mtl008 Chapter 182 Please Let Me Go, Little Darling
Chapter 182 Please Let Me Go, Little Darling
Scared?
Fu Chengli has lived for over thirty years and has never been afraid of anything.
That year, after An Ying was admitted to Beicheng University, Fu Chengli returned home to find the eighteen-year-old girl with bright eyes and white teeth, excitedly announcing her new boyfriend, Lu Qiyao.
Fu Chengli felt like he was about to explode with anger.
I felt angry and helpless.
He had spoiled the little girl for so long, thinking she was already his, but she was snatched away halfway through.
What does this feel like?
He wasn't afraid, only agitated.
This nameless anger just wouldn't dissipate.
Honestly, Fu Chengli felt like killing Lu Qiyao back then.
Left with no other option, Fu Chengli resorted to verbal attacks.
"What terrible taste you have! Lu Qiyao is no good."
"What kind of rotten love bubbles are you rambling about?"
A bucket of cold water was poured over her head.
Seeing her happy little face gradually turn from joy to anger, he felt a strange sense of pleasure from revenge.
But this feeling of pleasure only lasted for a second.
An Ying was so angry that she kicked Fu Chengli in the leg.
Fu Chengli frowned, wanting to grab her and continue to brainwash her.
An Ying disappeared as quickly as she turned around, like an eel.
She thought Lu Qiyao would treat An Ying well, but things didn't go as planned.
To be precise, Fu Chengli regretted it.
Fearing that she would be heartbroken and hate him, Fu Chengli didn't bother to interfere in An Ying's "first love" and quietly stepped back, becoming an invisible person.
If he had known that things would end up like this with Lu Qiyao, he wouldn't have cared about her having such a muddled relationship. He should have just taken An Ying by force and kept her by his side, so she could never escape.
If we're going to break it up, then we're going to break it up.
Let her hate him for ruining her first love.
Seven years wasted.
In the end, Fu Chengli still couldn't bring himself to do it.
Perhaps all the indulgence and compassion he had shown in his life was directed towards An Ying.
But this little girl is silly and doesn't understand anything.
She still believed Lu Qiyao's brainwashing, became more and more afraid of him, and distanced herself from him.
Fortunately, after many twists and turns, she returned to his side.
An Ying lazily wrapped her arms around Fu Chengli's neck, letting him hold her, and asked softly:
"Tell me honestly, what else are you hiding from me? What are you secretly keeping from me?"
Fu Chengli stared at her intently.
He has many secrets; if he were to tell her them all at once...
After waiting for so long, I finally managed to hold her in my arms.
What if I scare her away again?
The image of that bronze key flashed through my mind.
His slender fingers gently traced the shape of her pink lips.
After a long silence, Fu Chengli said calmly, "That's all."
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An Ying slept very soundly that night.
Perhaps it was because Fu Chengli held her tightly all night.
A sense of security inexplicably arose in my heart.
However, for Fu Chengli, it was a source of immense suffering.
Several times, she cried out in pain in fear and pushed him away.
Looking at the pitiful little face of the girl in my arms, her eyes reddening, and her trembling with fear...
Fu Chengli couldn't bring himself to be ruthless once again.
I had no choice but to give up the idea of going through with it completely and keep it to myself.
Experience has shown that being overly concerned for others only leads to suffering for yourself in the end.
The two of them dawdled for several hours, until 2 a.m.
An Ying nestled obediently in his arms and fell asleep just like that.
However, in the darkness, Fu Chengli's eyes were wide open like copper bells.
He couldn't sleep at all.
Fu Chengli glanced at her with annoyance.
He served her diligently, and she enjoyed it so much that she could finally rest.
But he was left alone, tormented by desire in the long night.
Fu Chengli tried to get up and slowly withdrew his hand from under her neck.
An Ying suddenly woke up and instinctively tugged at his clothes.
He mumbled incoherently, "You, you're going...where..."
Fu Chengli leaned down and gave her a light peck on her still-blushing face.
"I'm going upstairs to my own place to sleep, and I'll take a cold shower while I'm there."
An Ying opened her eyes groggily.
Her hand gripped the hem of his clothes, refusing to let go.
Fu Chengli looked helpless and could only coax softly, "Please let me go, my little darling."
"We'll talk about it when you're ready. If you keep holding back like this, I'm going to be driven crazy by you."
Hearing Fu Chengli's words, An Ying regained her senses.
The scene from earlier flashed through her mind, and she immediately let go, burying her gradually flushed face in the blanket.
After going upstairs and returning to his own home, Fu Chengli took two cold showers before he could suppress the urge.
Fu Chengli scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.
Her taste still lingered on the corners of my mouth.
The freezing winter weather forced him to take a cold shower to quell the flame that wanted to completely devour her.
Does she use witchcraft?
I didn't know she was so seductive.