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When the time came, she would no longer hold his hand like this. She would hate him for betraying her body in such a nonchalant manner! Cang Yao screamed continuously in his heart, but his lips were still moving as he mechanically spat out each word.    

    

"Before meeting Miss, the coach took me into a room alone, where he took off all my clothes and touched my body and said he wanted to tell me what was happy. "Although I didn't feel happy at all, I didn't resist at all. At that time, I didn't care at all about what my body would be doing. It was just that later on, when I wanted to leave and the coach was not allowed to, I made a move and almost killed the coach." His voice was very dry. Every time he said a word, his heart would become more empty. It was as if a part of his body was losing something bit by bit …    

    

Bai Yuerann didn't expect Cang Yao to tell her such an answer. Back then, when she chose him, her father did indeed say that he almost killed a coach from Bai Sect. However, her father didn't say anything about the reason, and she didn't ask. After all, in her opinion, it didn't matter if he had killed the coach or not. She had only chosen him because she was interested in his appearance back then.    

    

"This man is looking for me. He wants to finish what he didn't do six years ago." His voice continued, "He said that as long as I do that sort of thing with him, he won't tell you everything he did to me in that room. I don't want you to know …"    

    

His eyes were so hot, as if something was gushing out of them … What is it? It was as if the most unbearable part of his body had gushed out and appeared in front of her.    

    

Unknowingly, his line of sight was shrouded by a layer of mist. That warm liquid flowed down his eyes and fell from his face, splashing onto his clothes.    

    

"Enough, stop talking!" Her voice rang in his ear, and her right hand loosened its grip on his left.    

    

His left hand powerlessly fell to his side and became even colder.    

    

The little miss also hated him like this, right? That was why she didn't want to touch him anymore!    

    

But at the next moment, her fingers touched his cheek. "Yao, you're crying." She dabbed at his tears with her fingertips.    

    

Once, she had hoped that he would become "sincere" and that he would understand the emotions of happiness, anger, sorrow, and sadness. However, when he cried like this in front of her, she felt an unspeakable heartache.    

    

It shouldn't be like this. What she wanted, wasn't this the case!    

    

The feel of his skin was very cold, but his tears were warm. Her hands were wiping away the tears on his face, and he was staring at her as she approached.    

    

Was he crying now? And this warm liquid was his tears.    

    

So, he would cry. So, the feeling of crying, was like this!    

    

"So did you agree to that man's request?" She felt as if her fingers were being soaked through by his tears, becoming somewhat scorching. She recalled the scene when she had found him. His school uniform had been completely opened, and the buttons on his school uniform had not been removed. This meant that those buttons had been undone one by one.    

    

With his skill, unless he was willing, it was impossible for that man to have the ability to completely undo the buttons on his school uniform!    

    

"Yes." He lowered his voice.    

    

"Just because I'm afraid I'll know what happened to you before?" She frowned. "Would you rather be done by that man than discuss this with me?" It was as if she thought that he belonged to her and she was his backer. However, she suddenly discovered that she was completely excluded when something truly happened.    

    

"Because I don't want Miss to hate me." He slowly raised his hand and pulled her hands away from his. Her fingers were thin and white, and his tears were still on her fingertips.    

    

He cried, and she wiped his eyes. In the future, even if he couldn't stay by her side, he would definitely remember those hands that wiped away his tears.    

    

He lowered his head, stretched out his tongue and lightly licked the tip of her finger, and licked his own tears. The taste of salt. Was it the taste of his tears?    

    

He had always heard others say that the tears were salty. It turned out that the tears that came out of his eyes were salty like those of others. They were salty to the point that they had a bitter taste to them.    

    

It was as if he were performing some kind of ritual, concentrating on licking, like a devout believer, until he completely licked her fingers clean.    

    

However, after licking the tears on her ten fingers, his lips were still pressed against her fingertips, as if his lips were instinctively fondling her fingers. "Miss said that she hates people who sell their bodies for no reason, right? But that year, I had the coach do that to me, for no reason at all." At that time, he had never cared about how his body would react, so it was only natural that he would receive such an outcome. "The current me doesn't have the qualifications to stay by Miss's side anymore, right?" But if he left her, what would he do every day? He was used to staying by her side, accustomed to using everything he had to protect her. Only when he looked at her every day would he feel that he was alive.    

    

Would it be better if he didn't understand emotions as before? Would there be such pain, such regret, such discomfort? But if that happened, he would never know what it was like to love someone, or even fall in love with someone.    

    

Therefore, he did not regret liking the little miss. Even if he were to fall into hell from now on, he would not regret it!    

    

Pow!    

    

A sharp pain suddenly appeared on his cheek. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was her who had slapped him.    

    

"Then what do you think is your qualification to stay by my side?" She raised her chin and looked at him steadily. Her aura was so domineering, but her eyes seemed to carry a kind of reproach. "A beautiful face? A clean body? A pure and flawless thought? "If you think this is the qualification, then there will be a lot of people who are qualified enough to stay by my side, but …"    

    

She paused, and said in an absolute tone, "What kind of person can stay by my side, is not decided by qualifications, but by me! If I want to be alone, even if that person has experienced worse, I will still want him. If I don't want him, no matter how good he is, how clean and beautiful he is, or how flawless he is, I won't want him! "    

    

At this moment, she was so noble and beautiful that it was hard to breathe!