The days of cohabitation with gangster boyfriend

Chapter 74

The continuous drizzle, pattering, knocking on the glass window beside me, and flowing down the crystal glass...

Through the inexhaustible rain, I looked at the couples walking by on the street holding umbrellas...

I seem to see him still standing by the window, looking downstairs, waiting for me to go back, walking with me in the rain with an umbrella.

There are often rainy days.

And that rainy day will never come back.

Xiao Jing asked me: "What are you thinking?"

"nothing!"

I was thinking of the conversation just had with the two women sitting at the next table.

"There's an accident next door to my house," said one woman.

"what's up?"

"That woman is too ruthless. Her husband is having an affair. She pretends not to know anything. At night, when her husband is exhausted from making out with her and sleeping soundly, she secretly inserts a knife into his husband's back."

"Really! This woman is too extreme."

"Probably the deeper the love, the deeper the hate!"

Since listening to them finish speaking, weird thoughts are like weeds growing and spreading rapidly in my mind.

If I give him my body, will he be so excited that he will be exhausted and sleepy?

At that time, wouldn't he be easily awakened by a weak voice?

Based on his trust in me, will he sleep beside me when he is tired...

"Baby?"

"Ah?! Sorry! What did you just say?"

"I just asked you: has Mr. Dai been very good all these years?"

"..."

Is he nice to me?

The memory went back to many years ago because of his problem.

I drank coffee and told him every detail of our life together.

Can't remember how old it was, but when I was very young.

In the art class, the teacher asked us to create a painting by ourselves. When the grade was about to be graded, I hadn't decided what to draw, so I copied it according to my classmates.

What she drew was that she and his father were holding hands and walking on the grass together, beside which was written crookedly: I love Dad!
One day, Dai Xichen accidentally found the painting with zero marks in my schoolbag. He looked at it for a long time and asked if I could give it to him...

Until now, the painting is still in the drawer of his study without any damage.

……

Another time, he came back in a bad mood.

I was still young at that time, and I was not very good at observing words and expressions. Seeing that it was cold, I poured a cup of hot water for him and put it by his hand.

When he lost his temper, he stretched out his hand and knocked the water glass away, splashing boiling water on his hand.

I kept apologizing to him, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Then, kneeling on the ground to pick up the broken glass on the carpet, my hand was cut by the glass, and I picked it up with fear.

There were tears all over my face in grievance, I didn't dare to wipe it off, and I didn't dare to raise my head.

He squatted beside me, carefully helped me remove the broken glass in my hand, and threw it away.

Sitting on the sofa with me in his arms, he wiped away the tears on my face and cleaned up all the blood on my hands.

"Beibei, you are right, you are the most sensible child I have ever met." He said to me, "I'm sorry! I'm in a bad mood, and I won't do it anymore!"

From then on, no matter how angry he was, he would never break the water glass I gave him.

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(End of this chapter)