my villain is too cute

Chapter 224 My Little Poor (38)

——Auntie Bai would teach Xie Rong to be ignorant in front of him, but her eyes were always caring and indulgent;

——Auntie Bai would look at the scars on his body tenderly and distressedly, after he was injured;

He saw it all too clearly, knowing their indifference and disgust, their hypocrisy and guilt.

But this is not his biggest torment...

What he must always be on guard against is—the pervasive darkness;

They wanted to drill into his heart and drive him into the abyss.

Those glooms were like tenacious threads, densely entwining his heart.

As soon as he slackens, he will do things that he regrets, which is the most painful thing for him.

Actually, he's not doing well at all...

But these, he doesn't need to let Han Jin know...

Because he was afraid that his Ah Jin would feel distressed...

Xie Huan twitched his eyelashes, a layer of black mist shrouded the bottom of his eyes, dark and calm, like a barren and lifeless dead land.

He blinked his eyes lightly, and some fluorescent lights appeared in the black pupils, which were as bright as stars and dazzing.

Lying obediently on Hanji's shoulder, he leaned up to her neck and kissed her, then slowly raised his head.

The light in Han Jin's eyes was indifferent and soft, and there was a layer of hostility in the depths of his eyes, which made people feel oppressed and suffocated.

His expression was calm and calm as usual, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

But the hand beside him was clenched tightly, the back of the hand and the phalanx were twisted, obviously broken.

She touched Xie Huan's soft cheek with the other hand, and said in a gentle voice, "My baby, you have worked hard."

Xie Huan was stunned for a moment, then smiled slowly, his almond eyes were bent into crescent moons, the pupils were shining brightly, and the streamer was flickering.

If it is to meet her, then he will not work hard.

Xie Huan hesitated for a second, sat up, stretched his slender fingers towards the buttons of the clothes, and gently undid two buttons, just enough to reveal the scar on his chest.

A scar runs across the heart, still obvious, but not ugly.

His drooping eyelashes trembled, and his crimson lips were tightly pressed together, with a hint of unease.

He is willing to present the dark soul, the beating heart, and the complete self to her eyes.

I am also willing to hand over the embarrassing past, the hesitant present, and the unknown future to her.

Han Jin stared at the scar, trembling his eyelashes, at an angle Xie Huan couldn't see, the light in his eyes shattered for a moment, and the corners of his lips were a little stiff, unable to support them anymore.

She got up and sat upright, propping the sofa with one hand, her free hand moved unnaturally, and hugged Xie Huan's soft waist stiffly,

The lips moved close to his scar, and delicate kisses fell on it, tender and distressing.

A ray of infinite vitality slowly melted into his heart.

After a while,
Han Jin ignored the pain in his hands, carried the boy into the bedroom, and slowly closed the door.

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(End of this chapter)