Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

   Chapter 303 Entertainment: Aquaman Games (124)

  He lowered his head, tears rolling down his cheeks silently.

   "Go away, I won't change my resolve no matter what."

  Zhai Li raised his head, opened his eyes under the rain, and looked at her face almost greedily.

  Sky. It got dark, just like his heart.

   "I won't have an accident anyway, at least I won't die. Because I am the son of the Zhai family, but you are different because I know that you have more important things to do."

  Jiaoyang was stunned for a while, looked at him, and then smiled: "That's right." Now that he already knew

   "And I'm not an adult yet, and I'm still consuming god-like drugs. Even if I'm not convicted, I can't stand it."

  Zhai Li continued to persuade her, and his face was particularly pale under the purple lightning.

   "Psychotropic drugs?" Jiaoyang blinked.

   "Yes, that's why I was so sensitive that day when I saw the medicine you put on the table." He suppressed a cough and took out the medicine bottle from his empty pocket.

   "What is this?" Jiaoyang frowned, opened the bottle cap, and there was no manual.

   She sniffed it under her nose.

  Zhai Li listened to the sound of the siren getting closer and closer, and the panic and anxiety in his heart became bigger and bigger.

   His memories seemed to go back to that day. He was a little boy, and he was sneaking behind the door, watching his sister facing the woman, the white knife going in and the red one going out.

   After a few days of worry and anxiety, he watched helplessly as the nanny at home who treated him well was taken away and never returned.

  Why. Why is this world always like this

   "You go. You go quickly." Zhai Li's pale face pushed her almost unconsciously, tears streaming down his cheeks drop by drop, his eyes full of begging.

   He is not trying to take the blame for her, but to save himself

   "I can live only if you are all right."

  Jiaoyang stared at him for a while, to be precise, scrutinizing.

   She couldn't trust him.

   After watching for a while, she smiled: "Will you handle the scene and fingerprints?"

   "Yes." He lowered his head, sniffed, his nose was flushed with red, and he answered in a gruff voice.

   She smiled brightly: "Very good."

   "Okay. Can I ask you for one more thing at the end?" His eyelashes fluttered, wet with rain, and he looked at her with watery eyes.

"what?"

  Zhai Li lowered his head and dragged her over, his hands even trembling when he touched her. He lowered his head and kissed her, even his lavender lips were trembling.

   "You're sick, Zhai Li." She was still smiling, like a child who didn't know the world. She is much cleaner than he is.

   "I know." He closed his eyes.

After    was over, Zhai Li let go of her, he watched her turn around and left without hesitation.

   He lowered his head and smiled slowly. Very heavy, but also relieved.

  According to the memory he saw as a child, he pressed the two sides of the corpse and dragged them away one by one.

   Perhaps, he should be grateful. It was raining heavily today, and the blood could be washed away without him having to do much, and the viscous smell of blood could quickly dissipate.

   It is good that God is helping them.

   He was never the pure teenager in her eyes, because when he was a child, he watched his sister and father with his own eyes and how to deal with the murder scene.

  Children of murderers. Are they really destined to become criminals too? Not necessarily, but at least he has known from a very young age that he and the children around him are different.

  Zhai Li is a severe autistic patient.

  He lowered his head, stroked his lips slowly, and smiled.

   The day before yesterday was his birthday, he told her very early. He was sad not to get her birthday wishes.

   But now, he asked her for it.

   "Jiaoyang, I said it. I'm not only my brother, I can also protect you."

   (end of this chapter)