Morbid domestication

The author has something to say: Sorry, I will try not to revise it repeatedly in the future. These two chapters can be regarded as a small climax, and it is also a transformation of Xiaoyi’s psychology, so I want to write as reasonable as possible

A clear answer was emerging, but I didn't dare to think about it, my hands trembled uncontrollably, and I almost uncontrollably flipped through the things on the desk.

I frantically searched for something about me in this room as if to prove something.

The only thought left in my mind is stubbornly resisting, Feng Jue will not lie to me!

But this idea was quickly defeated by reason.

My eyes were sore, as if some liquid had slipped down my cheeks, I felt that the oxygen in my lungs was almost being squeezed out, and my chest hurt badly.

The identity is false, and the identity of the lover may also be false, so what else is true?

Is all of this a complete hoax?

Why?Why did Feng Jue treat me like this?What did he think of me!

The strength of my body seemed to be drained, and I was struck by severe headaches. I had to stop searching, and tightly grasped the corner of the wooden table with my hands. I lowered my head, trying to forcefully press Let go of this pain.

A harsh bell sounded suddenly, one after another, especially obvious in the quiet room.

I gritted my teeth and endured the pain, staring at the two words that kept flashing on the screen of my phone, trying to see through the screen the person behind me.

Ten minutes have passed since the last time he called me.

Why did Feng Jue call me at this time?

My confused mind can't go into details, I just know that I have too many questions to ask him at the moment.

I want him to give me an answer, what am I to him, a manipulative plaything?

I want to ask too much, but I don't want to ask.

This man's feelings are terrible, he seems to be hidden in a fog, no matter how hard I try, I still can't see clearly.

The phone kept ringing in my ears again, and the noise made my head hurt even more.

Confusion, fear, anger, and even sadness, all kinds of negative emotions are stuffy in my heart and I can't find an outlet. I can hardly restrain the urge to pick it up and throw it against the wall.

I can't wait for it to die with the people on the phone, it's better to completely disappear in my world!

But I can't do that, rationality tells me that I'm still in conflict with Feng Jue, I'd better pretend nothing happened, and even have a happy conversation with Feng Jue like I did all day today.

Otherwise, my situation will only be worse than it is now.

I took a deep breath, pinched my palms hard, pressed the answer button, desperately suppressed the surging emotions in my heart, and forced my tone to sound the same as before.

"gentlemen."

"What is Xiaoyi doing?"

You must not show your flaws in front of him!

"Sir, I'm looking for clothes."

"Are you in the bedroom?" Feng Jue asked again: "What clothes are you looking for?"

"Shirt, look for a white shirt~" I tried my best to raise my voice, but the ending trembled uncontrollably.

Feng Jue paused for a moment: "Xiao Yi, what's wrong with your voice?"

"No, it's nothing..." I had to cover the microphone and take a few deep breaths again. The feeling of powerlessness almost made me unable to hold on. For a moment, I even wanted to give up struggling.

"I'm just missing Mr.

Feng Jue chuckled, and coaxed softly: "Good boy, I'll be back soon."

His tone was as affectionate and pampering as ever, but at the moment, I felt chills all over my body when I heard it. How does he treat me differently than he treats a favorite toy?

"Sir..." I squeezed out two words out of breath.

"what happened?"

I want to ask Feng Jue: Why did you lie to me?How much are you hiding from me?But in the end I just opened my mouth lightly.

"It's nothing, I just want to tell my husband, I want to find a white shirt, so I can wear it to play the piano for my husband."

My sanity returned a little bit, I lowered my head and started looking through the things on the table again. There were not many things on the table, except for the pen holder and a few pens in the pen holder, and a few small ornaments of little princes in different shapes, there was nothing else that's it.

"Have you found that little idea?"

"I'm still picking. I think every piece looks good, but none of them look good enough." I replied in a brisk tone.

The headache seemed to be relieved a lot after I calmed down. I bent down and opened the desk drawers one by one. Fortunately, it was not locked, but there were some seemingly useless sundries in the two drawers in succession, and there was Dolls of various little princes.

Feng Jue's voice continued to come from the phone: "Xiao Yi looks the best in whatever she wears."

"Really." I responded casually.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Feng Jue change the subject: "Just now when Uncle Zhang reported to me about work, he said he didn't see you in the study, why didn't Xiaoyi meet him when he came out?"

I was pulling open the third drawer for a moment, and realized later that Feng Jue didn't believe what I said in the study at all during the previous phone call.

Is my lie too full of holes, or...

I suddenly realized something, and turned my head to look at the surveillance on the wall. Each screen displayed a different picture, my bedroom, the piano room, the living room on the first floor, the garden... They were all assigned to me. my range of activities.

It's impossible that Feng Jue can see the situation in the villa from time to time even when he is outside.

Thinking of this possibility, I felt as if I had been thrown into icy water. I was cold from head to toe, and my body couldn't help shivering.

No, it won't be like this, Feng Jue didn't expose me directly, did it?If he can see the situation in the villa and know that I am not in the bedroom at all, then there is no need for him to continue to call me here.

Or, because he was on the phone with me, he didn't bother to watch the surveillance.

Thinking of this, I tried not to let my voice tremble, and replied: "Really, it may be that Uncle Zhang is dizzy."

Feng Jue didn't seem to expect me to answer like this, and was silent for a few seconds.

I didn't dare to let the other party hang up the phone, so I could only force myself to start the conversation: "Sir, can you tell me what song you want to hear me play later?"

While talking, I quickened the movements of my hands and quickly opened the fourth drawer. If I couldn't find anything useful, I could only go downstairs as soon as possible.

Fortunately, in the fourth drawer, I finally saw something different - a notebook with a black cover lay quietly among several little prince dolls, and I took it without hesitation come out.

Feng Jue's voice came from next to his ear, "Which song do you want to play?"

"How about Richard Clayderman's BalladepourAdeline?"

I opened the book as quickly as possible, and with the faint light in the room, I tried my best to identify the line of words that came into view.

——The star finally found his little prince.

That is the word of Feng Jue.

Stars...Little Prince, my heart skipped a beat, and I intuited that there would be a lot of information I wanted.

"Yes." Feng Jue on the other end of the phone agreed, and asked again: "Xiaoyi, did you find the clothes?"

I closed the book and hugged it in my arms, and replied: "Sir, I found it."

From the other end came Feng Jue's chuckle: "Really? Then how soon can I hear the little prince's piano."

I could hear the urging in Feng Jue's tone, even though I really wanted to search this room more carefully, but I knew it was too late, I had to go downstairs quickly!

I walked quickly to the monitoring screen on the wall, wanting to see the situation downstairs first, looked around, and finally my sight was fixed on a screen on the upper right, where the scene displayed was the corridor on the second floor.

And at that moment, a person I know and hate appeared on the surveillance screen——Zhang Bo.

It looked like he was heading towards my bedroom.

I suddenly clenched the notebook in my hand, and my whole heart was raised.

Feng Jue's voice came again from the phone: "Xiaoyi?"

I gritted my teeth secretly, and then I answered Feng Jue's question without changing my tone.

"soon."