I don't know when I fell asleep, but I woke up and found that it was already dawn.
I tried to move my body. Although I was able to move, I felt like I fell apart and felt painful.
I clenched my fists tightly, trying to force myself not to think about finishing what happened, but to no avail, I was turning over and over in my head with that kind of unbearable picture.
"Woke up?"
When I came back to my senses, Chu Mengfan had already opened the door and entered with a bowl of hot porridge.
I didn't want to see his disgusting broken face for a while, so I turned my head to the other side and ignored him.
"Why! I'm having trouble with me again!" He said jokingly, as if he was coaxing a child.
"—"
"Come on! Take a sip of porridge! My little boy!" Seeing that I didn't respond, he persuaded me patiently like eating honey.
"—"
"Okay, okay! I apologize to you, I was wrong last night! You grown up have a lot, can't you forgive the small?"
"I don't want to see you!" I whispered, trying to tell him to be afraid of hearing it. I don't know why, I feel like he lives in a corner of my heart, hating him but not hating him!
"Have you forgotten what you promised me?" He reminded me: "You have to follow me in everything! Why don't you forget it so soon!" Every word he said at the moment was deeply pierced It hurts me and reminds me of the insults I have received all the time.
I turned around silently, and tremblingly stretched out my hands to take the porridge bowl, but his porridge hand shrank back at this moment.
"I'll feed you!" He said softly, with countless tenderness hidden in his eyes.
I did not refuse, quietly half leaning against the bedside.
He scooped a spoon and put it under his mouth to blow the hot porridge carefully, and then tested the temperature with the tip of his tongue before sending it to my mouth.
I frowned, mumbled my mouth, leaned back, and whispered, "I, I didn't drink with anyone else!"
As if he hadn't heard him, he stretched the spoon forward a few minutes until it reached my mouth.
"But—" I still wanted to explain, but he poured the porridge from the spoon into my mouth as if impatient, and then smiled satisfied.
"I said I don't drink what other people have drunk, didn't you hear it?" I yelled at him angrily.
But he said calmly as if he was reasonable: "I am no one else!"
Looking at him as if he was innocent, as if everything was wrong with me, I was angry and shouted, "I won't drink anymore!"
"No!" He said in a commanding tone without hesitation, and as he said, he delivered a spoonful of porridge prepared in the same way to my mouth. If I didn't drink it, he would definitely pour it down like before.
I glared at him fiercely, and finally swallowed it.
His face was suddenly filled with a triumphant smile, and he kept chanting,'Goodbye! This is my little boy! '
After finally finishing the bowl of the most painful porridge in my life, he eagerly said: "Let's go see the stars tonight!"
"Don't go!" I categorically rejected him.
"Okay! Since you don't agree to me, then I will send someone to kill him!" He said that he was about to get up and leave.
I grabbed the corner of his clothes almost like lightning, and replied: "I can't go!"
He touched and touched the top of my head with his big hand, and smiled: "It's really my good boy!"
But I kept cursing in my heart, the ghost is willing to be your good baby! Not disgusting!