My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 24. The Little Poor Soul Who Escaped Danger

Chapter 23. The little pitiful one who escaped a disaster. . .

Cheng Qingzhi's heart felt as if it had suddenly fallen into an icy cave, with boundless cold water pouring into his body, freezing him into a block of ice.

That voice was nothing if not familiar to him, it was the voice he had yearned for day and night, even in his dreams.

But he never expected that Cheng Songer's voice would appear in this instant.

There was no trace of tenderness from the past, only a cold and emotionless interrogation.

"I'm asking you, what are you doing?" she asked in a deep voice, furrowing her brows fiercely.

He suddenly panicked, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

At this moment, his mind was buzzing, and his ears were filled with a piercing noise.

He didn't answer, as if a heinous criminal had been sentenced to death, all his strength drained away, unable to respond to her words.

What could he answer anyway?

In such a miserable state, with such shameless behavior, an act even the lowest servant in the brothel wouldn't do, he was caught red-handed by her.

She discovered his dirtiest side, she discovered that this disgusting him was actually defiling her, what would she think of him?

Would she regret coming to his side to save him?

Would she leave?

"I'm sorry." His voice choked and trembled, tears uncontrollably streaming down.

The immense fear made his body uncontrollably tremble, his knees seemed to be shattered bit by bit, affecting every nerve, every inch of flesh and bone in his body, he knelt down weakly on the broken porcelain, emitting a heavy and fragile sound.

"You-" Cheng Songer's face turned pale in shock, "What are you doing?"

Isn't it just stealing food? Why make such a big fuss? It startled her.

She hurriedly pulled him up from the ground, but he, almost torn apart by fear, was too weak to stand up. He held her hand and pleaded hoarsely, "Songer, I was wrong, I'm sorry, can you forgive me? Don't leave."

"Okay, okay, I forgive you." Cheng Songer held his hand and gently patted his thin back, comforting him, "Don't cry, don't cry, get up quickly."

What is she forgiving? Forgiving him for eating leftovers? She's not a miser, it's just eating leftovers, it's not a big deal.

She was a little angry just now, but she was angry because Cheng Qingzhi didn't take care of his own body. He would rather eat her leftovers than treat himself to something delicious.

Isn't he torturing himself?

After finally calming down Cheng Qingzhi, who was on the verge of a breakdown, she helped him sit on a small stool.

Cheng Qingzhi, who had just cried, had red eyes, trembling gaze, and if you looked closely, there were some uneasy bloodshot veins in his eyes. His hair was wet and sticky on the side of his face from tears.

Sharp pieces of porcelain pierced his clothes and stuck into his knees. She pulled them out one by one, and throughout the whole process, Cheng Qingzhi remained obediently silent.

She wanted to check the injury on his knee, but considering male dignity. . . He wouldn't even let anyone see his feet normally, so naturally, his knees would be off-limits too.