With a whoosh, another white light pierced through the grass blanket and pointed directly at the shoulder where the pair of high heels had landed. It was exactly the same.
Ning Wuque frowned deeply, but he didn't care at all. He put down the kitchen knife, picked up the melon slices with his hand, and poured them into the wok.
Pa! Ning Wuque's body tilted, and a bright red flower of blood bloomed on his shoulder. The white light fell on the ground. It was another high-heeled sandal of the same style.
"Zi la!" The wok let out a shriek. Ning Wuque ignored the wound on his shoulder and focused on stir-frying.
"I want to hit your shoulder, can you dodge? I didn't want you to see blood, but you asked for it yourself, you little punk. When you're done cooking, bring my shoes in with your mouth. I picked you up. If I don't play with you, who should I play with? If he couldn't even play with you, he might as well raise a slave.”
Ning Wuque closed the stove and placed it on a plate. He scooped some rice and brought it into the main hall.
"Ning Ruyan, get up and eat." Ning Wuque frowned and shouted into the room.
The sound of clothes being put on could be heard. A woman with a pair of slippers opened the door and poked her head out.
Her plump and round body was wearing a red dudou. What made people's hearts race was that this dudou was completely lace and translucent. A similar lace tie hung on her long and white neck, and her shockingly high chest was faintly visible. As she breathed, the ribbon hanging on her lower body just covered the mysterious triangle. It looked loose, as if the ribbon would fall with every step she took.
This face was shy and full of love. Her almond-shaped eyes stared at Ning Wuque as if they could drip water.
"Little bastard, are you very angry? It's good that you're angry. I'm afraid that you won't be angry. I'm born to torture people. If you're happy, I'm not happy.”Her voice was soft, but the content was vicious.
"Ning Ruyan, don't drag me into your own mess. Since you hate that man so much, go and kill him. Aren't you very skilled in martial arts? Was there any meaning in self-paralysis? Are you so afraid to face reality? Besides, haven't you always been the mommy of the nightclub? Why did you quit and come thousands of miles to be a whore? Do you know how many brothers I've abandoned because of this?”Ning Wuque said coldly.
Ning Ruyan's body stiffened, and she leaned against the door frame weakly. Her soul seemed to have been driven away by Ning Wuque's words. Her face was full of sorrow as she muttered,""I can't kill him, no matter how good my martial arts are, it's impossible because of him…Not only can't I kill him, I can't even hate him, even if he did that to me…What's the date today? What day is it today?"
Ning Ruyan suddenly thought of something. She took two quick steps forward and grabbed Ning Wuque's shirt collar. The ribbon around her waist fluttered like the autumn wind blowing the fallen leaves, revealing a thong covering her mysterious triangle.
This purple thong was only one-third the size of a palm, showing endless temptation.
" Ning Wuque!" Ning Ruyan shouted like a madman." Ning Wuque! Ning Wuque! Tell me what day it is today!"”
"August 20th, your school day.”Ning Wuque's heart suddenly softened. He gently took Ning Ruyan's hand down, bent down to pick up the ribbon, and carefully wrapped it around her.
"Ning Ruyan, you…why are you doing this? Tell me who that man is, and I'll avenge you. Why did he have to torture himself like this? Moreover, it had already been so many years! Even if he had done something wrong, he should atone for it, right?”
Ning Ruyan didn't seem to hear what Ning Wuque said. She was like a frightened child, her face full of panic. She looked up and down at her own clothes and murmured,"
"Why didn't you remind me? Why did I forget this day! In the past, I would constantly remind myself the month before. Who knew that I would forget this year. I can't wear this. He doesn't like it. He likes plain clothes. I didn't want to…I've already persisted for twenty years. How many more years can I persist?”
Ning Wuque silently looked at Ning Ruyan's helpless face and sighed,""Hurry up and change your clothes."
Ning Ruyan seemed to have her own opinion. She nodded and quickly returned to her room.
After a long while, Ning Ruyan came out of the room. She had changed into a simple and simple dress. Although the dress was ordinary, it could not suppress her charming body and seductive charm.
The flirtatious smile on her face had been completely wiped away. She had changed into light makeup and a solemn expression.
She was holding a thick book with both hands. The cover of the book was made of paper but not paper, wood but not wood. The color was a little mottled, and it was unknown how many years it had existed.
She looked at the empty space outside the door with respect. Clouds occasionally drifted by.
" It's been twenty years. Every day on this day, I would tidy up my makeup and recite this Divine Comedy all day long. Only then would I feel a little more at ease. My body that belongs to him is already filthy beyond recognition, but I want to leave a little clarity and purity in my thoughts for him.”
Ning Ruyan walked into the courtyard step by step, like a bride who had just stepped onto the red carpet, sincere and dignified.
She came to the corner of the courtyard and sat on a stool. She gently placed the book on the seat of the high-back chair in front of the stool and opened it with trembling hands, as if she had opened the most transparent place in the depths of her soul.
"I've walked half the journey of our lives
But I stepped into a dark forest,
This is because I lost the right path.
Ah! How wild, how dangerous, and how difficult it was to move in this forest!
How difficult it was to walk out of this scene!
……。”
The authentic London accent of English had a unique sense of history, and this sense of heaviness also made Ning Ruyan's figure, who was reading, heavier.
Yes, the book in Ning Ruyan's hands was the full English version of Dante's Divine Comedy, and Ning Ruyan's pronunciation was London accent.
Ning Wuque silently looked at Ning Ruyan, who was as serious as a primary school student, for a while. Then, he turned around and went into his room, taking off his shirt.
Ning Wuque's back was covered with scars of various sizes. One of them even ran diagonally from his shoulder to his waist, like a giant centipede clinging to his back.
Ning Wuque picked up the cotton ball with a pair of tweezers and dipped it in the disinfectant. He then casually wiped the skin on his shoulder that had been cut by the high heels. He found a shirt and put it on. After eating something, he started exercising with dumbbells.
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