Little bastards and little beauties

The protagonist is a gangster who cheats men with his beauty. His life is very chaotic, hungry and full, and sometimes he is beaten by an angry man.

But just across the street from him, there is a quiet and elegant courtyard, in which lives a little beauty who lives a completely different life from him.

Once when the little gangster climbed over the wall and fell into the yard, he saw a little beauty in purple clothes, white as plain snow, eyes gray in rainy days, long hair like satin.He is as beautiful as a goblin, but he is as pure as snow.

The little gangsters are also good-looking, but the coquettish and flamboyant type, dressed as a woman, is also for the enchanting oiran.

The little beauty looked at the man who fell from the sky, without moving her eyelids, and silently pointed out the way for the little bastard to escape from there.

When the little gangster ran away, he found that the little beauty was sitting in a wheelchair.

Little Beauty can't go.

For a while, the little gangster felt a little sympathetic to him.

But soon he found that his sympathy was a bit redundant.

Although the little beauty has no legs, he is living a good life!

The little gangster then sneaked and hid by the wall when he was free, peeking through a small hole.

He found that the little beauty's life was not too good, she was in a bad mood and smashed the priceless jade pendant, playing with the window with pearls, and the servants held delicacies in front of him, just begging him to have a bite.

And all this seems to be because of a mysterious man.

The man was tall and handsome, with hawk-like eyes.As long as the little gangster saw him coming, he would hold his breath and concentrate for fear of being discovered.

Fortunately, this man doesn't come often.But every time he came back, he would accompany the little beauty. When the weather was fine, he would even massage the little beauty's legs, which could be called obedience.

He gave the little beauty the most noble life, and also gave all the tenderness.

The little gangster looked at it, envious of the little beauty.

He thought what was the use of having legs, he was not doing well at all.It's not as good as the little beauty, he would rather be crippled than live such a pampered life.

But although he was jealous of the little beauty, he didn't hate her.

Not only did he not hate it, but when he huddled in his leaky little house, he always thought of the misty gray eyes of the little beauty. It was very cold, but he felt gentle and compassionate.

The little bastard felt broken.

He finally couldn't help it, and touched under the little beauty's window again.The little beauty still remembered him and smiled at him.

The little beauty said that he actually knew that the little bastard had been peeking at the wall, and even covered the little bastard.

He passed the snacks to the little gangster through the wooden lattice window, pinched the soft snacks with plain white fingers, and fed them into the gangster's mouth.

"You're so pretty," he said to the punk.

The little gangster felt that his heart was beating faster, and he was really broken.

As the days passed, the little bastard became more familiar with the little beauty, but the little beauty became more and more ill, and she didn't often walk around in the yard.

The little gangster was talking to the little beauty by the wooden window, telling him that the flowers outside the city were blooming in spring, that the Zhang family's husband had sex with the old man two days ago, and that his daughter, hey, actually liked woman.

The little beauty listened with gusto, and passed tea to the little bastard through the window, asking him to continue talking.

The little gangster sometimes tells the little beauty that he envies his pampered life now.

The little beauty smiled in the window, "I envy you too."

The little gangster didn't understand why the little beauty envied him, "What's so good about me, although I have legs and can walk and jump, but my life is miserable and I was beaten."

He rolled up his sleeves to show the little beauty the scars on his hands, which were bruised and purple.

The little beauty looked at it, moved her face closer, and exhaled softly, the breath was soft, and the little gangster's heart was also soft.

When he was leaving that day, the little beauty grabbed him and gave him a small bag of pearls from the box for him to use.

"Don't do this anymore," said the little beauty, her voice was always gentle, "it hurts to be beaten."

The little bastard's heart is crisp.He collected the money hesitantly, thinking to himself what is this, the little beauty seems to be raised by others, and now he is being raised by the little beauty.

But the little beauty was very happy to see that he accepted it.

"I hope you're doing better." He said, touching the punk's face.

"If I were you, I would definitely go all the places." He looked at the little gangster with sadness in his eyes.

At this time, the little gangster didn't know what the little beauty meant.

He just found that the little beauty's health is getting worse and worse. The already thin person now looks slender than a willow, leaning on the soft bed crookedly, and can only listen to him.

He hoped that the little beauty would get well with all his heart, and even had the courage to sneak into the little beauty's room.

It was also a scene of two beauties who were so beautiful that they were close together. He hugged the little beauty and found that the little beauty smelled good, but she was also very thin.

But he also saw that there seemed to be a fingerprint on the slender and white neck of the little beauty.

But before he had time to ask anything, the little beauty pushed him in a panic.

The man with the hawk-like eyes came.

He had no time to run, so he could only hide under the bed.

The little beauty grabbed him and told him that no matter what happened, he must absolutely, absolutely not come out or make a sound.

—

He finally knew why the little beauty was so thin, and why he was never happy despite being well taken care of.

He saw the man who was usually obedient to the little beauty come in and tore the little beauty off the bed.

The little beauty was thrown on the ground, her clothes were torn clean, and her naked and snow-white body lay on the floor.

This white jade-like body is covered with eerie scars, of all kinds.

And on the little beauty's leg, another piece of meat had been gouged out.

The little bastard bit his wrist tightly.

He tasted blood, filling his mouth and dripping from his wrist to the floor.

But he feels no pain.

