damaged

Nie Chuan always told Arlene "don't get close to her", before that, Arlene had been following her.

Arlene was hiding in Wanchun's yard when Tang Muyang suddenly came over and squatted in front of Arlene.She looked no different from anyone else.She is beautiful, far more beautiful than most of the people who insult her.

Seeing that Arlene showed no signs of leaving, she sat down beside her.Tang Muyang wanted to get closer to Arlene, but she moved away.

Tang Muyang was a little embarrassed by Arlene's unfamiliar movements.

Arlene watched from the corner of her eye, she covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes were rolling unsteadily.

After an unknown amount of time, the silence between the two was broken by her long sigh.

"I think. You can touch my hair."

Tang Muyang said this suddenly.

She likes Nie Chuan very much, and only talks to Nie Chuan.

I don’t know how many times I’ve seen Arlene standing in the distance. She knelt on the ground and lay on Nie Chuan’s lap like a docile cat, letting Nie Chuan caress her hair with a satisfied look on her face. Happy look.She snuggled up to Nie Chuan, just like a cat and dog snuggle up to their owner.

She would even rub her cheek against Nie Chuan's body like a pet, expressing her love with such intimate behaviors.

"She doesn't look like a person at all." Arlene has heard this sentence mixed with playful ridicule when Tang Muyang's name was mentioned in countless conversations.

She is indeed like a kitten picked up by the roadside.

……

In the dark night, she suddenly crashed into the road like a sack.

The sound of angry horns and the friction of tires and concrete roads are intertwined with the rapid braking.

Fortunately, Nie Chuan's car finally stopped beside her, only a hair's breadth away.

"Are you fucking sick?" Nie Chuan's scolding voice echoed in the air, he turned over and jumped out of the car, angrily stomping on the person who inexplicably barged in front of her.

Nie Chuan's anger dissipated when he got out of the car and saw her.

From the corner of the headlights, she loomed in front of Nie Chuan.

……

"I'm sorry, I've never seen such a good-looking person."

Whenever he mentioned this, Nie Chuan always sighed.

Nie Chuan bit the straw and looked at Tang Muyang who was adjusting the strings beside him.No one knew why, but she was always able to respond to Nie Chuan's gaze in time.

Nie Chuan then smiled jokingly at Tang Muyang.

Tang Muyang thought it was Nie Chuan who was calling her, so he stood up and was about to come, but Nie Chuan hurriedly persuaded him: "No, no, just sit there. My little sheep."

The old and new customers around Nie Chuan would laugh at this time and have a deeper conversation with Nie Chuan, while looking up and down at Tang Muyang with those strange eyes.

As if it was a plaything, kept here.

Her real name was originally "Tang Mu Ning", but Nie Chuan felt that it sounded awkward to her ears, so she changed "Ning" to "Yang".It means docile.

"After that, I brought her here, and Ashin made a meal for her."

Nie Chuan looked down at the wine glass, lazily using the straw to slowly stir the ice cubes in the glass, making a nice crashing sound.

……

Arlene was about to leave that day when the sound of vehicles came from the yard.No other vehicles are allowed here, only Nie Chuan.

Arlene and Ashin went up to the door, and Nie Chuan bouncingly took Tang Muyang's hand and greeted us.

"Hey! Look what I found?"

She stretched out her hand against Tang Muyang's waist, and pushed her forward forcefully, pushing her from behind Nie Chuan to the two of them.

With timidity and vigilance, she subconsciously hid behind Nie Chuan, her eyes fixed on us.

"Who is she?" Ashin asked.

Nie Chuan chuckled, raised his hand to rest on her head, rumpled her fluffy and messy hair without hesitation, and said, "My kitten."

She was in pain from being pulled by Nie Chuan, and her face twitched.

Nie Chuan was talking with Ashin, his hand still on her head.

Because she was much taller than Nie Chuan, she bent her body slightly, responding to Nie Chuan's movements.

Her clothes were ragged and muddy, lumpy in places.

His hair was disheveled, and through the light of the bar behind him, he could faintly see something white wriggling in the gap.

One sleeve of her dress was ripped from the shoulder, and there was a hideous gash on the shoulder, scabbed and cracked.

Scarlet blood was overflowing from it, flowing along the line of her arm, and slipping down her fingertips, smashing to the ground drop by drop.

She felt my gaze, followed her gaze, and timidly took two steps back.