forced to be loved (nph)

She can't do the "careful" and "calm" that Mr. Moon calls.

"Can you get me a set of clothes?"
Shen Yan moved her body slightly, avoiding the male fingers who were touching her back. After feeling the tiresome heat leaving her, she proposed what she wanted most now. thing.
Bright skylight came in from outside.
She was naked and naked, sullying the pure light into something that adorned her.
"Of course."
Mr. Moon's smile was gentle and his eyebrows were clean, as if he had just discovered it. The blush on his face was even heavier, and he hurried out of the door.
"I'll go get it for you now!"
Shen Yan watched his figure disappear in front of him little by little.
The golden hairpin on the lower body was still uncomfortable, but Shen Yan felt that it was not unbearable.
The only thing on her body was something sharp and sharp.
"Bring it back."
He came back with a pile of clothes.
There are shirts, pants, skirts, and coats.
The color is also different, red or pure white or ink.
All are monochrome.
Shen Yan took the shirt and trousers, but felt that he couldn't bear the innocent and pure gaze of the other party, and couldn't wait to wrap himself up.
"That's it."
Mr. Moon smiled.
He did not snatch the clothes in Shen Yan's hands, his eyes still showed a 12-point softness, and he spoke softly and softly as if asking for Shen Yan's opinion.
He is a very beautiful young man, and his eyes are also cautious at this time, ordinarily, he should look likeable.
Shen Yan felt unbearable.
But there's no need to argue with him. He took the red dress he pointed to and entered the bathroom of this room.
Lean back against the door.
Shen Yan didn't say a word.
Just cold tears fell down his cheeks drop by drop.
Shen Yan waved his hand away, put on a long skirt, and looked at the person in the mirror.
The face is red and the tip of the nose is red.
There was a soft water light in his eyes, and he looked lovable.
Shen Yan originally thought that after many days, no matter how beautiful her face was, it would wither, but her face in the mirror was better than before.
More and more thrilling.
She is not a beautiful woman who doesn't know herself. From childhood to adulthood, she knew very well how she looked. Otherwise, even if she studied well and was admitted to a famous school, she could not provide any resources for future juniors just because of her terrible background. In the family situation, there shouldn't be so many boys who seem very good to the outside world chasing her.
She also accepted it calmly.
They don't ask people for money and treasures directly like some smart girls, and they don't intend to be courteous to older but more mature and powerful men.
The object of Shen Yan's relationship has always been a boy of the same age who can be beneficial to her and can be named in the name of love.
Reckless, flippant, willful.
Cheerful, sincere, firm.
Such existence is a good thing and a bad thing.
Thinking so much is not because Shen Yan thinks her love history is interesting or memorable, but even if she feels it—after seeing Mr. Moon again—it may be a mistake she once made.
Not Mr. Moon himself.
Instead.
Her eyes grew firmer.
Actually, I want to play stupid.
Isn't it bad to pretend to be stupid?
Mr. Moon is also pretending to be stupid. Maybe he thinks it's funny that she is compromising, or maybe he simply treats her as a fool.
There is no humiliation in being treated as a fool.
Being looked down upon, and being unguarded by others.
"I want to do this,"
she said softly, telling herself, a little bit of firming up her resolve.
It doesn't matter if you get killed.
Even if you fall into the cage of lust again.
She smashed the glass, using all kinds of bottles and jars she could find, many of which were useful.
So, this is Mr. Moon's room.
The sound of smashing glass was loud and clear, but no one came in.
Is it guarding outside the door, or... the soundproofing of this bathroom is just as good.
Shen Yan smiled weakly.
I feel that my body has lost its strength under many days of indulgence.
Soft like a pile of white cotton, I don't know when it will become a tough cotton thread.
She picked up a piece of debris from the ground and held it in her palm.
I don't want to be stupid anymore.
Knowing that an adult should be calm and restrained, there is nothing wrong with being vain and arrogant, and there is nothing wrong with being a fool in the eyes of a man if he can benefit.
Shen Yan walked out.
Knowing that I can't do the "be careful", "calm", "everything is fine" that Mr. Moon said.
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