He watched helplessly as the little beauty was randomly bent up by the man on the floor, regardless of how weak he was.

He saw the man burn the red-hot iron on the little beauty's body, the plain snow-like skin gave off a burning breath.

He also saw that after the man tortured the little beauty, he cut the little beauty's wrist with a knife and took a bowl of blood.

Then the man gently hugged the little beauty, applied medicine to clean it up, and gently kissed the little beauty's pale lips.

"Be good, I'll come to see you next time." The man's voice was as low and gentle as usual, "I heard that you are not happy to throw things anymore, may I give you some more?"

The little beauty couldn't speak, he was put on the bed by the man, and he was stuffed into the quilt pitifully.

Then the man took the bowl of blood and left without looking back.

The little bastard heard the sound of the door closing.

He crawled out from under the bed with scarlet eyes and a deep, bloody tooth mark on his hand.

His lips were also red and covered with blood.

The little beauty looked at him on the bed, tears and cold sweat all over her face.

"I hurt so much, you hug me." He said to the little gangster.

The little gangster didn't dare to hug him at all, so he could only wrap him in his arms vainly.

On the little beauty's body, there was only the smell of blood and the bitter smell of medicine.

The little gangster hugged him and looked out of the wooden lattice window. The cherry blossoms were in bloom, soft pink, as beautiful as a fairyland on earth.

"I want to take you away." The little gangster said.

"I take care of you, I do everything to feed you, you come with me, okay?"

The little beauty was very happy to hear that, and he leaned into the little gangster's arms, feeling so secure before.

But he couldn't go.

This man who kept him in captivity.

It is the king of Dong'an.

The king of Dong'an has a sweetheart whom he can't ask for, because of high power, the king of Dong'an can't get it in his hands.

Then he got the little beauty presented by his subordinates, who had a face very similar to his sweetheart.

Moreover, the little beauty came from Medicine King Valley.The blood on the body is a nourishing holy product.

King Dong'an has a violent temper. He kept the little beauty far away from his sweetheart outside the city. Once stabbed by his sweetheart, he would use the little beauty to vent his anger.

He watched the little beauty struggling in pain, and the resentment in his heart was healed, and he returned to a gentle and polite manner, facing his sweetheart.

"He broke my leg, just because his sweetheart didn't want what he gave." The little beauty leaned in the little gangster's arms, as if talking about other people's affairs.

"Recently, his sweetheart got sick for some reason, and it was very serious. He took my blood to nourish his sweetheart."

The little beauty smiled sadly, and touched the little gangster's hand, "So don't envy me, this is not a good day."

"This is clearly, purgatory."

—

In the days to come, the punks would still visit the little beauty, but they would be more cautious.

King Dong'an's sweetheart has been getting worse and worse recently, so he comes to the little beauty more frequently.

The little gangster can only touch it in the middle of the night.

He and the little beauty kissed through the window, a hasty and anxious kiss, mixed with the smell of tears and the fragrance of flowers, both of them had soft lips, the same fair and beautiful face, and they were entwined through the wooden window. Slender fingers together.

The little beauty looked at the face of the little bastard who was blocked outside the wooden lattice window, and was dazed. He thought that this person was really nice, better than everyone he had ever seen.

Under the hazy moonlight, he saw the little bastard's eyes full of pity for him, that love was real, the pain was real, and it couldn't be faked.

The little bastard liked him, he knew it.

He thought, it would be great if this person was his.

He is willing to wander around with him, it doesn't matter if he has a simple meal or not enough to eat, as long as he can fall asleep in this person's arms at night, he is willing to give everything in exchange.

He laughed sadly, pulled out a peacock hairpin from his head, and stuffed it into the little rascal's hand.

"That person gave me all my things, and only this hairpin is mine." He forbade the gangster, "It was left to me by my mother. This is all I have. You mustn't dislike it."

The little gangster held the hairpin tightly, he knew he had to leave.

"Wait for me a little longer, just a little longer, and I will definitely take you away." The little gangster looked at him beggingly through the window, "I will take you away right away."

The little beauty watched him from the window.

"Would you like to come tomorrow?" The little beauty said softly, "King Dong'an won't be here tomorrow, it's his sweetheart's birthday. I think..."

"I miss you, you hug me." He kissed the little gangster's hand through the window, and looked over gently with a pair of gray eyes.

The little bastard agreed.

When he left, he looked at this elegant little courtyard from the outside. At that time, he was still a gangster who made a living by cheating everywhere, envious of the pampered life of the little beauty.

Now he hated himself for being so weak and unable to bring the little beauty out of this golden cage.

He went back to his dilapidated little house, he was a low class person, he knew nothing, he was not proficient in anything, but he was born good at escaping.

He didn't tell the little beauty that he didn't grow up in the capital at all. He used to live in the northernmost town and was the son of god in that town.

When he was about to be killed to sacrifice to heaven, he escaped and fled all the way to the capital.

Since he can run once, he can run a second time.

He had already entrusted someone to buy a piece of land in Minzhou. He planned to steal the little beauty out, walk by water, avoid the area under the jurisdiction of King Dong'an, bypass Yingzhou, and finally go to Minzhou.

He will work hard in the future, he will not be a gangster anymore, whether he is a farmer or a woodcutter, he will guard the little beauty for the rest of his life.