Qin Hanyue changed the basin of water, and wiped her legs again, then said to her: “I’m going to take a shower, you sleep first.”
These words were really suggestive.
He was sweating all over, and took the water in.
The small house had a bathroom next door. It was called a bathroom, but really had nothing, just a shower area separated by a wall, without even a door, of course, the door didn't open into the room.
Qiao Ying closed her eyes and listened to Qin Hanyue showering. She cursed under her breath, then went straight to sleep.
Qiao Ying’s bargain wasn’t so easy to take advantage of. The price Qin Hanyue paid for that kiss wasn’t small. Qiao Ying didn’t settle accounts with him at the time, but made him suffer the next day.
Her tone was cold as ten degrees, and her eyes made Qin Hanyue really unable to cope.
Qin Hanyue immediately retreated to his original position - okay, the relationship between the two still stopped above the neck.
At that time, he was also bewitched by beauty, and couldn't restrain himself in the heat of the moment when he first saw Qiao Ying shy.
However, Qiao Ying, who was in an awkward situation at the time, felt more that Qin Hanyue was getting back at her and deliberately trying to tease her.
It embarrassed her.
If Qin Hanyue knew Qiao Ying's inner thoughts, he would definitely take out his lifelong understanding of language and literature to explain to her that he really just wanted to kiss her, not to take revenge or tease her.
When the little boy delivered food during the day, he told Qin Hanyue that it was very chaotic outside. He heard adults say that many people were killed in the neighboring town, and it was also reported in the news. He told Qin Hanyue not to go out.
The little boy was afraid of the coming of the war and told Qin Hanyue to go back to their own country with his wife once she recovered, where it would be safer.
Darkness fell over the slum again.
The little boy squatted outside the little house, eating chocolate cookies bought with the remuneration from Qin Hanyue.
In front of him was the little house with the door closed.
Qin Hanyue took the opportunity of the night to go out and investigate the situation.
He asked the little boy to watch over for him here.
As the little boy was eating, he got bored and stood up to peek at Qiao Ying inside through the door. This Asian man’s wife was the most beautiful and cleanest woman he had ever seen.
He wondered if Asian women were all so fair and beautiful, and whether she could speak Spanish like her husband.
Unfortunately, the lights in the room were off, and he couldn't see anything in the pitch black.
Suddenly, a tall, thin man appeared and called out to the little boy.
The little boy, who was peeking through the door crack, jumped in fright and looked back at the man.
The man was the little boy's uncle.
Speaking in Spanish, he asked what he was doing crouching at the door so late at night.
The little boy reflexively hid the chocolate cookies behind him and evasively replied, "I'll go in soon."
"I heard you've made quite a bit of money recently, I thought you sold your grandfather's house. Looks like you’ve got some skills, huh."
The man looked the little boy up and down disdainfully, "How could you get money? Where's the money? Show me."
The little boy shook his head.
"No? What are you eating then?"
The little boy, who had suffered a lot of beatings from his uncle, was a little afraid of him. He hid the chocolate cookies and said weakly, "It was given by a kind person."
Qiao Ying on the bed heard the quarrel outside the door.
"Humph, since you can make money and feed yourself, your grandfather's house is mine now." The man walked up and pulled the little boy away from the door.
"A brat like you, living in such a big house, while my house is falling apart. Can't even find a woman without a house." The man complained bitterly.
The little boy nimbly slipped under the man's armpit back to the door. He stretched out his arms to block the door, "This is my grandfather's house he gave me."
The man pointed at the little boy's head, "I'm your uncle. I'm saying this house is mine now, get out of the way."
The little boy refused to budge.
The man impatiently tried to push him away, but the little boy threw away the cookies and clung tightly to the walls on both sides, blocking the door.
His frail body was still pushed to the ground by the man.
The man glared at the little boy threateningly, warning him a few words, then pushed open the door, intending to occupy the house.
When he turned on the light,
he saw a fair and beautiful Asian girl lying on the bed.
The man's eyes instantly lit up. For a moment he thought he was hallucinating. As a bachelor in his forties, he could hardly believe it.
The little boy climbed up from the ground, rushed in barefoot and covered in dust, and spread his arms to block the bed.
He wasn’t much taller than the bed, after years of malnutrition.
"Good boy, you actually hid a woman here. You’re much more capable than your uncle." The man leered.
The little boy pleaded, "She's sick, please don't hurt her, I beg you."
Before he could say much, the little boy was roughly pushed away by the man and fell to the ground.
The man walked to the bed.
The little boy immediately climbed up again, rushed over and grabbed the man's arm, punching the man like raindrops. "Get out, get out, get out..."
The little boy nimbly wrapped his legs around one of the man's legs, his whole body hanging on the man as he shouted, "Her husband will be back soon."
