my villain is too cute

Chapter 223 My Little Poor (37)

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Jin pursed his lips angrily, he shouldn't be in such a hurry,

She stretched out her arms to hug his slender waist, and led him to lie down on the sofa together.

With the movement, Xie Huan had to press the whole body on Han Jin's body.

There was a soft and seductive arc bent from the shoulders to the waist, and the tender white hands subconsciously supported Han Jin's shoulders.

Han Jin sighed softly, and patted his thin shoulders gently with his palm.

"I don't watch it."

Xie Huan blinked her eyelashes, and lay on Han Jin's body in a relaxed manner. Her fingers picked up her long hair and twirled it casually.

Short chestnut hair covered his delicate eyebrows and eyes, his eyes were slightly dazed, and his thin lips were pursed lightly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, his gentle voice sounded softly.

"I was injured when I was five years old, and was adopted by Aunt Bai. She treated me very well, and my injury gradually healed."

Han Jin knew that what he took away was his fear, fear, and hopelessness.

But she didn't speak, just hugged her little cutie comfortingly, and acted as a qualified listener.

The corners of Xie Huan's lips curled up slowly, not in a pleasant arc, his voice became low, and he continued to speak very slowly.

"After a while, Aunt Bai came to me and begged me, saying that Xie Rong's heart is not good, and only I can help him. At that time, I didn't understand what it meant, but I agreed."

"Because, she is very good to me, how could I not help?"

"That day, there was a lot of snow, and I don't quite remember what happened. When I woke up, the room was dark, my body had no strength, and there was a little pain in my chest."

And, the biting cold and the blood on the chest; the severe pain and the scalding all over the body.

"I was thrown from the bedroom on the first floor to the attic on the top of the building. It was a utility room. It was very cold in winter and very hot in summer. I couldn't go out. I could only see people when the servant delivered meals. I often looked at the attic. The books in the library are not too boring."

"I have something I love, which is painting. There are all kinds of sundries in the attic, and I can easily find tools for painting. I stayed there for half a year, and it was the most leisurely time for me."

"Later, Xie Rong came. He was no longer the cute and thin elder brother. He became very fierce and would always bully me."

"He cleared out the clutter in the attic and left me with a bed and a desk, and my room wasn't that interesting anymore."

"But Auntie Bai is very kind to me. She bought me the best drawing paper and paints. I'm doing well there."

Xie Huan rubbed Han Jin's shoulder nostalgicly, the light in his eyes was soft, but the bottom of his eyes was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up any waves.
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——Xie Rong would always hit him with roses from the yard, and the sharp thorns would pierce into his body;

——Xie Ronghui tore up the newly drawn painting that he had carefully drawn, which contained his favorite warm scenery;
——Xie Rong would make him kneel in the cold and windy night, and the one who tortured him the most was on his birthday;

—— Xie Feng ignored him, but whenever he saw him, he would frown in disgust;
(End of this chapter)