."

He put my messy hair behind his ears, his voice was very soft, as if he was comforting me, his smile appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a little at ease.

I want to say thank you to him, but I don't know how to say it.

Maybe he saw that I didn't show much expression, so he just got up and sat by the bed and put on his clothes.

A trace of air-conditioning got into the quilt, I shivered, hearing that he seemed to be leaving, I became terrified in my heart, as if I became myself again in an instant, I didn't want that, so I stretched out my hand and grabbed him His arm was afraid that he would hit me, so it retracted after just touching it. I couldn't help but retreat, trying to curl up to reduce the scope of the beating.

The expected pain did not appear...

That's when I remembered that he was... different from others.

I hid there and opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to speak.

After hesitating for a long time, I raised my head and said timidly, "Yes... I'm sorry... I... stained your clothes... I..."

Before I finished speaking, I was pulled into my arms. Although I didn't want to think about it, my body struggled instinctively.

He hugged me tightly, didn't speak, just combed my long hair again and again...

My movements are getting smaller... smaller and smaller until they disappear...

"Do you remember this hug? If I really want you dirty, why did I hold you tight when I rescued you..."

Listening to his words, I felt a little itchy nose, as if something had slipped out of my eyes, and I couldn't wipe it off no matter how much I rubbed it, I couldn't help it again... burst into tears...

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I haven't coded for a long time, and the speed is much slower...