Trying to scare the man away.
But the man had nothing to lose and was not afraid at all. He easily tore the little boy off and threw him aside.
The man's wolf-like eyes stared at Qiao Ying as he said unspeakable words, impatiently approaching Qiao Ying.
Under the quilt, Qiao Ying’s hand gripped the short knife Qin Hanyue left for her self-defense. Her eyes were cold.
Just one step away from the bed, as the man was about to pounce on it, Qin Hanyue rushed back.
Before Qiao Ying could make a move, Qin Hanyue kicked the man aside with a side kick, then grabbed the man by the back of his collar, lifted him up, choked his neck, and slammed him against the wall after dragging him away from the bed.
The force was so great that the man was suffocated in one go.
Qin Hanyue threw the man away, took two big steps to the bedside, and anxiously asked, "Are you okay?"
He lifted the quilt and eagerly checked her over.
Qiao Ying made a soft sound, which was her response.
Qin Hanyue went out to investigate the situation. He temporarily did not find any traces of the Shadow, and Qiao Ying's injuries had just begun to heal. As long as they didn't move, they could hide here for a day.
So Qin Hanyue didn't plan to leave, but dealt with the man's corpse instead.
In the slums, no one noticed if a person disappeared or died.
While Qin Hanyue disposed of the corpse, the little boy brought soil to wipe the blood stains off the floor. As he wiped, tears fell from his eyes.
He was probably frightened, and was also crying for his uncle's death, although his uncle was not good to him and was a bad person, he was his only remaining relative.
Although young, having grown up in the slums, he had seen life and death many times, and was not scared silly.
The little boy cleaned the floor spotless, then turned to look at Qiao Ying on the bed, his face completely dirty.
He glanced again at the closed door,
as if to see if Qin Hanyue had returned.
Qiao Ying looked at him and asked in Spanish, "What’s your name?"
The little boy told her.
Qiao Ying didn't say anything else.
Soon, Qin Hanyue came back.
The little boy guiltily told him, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect your wife well. My uncle was a bad person."
Qin Hanyue's expression was blank. Facing the little boy's sincere eyes, after a moment he said reassuringly, "You were very brave."
After the little boy left, Qin Hanyue came to the bedside and looked at Qiao Ying. A surge of fear came over him.
Qiao Ying said flatly, "After we get away safely, send someone to pick up this child."
Qin Hanyue: "Okay, as you say."
Qin Hanyue changed the basin of water, and wiped her legs again, then said to her: “I’m going to take a shower, you sleep first.”
These words were really suggestive.
He was sweating all over, and took the water in.
The small house had a bathroom next door. It was called a bathroom, but really had nothing, just a shower area separated by a wall, without even a door, of course, the door didn't open into the room.
Qiao Ying closed her eyes and listened to Qin Hanyue showering. She cursed under her breath, then went straight to sleep.
Qiao Ying’s bargain wasn’t so easy to take advantage of. The price Qin Hanyue paid for that kiss wasn’t small. Qiao Ying didn’t settle accounts with him at the time, but made him suffer the next day.
Her tone was cold as ten degrees, and her eyes made Qin Hanyue really unable to cope.
Qin Hanyue immediately retreated to his original position - okay, the relationship between the two still stopped above the neck.
At that time, he was also bewitched by beauty, and couldn't restrain himself in the heat of the moment when he first saw Qiao Ying shy.
However, Qiao Ying, who was in an awkward situation at the time, felt more that Qin Hanyue was getting back at her and deliberately trying to tease her.
It embarrassed her.
If Qin Hanyue knew Qiao Ying's inner thoughts, he would definitely take out his lifelong understanding of language and literature to explain to her that he really just wanted to kiss her, not to take revenge or tease her.
When the little boy delivered food during the day, he told Qin Hanyue that it was very chaotic outside. He heard adults say that many people were killed in the neighboring town, and it was also reported in the news. He told Qin Hanyue not to go out.
The little boy was afraid of the coming of the war and told Qin Hanyue to go back to their own country with his wife once she recovered, where it would be safer.
Darkness fell over the slum again.
The little boy squatted outside the little house, eating chocolate cookies bought with the remuneration from Qin Hanyue.
In front of him was the little house with the door closed.
Qin Hanyue took the opportunity of the night to go out and investigate the situation.
He asked the little boy to watch over for him here.
As the little boy was eating, he got bored and stood up to peek at Qiao Ying inside through the door. This Asian man’s wife was the most beautiful and cleanest woman he had ever seen.
He wondered if Asian women were all so fair and beautiful, and whether she could speak Spanish like her husband.
Unfortunately, the lights in the room were off, and he couldn't see anything in the pitch black.
Suddenly, a tall, thin man appeared and called out to the little boy.
