Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 36

Xue Yu was most afraid of being seen by others. His entire body turned red in an instant. His eyes were filled with sparkling water. He pushed the man away with his hands, looking pitiful: "Stop it."

But he was not very strong to begin with, and Song Raoxun was so engrossed that he didn't even hear what he said. He pushed twice and his hand went limp.

Xue Yu has never treated himself badly since he was young, and has never been frugal. His skin is white and his flesh is soft and tender. After being treated like this for so long, his face is red from the bumps.

"Song Raoxun..."

"Stop."

The prying eyes of outsiders were like a branding iron, which made Xue Yu only able to say these two sentences over and over again.

Song Raoxun had sweat on his forehead. He just touched the soft spring water in front of him, and his rationality was pulled out of his head. It seemed that his eyes could only accommodate that touch of white. In his ears were the rustling sound of the wind and the fragmented and distorted voice of the poor little thing.

The voice was soft, as if mixed with honey, and sounded extremely painful.

Song Raoxun now understood why the wealthy man would disregard the interests of his own family and give an ancient house of inestimable value to a person from another family. Any person with a weak will would do the same.

This is the ability of the young widow.

Song Raoxun was in a state of confusion, his breathing became heavier and heavier. Just as he was about to hold Xue Yu's fingers, the high and low sounds in his ears suddenly changed their tone, becoming dull and heavy, as if his mouth was covered by something.

The man's heart tightened instantly, and he reached out to lift the back of the young widow's hand that was covering his eyes. The young widow's hands and feet were weak, so he succeeded in one go. The expression on his face was revealed. Song Raoxun lowered his head and was stunned for a moment: "You..."

Xue Yu cried.

Each of his thick eyelashes was wet, his eyes were filled with moisture, the ends of his slender eyes with a slight upward arc were flushed red, and the water droplets gathered at the edges fell down like broken strings. The water marks from crying had not yet dried up, and new ones were covering them up.

There is absolutely no intention of stopping.

Xue Yu looks delicate and picky, but he actually seldom cries. At most his eyes would turn red. He has not cried since he came to this small village. The red eyes were only caused by anger, and that didn't happen often.

He didn’t expect that the first time he cried was because of a country bumpkin.

He has never even been to a big city and he has just a little more money than other poor peasants. How dare you treat him like this?

Let it not stop.

Xue Yu trembled and glanced at the door, until he saw that there was no one, his tense skin relaxed, but his tears continued to flow. He pursed his lips, and his tone became unpredictable because of the confused man in front of him: "I'll say it again, go away."

The untuneable sobs successfully extinguished Song Raoxun's impulse.

Every time Xue Yu fluttered his soft and sticky eyelashes and twitched his nose, his heart tightened for a moment.

"Sorry."

"Don't cry, don't be afraid of being angry?"

Xue Yu was still crying. Just now he was crying because he was shy when someone was looking at him but Song Raoxun didn't listen to him. Now he was crying purely because of the pain. His tears were flowing down like a faucet that was not tightened.