Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Jian Yan was afraid of such oppressive gazes.

She never knew before that Tong Ruixiao would look at people in this way.

His eyes slowly swept across, and wherever he passed, there was a burning sensation, especially the red and swollen lips.

The aggressive gaze made her lower lip itchy and hot, and she had to bite it hard to resist the strange feeling.

But after she bit it, she heard his unbearable, slightly heavy breathing in her ear.

Just when she wanted to see the expression on his face, the man blocked her lips and teeth forcefully as if in revenge.

He held her lips and pried her teeth open impatiently.

"you!"

Jian Yan breathed with difficulty, resisting the invasion of his tongue, which was both cold and hot, and almost suffocated her.

"Tong... um... huh... Ruixiao... no, no!"

She was scared. She wanted to escape and hid behind him desperately.

Tong Ruixiao was enraged, and pinched her chin to prevent her from hiding. He squeezed in with his five fingers holding her hand, interlocked them with her ten fingers, and pressed the back of her hand against the door.

The usual smile on his face was gone, only coldness remained, as if he had become a different person.

He pinched her waist tightly, his eyes reddened, and glared at her with dark and gloomy eyes, asking word by word: "Where do you want to escape to?"

This was the first sentence he said today, his tone was cold and vicious, as if he wanted to punish her for disappearing without warning for two months and make her pay the price.

She shook her head, unable to answer.

Tears appeared in his eyes.

The wound on her lip was bitten open again, and the sweet blood spread out. She cried in pain, and her chin was pinched so hard that it hurt.

The man pressed on even harder after tasting the blood, kissed her harder, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Um……"

She couldn't resist, and could only accept his assault in order to breathe. It felt like an electric current was running through her body, making her numb and unbearable, her head was hot, and her heart was pounding.

Until he was released, Jian Yan was in a dazed state, with no focus in his blurry eyes.

The bitten lips were red and swollen, and the skin at the corners of the eyes showed a little red through the liquid foundation, as if she had been crying and looked broken.

My mind is confused and I am not clear-headed.

Tong Ruixiao hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, and the hand holding her wrist was so tight that it left a deep red finger mark. His thin lips were almost pressed into a line, suppressing the surging emotions.

He pressed his face against hers, his voice was hoarse and cold, making people shiver: "Come home with me."

Jane Yan's eyelashes trembled, her throat was tight due to the kiss and nervousness, her hands and feet were cold, "...Okay."

She wiped the tear marks on her face with the back of her hand, but it made her already smudged makeup even more smudged.

He glanced at the back of his hand and remained silent for a moment.

After a while, Jian Yan dragged her limp legs to the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

"Crash-"

Amid the sound of running water, she scooped up handfuls of cool water and splashed it on her face to cool her burning lips and eyelids.

The cold water splashed on her again and again, slowing down her accelerated heartbeat.

She removed her makeup and washed her hands.

I closed my eyes and the scene that just happened flashed through my mind. My legs quickly became weak and trembled, and I could hardly stand.

She opened her eyes, placed her hands on the edge of the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror.

There were drops of water on her face, fear lingered in her wide-open eyes, and the corners of her eyes were red as if she had just cried. Her lips, in particular, were as red as blood.

Her skin was fair, making the pinch marks on her cheeks look glaringly red.

Jian Yan almost wanted to cry, "It's so embarrassing..."

How could she be so embarrassed!

Is Tong Ruixiao crazy? Why does he treat her like this...

She screamed in her heart, but when she met the eyes of the person in the mirror, she felt guilty and without any anger left.

Who can I blame...

Should she blame Tong Ruixiao for treating her like this? Should she blame the system for suddenly disappearing? Should she blame the original owner for letting Tong Ruixiao see her past life? Or should she blame herself for choosing to escape?

Tong Ruixiao was just an ordinary person, and it was not his fault that he saw her past life. After she left, he and Xiao Mu searched for her for a long time, mobilizing all forces, and he was an innocent person... He was right to be angry.

The system and the gods were unkind and unjust, not caring about the life and death of her as a chess piece. But on the other hand, this matter had no direct connection with it.

The original owner held the nightmare beast hostage to weave dreams for Tong Ruixiao, allowing him to see her past and present lives, forcing her to leave the Tong family on her own initiative, causing the mission to completely fail. Because the original owner died at the hands of Tong Ruixiao in her previous life, it was reasonable for her to take revenge on him.

She fled because she was afraid that her past would be seen by others and that she would suffer more horrific torture in the future. It was natural for her to do so in order to save her life.

From this perspective, everyone is right.

But it's so absurd that things have come to this point.

Who can you blame?

If you want to blame someone, blame her because she is not from this world, but just a pathetic tasker...

Jian Yan turned off the faucet, wiped the water droplets on her face with a tissue, and walked out of the bathroom.

Pick up your travel bag, leave the room, and close the door.

The man held an umbrella for her as they went down the stairs.

The two of them held an umbrella but didn't say a word to each other.

The rain hit the steps of the external staircase, making a crackling sound, as if playing a symphony.

Tong Ruixiao entered the flower shop from the back door and closed his umbrella.

Jian Yan saw the strangeness and shock in Yang Ruoliu's eyes, and pursed her lips in shame, afraid that someone would find out what she had just done in the room.

She stepped forward and said softly, "Sister, I'm leaving. I'm sorry for hiding this from you. Thank you for taking care of me during this time. When Fangfang gets out of school, please tell her I'm sorry for me. I promised to teach her how to paint, but I can't do it now."

"If she can come to Jiangcheng in the future, I will apologize to her in person." Her voice was so low that it was almost blown away by the wind.

A trace of sadness appeared on Yang Ruoliu's face.

She said quickly: "Amei...ah no, Mrs. Tong, please don't say that! We are the ones who have received more care from you. After you came, you helped me run the shop and sell flowers. I have a lot of words of gratitude in my heart that I haven't told you yet..."

When Jian Yan heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up.

He took the tall and thin woman's hand, put the thing in her hand, held it, and whispered: "Consider it a parting gift from me to my sister. You can pawn it after I leave. It will help you in difficult times. I hope we can meet again one day."

Then he said goodbye to her, "Goodbye, Sister Ruoliu, see you later."

The woman walked out of the flower shop, the man held an umbrella for her, and the boy was beside them. The three figures disappeared in a dark car, hidden in the misty rain.

Yang Ruoliu stood under the eaves and looked out, muttering, "See you later..."

Not until the car was completely out of sight did she open her clenched left hand and look down. In her palm was an exquisite pure gold necklace.

I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat and shed tears.

She put away her gold necklace, closed the shop door, hung up a sign saying it was temporarily closed, sat on a stool, and opened a bottle of beer.

He stared at the two bottles with a sense of loss, as these were originally meant for two people.

Hers, Amei's.