The little boy, who was peeking through the door crack, jumped in fright and looked back at the man.
The man was the little boy's uncle.
Speaking in Spanish, he asked what he was doing crouching at the door so late at night.
The little boy reflexively hid the chocolate cookies behind him and evasively replied, "I'll go in soon."
"I heard you've made quite a bit of money recently, I thought you sold your grandfather's house. Looks like you’ve got some skills, huh."
The man looked the little boy up and down disdainfully, "How could you get money? Where's the money? Show me."
The little boy shook his head.
"No? What are you eating then?"
The little boy, who had suffered a lot of beatings from his uncle, was a little afraid of him. He hid the chocolate cookies and said weakly, "It was given by a kind person."
Qiao Ying on the bed heard the quarrel outside the door.
"Humph, since you can make money and feed yourself, your grandfather's house is mine now." The man walked up and pulled the little boy away from the door.
"A brat like you, living in such a big house, while my house is falling apart. Can't even find a woman without a house." The man complained bitterly.
The little boy nimbly slipped under the man's armpit back to the door. He stretched out his arms to block the door, "This is my grandfather's house he gave me."
The man pointed at the little boy's head, "I'm your uncle. I'm saying this house is mine now, get out of the way."
The little boy refused to budge.
The man impatiently tried to push him away, but the little boy threw away the cookies and clung tightly to the walls on both sides, blocking the door.
His frail body was still pushed to the ground by the man.
The man glared at the little boy threateningly, warning him a few words, then pushed open the door, intending to occupy the house.
When he turned on the light,
he saw a fair and beautiful Asian girl lying on the bed.
The man's eyes instantly lit up. For a moment he thought he was hallucinating. As a bachelor in his forties, he could hardly believe it.
The little boy climbed up from the ground, rushed in barefoot and covered in dust, and spread his arms to block the bed.
He wasn’t much taller than the bed, after years of malnutrition.
"Good boy, you actually hid a woman here. You’re much more capable than your uncle." The man leered.
The little boy pleaded, "She's sick, please don't hurt her, I beg you."
Before he could say much, the little boy was roughly pushed away by the man and fell to the ground.
The man walked to the bed.
The little boy immediately climbed up again, rushed over and grabbed the man's arm, punching the man like raindrops. "Get out, get out, get out..."
The little boy nimbly wrapped his legs around one of the man's legs, his whole body hanging on the man as he shouted, "Her husband will be back soon."
Trying to scare the man away.
But the man had nothing to lose and was not afraid at all. He easily tore the little boy off and threw him aside.
The man's wolf-like eyes stared at Qiao Ying as he said unspeakable words, impatiently approaching Qiao Ying.
Under the quilt, Qiao Ying’s hand gripped the short knife Qin Hanyue left for her self-defense. Her eyes were cold.
Just one step away from the bed, as the man was about to pounce on it, Qin Hanyue rushed back.
Before Qiao Ying could make a move, Qin Hanyue kicked the man aside with a side kick, then grabbed the man by the back of his collar, lifted him up, choked his neck, and slammed him against the wall after dragging him away from the bed.
The force was so great that the man was suffocated in one go.
Qin Hanyue threw the man away, took two big steps to the bedside, and anxiously asked, "Are you okay?"
He lifted the quilt and eagerly checked her over.
Qiao Ying made a soft sound, which was her response.
Qin Hanyue went out to investigate the situation. He temporarily did not find any traces of the Shadow, and Qiao Ying's injuries had just begun to heal. As long as they didn't move, they could hide here for a day.
So Qin Hanyue didn't plan to leave, but dealt with the man's corpse instead.
In the slums, no one noticed if a person disappeared or died.
While Qin Hanyue disposed of the corpse, the little boy brought soil to wipe the blood stains off the floor. As he wiped, tears fell from his eyes.
He was probably frightened, and was also crying for his uncle's death, although his uncle was not good to him and was a bad person, he was his only remaining relative.
Although young, having grown up in the slums, he had seen life and death many times, and was not scared silly.
The little boy cleaned the floor spotless, then turned to look at Qiao Ying on the bed, his face completely dirty.
He glanced again at the closed door,
as if to see if Qin Hanyue had returned.
Qiao Ying looked at him and asked in Spanish, "What’s your name?"
The little boy told her.
Qiao Ying didn't say anything else.
Soon, Qin Hanyue came back.
The little boy guiltily told him, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect your wife well. My uncle was a bad person."
Qin Hanyue's expression was blank. Facing the little boy's sincere eyes, after a moment he said reassuringly, "You were very brave."
After the little boy left, Qin Hanyue came to the bedside and looked at Qiao Ying. A surge of fear came over him.
Qiao Ying said flatly, "After we get away safely, send someone to pick up this child."
Qin Hanyue: "Okay, as you say."
