Chapter 62 A Dream for Eight Years, Full of His Face (4)

Her tears suddenly fell like a river without a dike, one after another without stopping.

"Why are you crying? Could it be that my dad hit you?" He frowned as he spoke.

She shook her head, tears still flowing.

He looked her up and down with a cigarette in his mouth, probably making sure that she was fine, and became a lot more lazy: "Don't cry."

She was crying for him, but he acted extraordinarily relaxed, as if he wasn't the one who was beaten just now, and she cried more tears of distress.

"Xiao Zuo-ai, do you want me to coax you, so you keep crying?"

He joked with her, trying to make her laugh.

However, the more he was so calm and indifferent, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart, and the more joyously she shed tears.

"Xiao Do-ai, let me tell you, I can't coax women, I can only sleep with women."

Why is he like this, every time he talks to her, he talks about such dirty and indecent topics... Qin Zhi'ai blushed shyly and tears gradually decreased.

"Little sex, are you still crying? You're crying, I really fell asleep with you, right here..." As he spoke, he spit out the smoke from his mouth, turned over, and made a gesture to rush towards her.

She stood up in a fright, instinctively took two steps back, and stopped crying.

He lowered his head, chuckled twice, then lay back on the lawn again, touched a cigarette, lit it, looked at the sky, and smoked vigorously.

After Qin Zhi'ai recovered from the blushing and heartbeat of being teased by his indecent words just now, she bit her lip as she watched him, shyly not knowing whether to leave or stay. She was shy for a while before she came out. He asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?"

"No, I'm used to it." He vomited a beautiful eye circle calmly and returned to her.

I'm used to it... Does this mean that his father often beats him? Qin Zhi'ai's eyes couldn't help but fell on his exposed skin again. Those complicated scars made her eye sockets sore again.

Gu Yusheng didn't look at her, but as if he guessed that she was going to cry again, he patted the lawn beside him: "Sit down and wait a while, I'll take you home later."

Because she likes him so much, when she sees him, she will be nervous and her heart will beat faster, and she will have thousands of words to say but she doesn't know where to start.

He has been silent, smoking a cigarette without speaking.

Silence surrounded him and her for a long time, and just when she felt that it was late and she needed to go home, he said, "Xiao Do-ai, do you have any dreams?"

dream? For Qin Zhi'ai, who just graduated from high school, this word was really far away from her. She was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer.

Gu Yusheng didn't seem to want to listen to her answer. After a while, he lit another cigarette and said to himself, "Xiao Zuo-ai, do you know my dream?"

Qin Zhi'ai will never forget the scene when Gu Yusheng said this to her that night.

His usual cold expression became extra soft at that moment.

The dream he spoke of was something she couldn't even imagine. She always thought that it only existed in novels and TV dramas.

It was his dream that made her look like him for eight years.

It was also that dream that made her feel boring no matter how many men she met from now on.