[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

Sicily's climate is not pleasant, with hot and dry summers and humid winters.

Since I was a child, I have been used to running barefoot along the coastline, and what I left behind was a series of harsh gunshots.If I go back and look, I can find that there are many people lying on the beach, some I know and some I don't know.

I don't have the leisure to pay homage to the dead one by one.The land I live in is called Sicily, not Florence, and people die every day here, and if you spend time honoring those dead, you probably spend your whole life praying.

Besides, I don't know those people very well.

For them, the motivation to protect me desperately is just a boring reason like "Miss Cecilia is the daughter of Boss". They are not loyal to me or my brother, but to my great and ruthless father.

My father gave me the unisex name Cecilia, probably because he wanted me to grow into a queen who would not lose to men, but unfortunately, I did not develop according to his wishes, and even became his last The despised dodder flower.

I don't hate this feeling.

What I hate is the father itself.

While indulging in the tenderness of his mistresses, he despises those women who depend on men for their lives.In his eyes, there is no difference between the mother who has no career and is his wife honestly, and the two mistresses he raised outside.

... Well, in a sense, there is indeed no difference between them. Who doesn't have one nose and two legs?

However, I can't be completely fickle like my father.

Even after going to university and being protected by the school's fully closed management to live out of the shadow of death, I still dream of myself running on the coastline from time to time.

I stepped on the corpses of the men who desperately protected me and ran forward. The sea water brushed against my bare toes. They were icy cold, as if the next second would freeze me into the Sleeping Beauty that countless men flock to in fairy tales. .

It was a damn dream.

The worst part is that I had this dream again.

Waking up from sleep is a very normal thing for me.I sat up from the bed and walked lightly to the bathroom to wash my face.

On the shelf fixed above the washbasin is still the makeup remover that I didn’t clean up. A few hours ago, I watched a movie with a heir of a big family in the third grade. After putting on makeup and changing clothes, she fell directly on the bed and fell asleep.

The tactile sensation of the cold water hitting the face made people sober up a lot.

I turned off the tap and stuffed the makeup remover into my cabinet.

The student dormitory is a double room, and everything is in duplicate, including the private cabinets in the bathroom.Coulom's personal belongings are not as many as mine. Her things are put directly into the cabinet. After going back and forth, what was originally a public shelf has become my exclusive.

Coulom didn't mind, and I didn't bother to be polite to her, I just left a small part on the shelf for her use.

In fact, I don't look ugly after removing my makeup. Makeup is just a personal habit.

I hate facing the opposite sex with my bare face, it's like letting me run wild on the street naked.

After washing my face, I walked out of the bathroom slowly.The wall clock on the wall is working diligently, the hour hand is pointing to "2" in Roman numerals, and the small table lamp by the bed emits dim light, which blurs the reflection of my bedding.

Collom was probably still awake.

I tiptoed over to the bed again and sat down.

I don't need to do that at all if I'm in the room with the same girl.But Coulom was not. She was one of Vongola's fighters. She had long been used to being vigilant in previous battles, and her sleep was surprisingly shallow.

But I am different, I have no heart and no lungs to grow so big, I will not feel any guilt when I step on the corpses of countless family members, and I sleep like a dead pig.

I raised my hand to turn off the light, and turned my gaze from the bedside table to Coulom on the opposite bed.

The other party's pair of red and blue eyes were shining brightly in the darkness.

I frowned, and suddenly stretched my retracted hand under the desk lamp, and turned on the desk lamp again.

The man who handed me the lipstick during the day sat generously on Coulom's bunk, and his face still had the decent smile that a gentleman deserves.I could swear to the Virgin Mary, this guy still has no intention of explaining to me why he's here.

"Good evening," he said.

I said "good evening" back to him dryly.

"I have admired Miss Marino's name for a long time," the other party said, I have heard countless compliments, "I saw her today, she is indeed a beauty."

I want to polish your dog eyes before saying this.During the day I wore makeup on my face and you didn't even praise me as a beauty, but now you do boast about my face without makeup, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

So he raised his eyebrows: "It is definitely not a gentleman's behavior not to announce the name when talking with a lady."

"Please forgive my impoliteness, I was just amazed by Miss Marino's beauty, and forgot to introduce myself for a while." The other party's originally very plain words were tinged with a little smile, "The next Liudaokuo, Culom's... Um... parents."

I squinted and looked at his face.

Coulom is the same age as me, both eighteen years old, and the family should be about the same age as my parents.The man in front of him was in his early twenties at most, and apart from his strange hairstyle, he could hardly find anything similar to Kurom.

Besides, even parents shouldn't stay in the girls' dormitory in the middle of the night? !

I withdrew my arm that was pressing the lamp switch, and rolled up the non-existent sleeves on the pajamas, thinking that if this person made the next move, I would just flatten him, and Coulom would just turn around and explain.

To be honest, the current situation of the dormitory is absolutely unsightly.I was wearing a transparent sling pajamas, the hem of which only reached a little below the base of my thighs, barely covering my underwear, but the man opposite me was fully dressed, as if he had been waiting in place for a long time.

If the dormitory teacher suddenly couldn't think of a midnight rounds, I would definitely become a man of the year.

It's all about dating a few men, and meeting men privately in the middle of the night has become a problem on another level.Even if nothing really happened to us, it would be enough to make men who were dating me the other day rush up and say "Cescilia, let's not talk anymore".

Since the beginning of school, I have been able to jump repeatedly between a bunch of men without overturning the car, relying on my ambiguous attitude towards everyone. I will gladly accept the invitation of every man, but I will not develop a real relationship with any man sexual relationship.

Men are all cheap bones, a beautiful and proud woman is enough to arouse their cheap desire to conquer, and when they hold a woman in their palms, she becomes a pretty but dispensable rag doll.

What is not available is always the best.

Cecilia is the red rose that they will never get, so they will frantically gather around Cecilia's pomegranate skirt, presenting all the treasures she wants, secretly competing with each other, and finally get Cecilia The man with the heart is the undisputed winner.

But what if they found out that Cecilia already had a partner who could secretly communicate with her at night?

The red rose will turn into a bright red ink stain on the homework, and they will try their best to discredit me, distance themselves from me, and even describe me as a scum who plays with emotions in front of outsiders.

That was literally the worst thing in the world.

I may not care about reputation, but I care about whether I can catch men in the future.

After thinking about the situation I was in, I spent a few minutes typing a long enough draft to try to persuade the man to leave the dormitory together during the winter solstice.But when he raised his head, the person sitting on the bed turned back into Kurom again.

I:"?"

Coulom: "?"