The pain in his eyes made Song Zhixing think for a moment that it was his own illusion.
From childhood to adulthood, in her eyes, or in the eyes of everyone, Tang Yu has always been high above, as indestructible as a god.
He was like an iron man, he would not be knocked down, nor would he be hurt. Just like last time, when so many pieces of glass were stuck in his palms, he did not even groan, as if the physical pain that ordinary people endured was nothing to him.
So, at this moment, seeing a trace of deep pain gathering in his eyes, Song Zhixing was puzzled and shocked, and felt that this kind of Tang Yu was unfamiliar to her. It was as if he suddenly became like all of them ordinary people, with flesh and blood.
The anger gradually subsided, and she suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting what she had just said. Her lips moved, wanting to say something. But the next moment, she saw Tang Yu slowly leaning over, one hand supporting her side, the other hand coldly peeling off his shirt buttons, staring at her with a bit more evil and possessiveness in his eyes.
It was so dangerous that Song Zhixing was frightened.
The regret just now was swept away. She cautiously hugged another pillow on the bed, pressing it between them, as if it was a shield that could protect her, "You... what are you going to do?"
Tang Yu took the pillow away with one hand, his expression gloomy, "Since you don't want me to be your guardian and think I'm a beast, then, starting tonight, I will no longer be your guardian, nor your elder—"
He paused, staring at her with a heavy look in his eyes. Song Zhixing was trembling all over, and she shook her head wildly and violently. Don't listen! She didn't want to hear what he said next!
However, Tang Yu did not give her any chance to escape, and raised his thin lips, "Song Zhixing, I want to be your man!"
This is a statement. But it is an extremely absurd statement.
As soon as these words came out, Song Zhixing was hit hard, as if she was hit hard by a heavy punch, and she was almost fainted.
"No! I don't want it! You are my second uncle! You are not a man!" She burst into tears and roared, her tears flowing uncontrollably.
When the thing one fears the most is confirmed to be true, it is a fatal and devastating blow. His last words destroyed all her three views with overwhelming force.
She fell on the bed unable to bear it.
Her hair was completely disheveled, and tears wet the messy hair on her cheeks. She was hit too hard, and her slender body was shaking violently, like a drowning child, gasping for air in her last breath...
Tang Yu looked at her like this, and it was as if countless wounds were being torn out in his heart. Her disgust and resentment were not concealed at all, and were so clearly expressed. Like a sharp blade, stabbing him.
Hating to the extreme, and in pain to the extreme, Tang Yu pinched her chin and kissed her deeply again. This time, she resisted more fiercely than ever, as if he was really a beast. She sat up, angrily hit him with a pillow, and bit him.
Tang Yu held her hands and was about to take a step further, but he found that her face was pale and she was having difficulty breathing.
My heart tightened.
The drunkenness immediately disappeared without a trace.
As soon as he let go of her, she curled up in pain, her fragile appearance with tears in her eyes made Tang Yu's throat tighten and his chest feel heavy. A feeling of self-loathing gripped him fiercely.
He is too impulsive!
Under the impact of anger and alcohol, he completely lost his mind and did not take into account her still fragile mind.
"Xingxing..." He half-lifted her trembling body, his voice hoarse.
"Don't touch me..." She had an asthma attack and was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe, but she still stubbornly wanted to avoid him. It was conceivable how much she hated him and how scared she was.
Tang Yu opened the drawer, poured out the pills, and put them to her lips.
"I don't want to take medicine... I don't want you to care about me..." Song Zhixing used all her strength to slap his hand away.
Just thinking about what Tang Yu said just now, Song Zhixing felt extremely ashamed. It seemed that what was waiting for her ahead was an abyss and darkness.
The pills fell on the white bed sheet. Tang Yu's eyes were deep and complex, with many emotions. Finally, he picked up the pills one by one, took the water from the bedside, raised his head and drank a sip. Then, before Song Zhixing could react, he decisively put the pills and water into her mouth.
"Hmm~"
Song Zhixing wanted to resist, but Tang Yu held her neck tightly with one hand, leaving her no room to struggle.
She was forced to swallow the medicine, and because she struggled so hard, her fingertips left bloody marks on his chest.
She originally thought that Tang Yu would violate her again, but after feeding her the medicine, he did not linger between her lips and teeth for a moment and immediately withdrew.
The cup was placed heavily on the bedside and he sat on the edge of the bed with a gloomy expression.
When he woke up, even he felt that everything that had just happened was too absurd.
Almost…
If her illness hadn't suddenly recurred, maybe he would...
Song Zhixing was still in shock, hugging the quilt and hiding in the corner. As if he was a beast, he didn't even dare to look at her.
The girl's aggrieved and frightened sobs echoed muffledly in the room, making him upset.
After a while...
He started to button his shirt again one by one.
"Don't cry." Tang Yu whispered.
"…" Song Zhixing's condition improved a little, but her inner resistance to him did not ease at all. After hearing his words, she squeezed closer to the bedside.
"Tonight, I drank too much. Later..."
"There is no future!" Song Zhixing took over his words, his voice was sharp, but he was still trembling, "I will tell my great grandfather that I don't want to live here anymore... I won't live with you anymore..."
Before this, Tang Yu had never thought of letting her go.
She had wanted to live in the school. Almost half of the students in the class, including Chen Cheng, lived in the school. She was eager to move to the school without telling him. He was originally abroad, but he flew back that night and took her out of the school.
No matter how good the dormitory conditions were, they were not as good as those at home. He was worried that she would not be able to stand the crowded and damp dormitory, that her occasional willful temper would affect her interpersonal relationships in the dormitory, and even more worried about her illness.
But, at this moment...
He might change his mind...
"Whether you live here in the future or not, you must stay here tonight." Tang Yu turned around, picked up the pillow thrown on the ground, and placed it on the bedside. "Come and sleep!"
"I don't want you to care..." Song Zhixing's voice was still tearful. His commanding and always superior attitude made her feel resistant.