Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 27: Why is he crying so much?

The pain of fangs piercing my ankle, the agony of my flesh being torn and dragged, the rough ground, and the despair of desperately calling out but no one paying attention—all these swept over me once again.

Qin Zhao's mind seemed to have stopped working; he couldn't understand what Lin Shi was saying at all.

His rapid breaths sprayed onto Shen Yanci's neck, stirring up a layer of fine particles.

The itch, like a rampant vine, relentlessly assaults the cerebral cortex.

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed, and he pressed down on her shoulder.

"Don't leave me."

Her voice was very soft, yet it seemed to contain immense sorrow.

Shen Yanci stopped what he was doing and glanced at Lin Shi: "Take Max to its room."

Lin Shi reluctantly picked up Max's rope: "What the hell? So you two are best buddies now?"

Max, panting with his tongue lolling out, licked Lin Shi as a sign of comfort, showing a surprisingly human touch.

"Max!"

The stickiness on his face and the smell of saliva almost made Lin Shi faint!

I wanted to wipe it but couldn't bring myself to do it, so I just exploded on the spot.

The howling echoed throughout the entire first floor.

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After being placed on the sofa by Shen Yanci, Qin Zhao remained silent, his lips were bitten until they were bloodless, and his hands and feet were trembling.

"Want some water?"

Qin Zhao mechanically held the cup. In the transparent cup, the water surface looked like a tsunami surging at the bottom, with the upper layer of water constantly swaying.

Shen Yanci pressed down on her hand and realized it was incredibly cold.

He took the water glass and grasped her hand: "Qin Zhao."

"Qin Zhao."

He called out twice, and Qin Zhao responded with a soft "hmm," but her expression was like that of a soulless puppet, her brows furrowed.

Shen Yanci felt as if his heart had been squeezed. He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes: "Qin Zhao, it's alright."

His voice carried a soothing tone, and Qin Zhao looked at him, her eyes stinging with tears.

Yet they kept trying to keep their eyes wide open.

Her bright eyes were filled with fear, helplessness, and confusion.

She looked at Shen Yanci with some confusion.

The next second, my vision went dark.

Shen Yanci hugged her.

"It's alright, I'm here."

His voice was clear and cold, but now it was lowered and had a seductive quality.

A few seconds later, Shen Yanci felt a dampness on his chest.

Qin Zhao remained silent, without uttering a sound.

Only Shen Yanci knew that the dampness on his chest was constantly expanding its territory.

It wasn't until much later that Shen Yanci realized that from the moment her tears touched the skin of his chest, the beating heart beneath had completely betrayed its master.

"Max just looks fierce, he won't actually bite anyone." Shen Yanci ruffled Qin Zhao's hair. "Did I scare you?"

He heard her inhale and adjust her breathing, and after a while she finally let out a muffled "hmm".

It was as if saying one more word would cause my emotions to overflow.

A subtle, heart-wrenching feeling lingered within Shen Yanci, and he felt his heart tighten as well: "How about we beat up Lin Shi later?"

I'll beat him up for you.

“I was bitten by a dog,” she said, her voice muffled.

"Does it hurt?"

Children who have never received love can endure beatings, insults, and ridicule when wronged, but they cannot feel kindness, care, or heartache. A sob escaped from her desperately suppressed throat, and Qin Zhao whimpered, burying her head even deeper.

Her shoulders trembled, like a butterfly with broken wings struggling in its final moments before death.

Finally, reason prevailed.

She burst into tears.

It hurts, it really hurts so much.

She was torn apart and dragged along the ground for about ten meters. At only ten years old, she had no power to save herself. Her body was covered in wounds, and she could only struggle to crawl forward while clinging to the ground.

She didn't even feel pain when her nail broke.

She felt she was almost going to be that wolfhound's dinner, but she was still hungry that day.

Finally, a passing grandfather chased the wolfhound away with a brick.

She lay exhausted on the ground, covered in blood.

When she was taken to the clinic and the barefoot doctor disinfected her wounds, she felt the pain—a piercing pain that almost made her die.

For a long time afterward, she had nightmares, but instead of her grandfather with bricks, there were only fangs and torn flesh.

……

She cried for a long time before finally stopping, sobbing.

As reason gradually returned, Qin Zhao's body stiffened again.

Her hands had somehow ended up on Shen Yanci's shoulders and lower back, and her face was buried in his chest.

That was a terrible move.

"Have you cried enough?"

Qin Zhao swallowed nervously and stepped back a short distance.

The long-lasting sense of fulfillment vanished, and the muscles sensed the loss even before the heart.

"You cry so much?"

Shen Yanci's chest was soaked, and the front third of the fabric was dark.

He picked up a corner and pressed it down gently.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat—"

Qin Zhao awkwardly gripped the ground with his toes, feeling so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into a crack in the floor. He stammered, "I'm so sorry, I'll help you wash."

Shen Yanci was amused by her reaction, and with a slight smile, he stood up slowly.

He reached up, grabbed the collar, and gently pulled, taking off his shirt.

"!!"

The boy's waistline was thus exposed nakedly to the air.

"What are you doing?" Qin Zhao's voice was a little hoarse.

"Take off your clothes," he said matter-of-factly, and the next second he threw the clothes he had taken off onto Qin Zhao's lap.

"..."

He was only wearing a pair of black casual pants.

Beneath the sharp Adam's apple, the prominent collarbone and the well-defined chest and abdominal muscles, all taut with movement, exuded restless hormones.

Qin Zhao suddenly felt his throat was a little dry.

Shen Yanci paused in putting on his clothes, then turned and walked towards Qin Zhao.

Her eyes widened suddenly, she leaned back, clutched Shen Yanci's clothes to cover her chest, stared straight into his eyes, her face radiating the core socialist values.

"..."

A chuckle came to my ears.

Shen Yanci simply took out a few tissues to wipe the dampness from his chest, stating a fact: "You got this wet too."

(End of this chapter)