“Ding,” the elevator doors opened, Qi Yufeng walked out with a faint smile. Was everything okay? Was he not angry anymore? I followed behind him, but how could that be possible? Just as I, foolishly thinking the storm had passed, was humming a tune and preparing to take a bath, he came in.
“What are you doing here? If you need to use the bathroom, go to the one in the hall.”
He didn’t answer, instead, he asked, “Is the water temperature set?”
“It’s set.” He rolled up his sleeves, sat by the bathtub, and tested the water with the showerhead.
“What do you want?”
“Come here.” I obediently went over, curious about what he was up to. To my surprise, he pinned me against the wall, the water cascading down, and he began to scrub my neck vigorously. I pushed and screamed for him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen.
“You’re crazy!” I cursed, throwing the showerhead away, he grabbed my wet hair, forcing my head back, gritting his teeth, “I’ll go mad if I don’t remove it!” He then bit down, tearing at my skin, the pain was so intense I couldn’t even cry. It was useless; he wouldn’t care until that piece of flesh was gone, but that was my artery! I stopped all resistance, trying to stay calm, “Either you bite it off, and I die, or you lighten up and leave a bite mark, a permanent reminder that your cousin’s kiss is there.”
Indeed, he released his bite, his head hanging over my shoulder, silent for a long time, like a child, triggering my maternal instincts, I reached out to embrace him. I really wanted to comfort him; he was hurt. “No matter what misunderstandings you have with your cousin, he and I are not what you think. I’m on your side.”
