His One Love

Chapter 38

Lu Wanwan moved his hand away and said, "Don't pinch my ear, it's extremely annoying."

But Shen Yi couldn't be shaken off no matter what she did, his cool fingers went down along the line, he lightly clutched the back of her neck, his eyes looked dark. He lightly smiled as he said: "I feel like you have gained weight."

Her complexion also looked more rosy compared to the previous few months, unlike before where she looked ghastly somber.

Lu Wanwan twisted her sore neck, when a girl was told she was fat, she certainly wouldn't feel happy in her heart, her face turned taut, "I am not fat."

Shen Yi said, "You still look beautiful even if you've gained weight."

Lu Wanwan made a sinister smile: "I don't believe you one bit."

The words coming from the mouth of a man, one really couldn't believe a single word of it.

The sixteen or seventeen year old Shen Yi said he would treat her well for a lifetime.

The newspaper matter passed without making any wave.

Lu Wanwan didn't sleep well for several days in a row, she kept having nightmares after nightmares.

The images were inarticulate, on-and-off. As soon as she closed her eyes, she was being locked up for more than a decade, in the darkness, with no end nor any hope in sight.

She saw herself lying on Shen Yi's lap, her face was white as if she had contracted a very serious illness, her smile was stiff, her eyes blurry and her fingers were held tightly in the man's hand.

Shen Yi's hand was on her waist. Lowering his head, he whispered something something in her ear, what was he saying?

Lu Wanwan already couldn't remember clearly, it was probably some trivial matter.

He very much liked to change her clothes himself, he would decide on his own all kinds of colors and styles of clothing for her.

Shen Yi was an autocratic dictator, he completely ruled her life. Every night, he read her fairy tales, blew her hair for her and coaxed her to sleep.

Occasionally, when he felt like it, he would also talk to her more than usual.

Most of the time, he didn't talk much, he could hold her in his arms for an entire day without saying a word.

When Lu Wanwan was in a bad mood, when she refused to open her mouth, when she watched two more episodes on the TV, he would always get upset.

Lu Wanwan was already confusing the past with the future. She would wake up with her head covered in sweat and palpitations that would last a long time, that was a fear rooted deep inside.

She even felt like that what she was seeing was not the past, but something that was really going to happen later.

When Lu Zhouzhi called her, there was a knife in front of Lu Wanwan, the blade was sharp, the bathtub was filled with warm water.

Lu Wanwan was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, when she slowly closed her eyes, the image that emerged was very bloody.

The destitute woman was sitting in the snow, her face was blue and white, like the dead. A car rushed by, running over her already cold body. The snow-white ground turned red with blood.

Right at the moment when she picked up the knife, ready to strike at herself. A call from Lu Zhouzhi popped up.

As she opened her eyes, the brewing atmosphere was instantly dispelled, and she declined the phone call with a puff of anger.