White Swan

Chapter 59

When Qiao Fei stepped into Shi Xubai's apartment this time, she felt very at ease. Shi Xubai turned on the light as soon as she entered the door, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the living room illuminated the room that was not dark.

Perhaps this apartment can only be considered a home when she is with Shi Xubai, and Qiao Fei always lacks a little warmth when she is here.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when they entered the door, both of them were a bit hungry, and there was nothing to eat at home, so Shi Xubai ordered takeaway, and sat on the sofa with Qiao Fei after eating.

No one lived in the house for a long time, and it was a little stuffy, so Shi Xubai opened the windows for ventilation, so that some air could come in.

The weather is getting warmer, and the wind that blows in carries the scent of spring that is about to sprout in early March.

Entering spring also means that the days are gradually getting longer. Even if it is almost six o'clock in the evening, it is still bright outside, and the sun has not yet set.

"Has the matter between you and your uncle been resolved?" Qiao Fei sat cross-legged next to Shi Xubai, and asked him carefully, "It doesn't matter if you come back?"

Shi Xubai paused slightly after hearing this, and then said: "Well, it's resolved."

They have known each other for almost half a year, and Qiao Fei can tell right away that this is not a 100% truthful sentence. His eyes dimmed a bit: "You said you would never lie to me again, have you forgotten?"

The living room was quiet, and it took Shi Xubai a long time to speak, with a little apology in his voice: "He doesn't want me to come back, he wants me to stay in the United States."

"He said that it was useless for me to be a ballet choreographer. It would be better to be a Chinese teacher abroad. But I came back because it was not his choice after all."

"That's right, that's not his choice." Qiao Fei pulled the pillow on the sofa over and hugged her.The topic they were talking about was already serious, so he pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's a pity for you to be a Chinese teacher. I don't allow your talent to be seen only by your students. This will make those blond-haired foreigners cheaper."

"You can't lie to me anymore, okay?" Qiao Fei added softly, "No matter what, we will face it together."

Shi Xubai smiled and nodded: "Let's not mention him in the future, shall we? Anyway, if nothing happens, I probably won't go to America to look for him again."

Qiao Fei figured out from this sentence that Shi Xubai and his uncle didn't communicate very well. He wanted to comfort him but didn't know what to say, so in the end he could only gently hold Shi Xubai's hand, hoping Can bring him a little sporadic temperature.

In fact, he is not very good at comforting people. Those so-called words that can comfort others are useless to Qiao Fei. All the pain can only be carried by himself. After all, a bleeding wound can only heal by himself.

"It's nothing, baby, don't worry about me so much. I'm already past the age where I want to be affirmed by him. He is not that important to me. Anyway, he didn't raise me up, I raised myself big."

Xubai's uncle has never cared about him since he was a child, Shi Xubai may be dispensable to him, only the money and future power represented by Shi Xubai made his uncle reluctantly accept him.

"What about you?" Shi Xubai changed the subject.

Qiao Fei understood what Xu Bai was asking when he came over, shrugged, and replied: "It's nothing, the bastard won't let me go, he always threatens me in different ways, I'm tired."

"And he actually prevented me from going out today." Qiao Fei's eyes suddenly flashed mischievously, like a bad student who violated the order of the class teacher, "I still sneaked out to find you."

Shi Xubai chuckled lightly: "There's no way, you've already followed me home, and if you want to go back, I won't let you go."

He spoke lightly, as if joking, but his fingers gently stroked the wound on Qiao Fei's cheek.

"Do you think this is kidnapping?" Qiao Fei asked him sincerely.

There was a smile in Shi Xubai's voice, and what he said scratched Qiao Fei's heart.

"Then are you in love with the person who kidnapped you?"

"What do you think?" Qiao Fei stared at Shi Xubai's lips with provocative eyes.And Shi Xubai avoided him when he tiptoed to kiss him, and said with a smile: "This is called Stockholm Syndrome, it's a mental illness, and it needs to be cured."

"If it is not cured, it will not be cured."

The room started to get a little cold, Shi Xubai got up and closed the window, Qiao Fei helped to put the suitcase that Shi Xubai hadn't brought into the room into the bedroom, so that it would be easier to clean up later.

He held the handle of the suitcase with both hands, and opened the door without his hands. He pushed the door open with his shoulders, but he didn't control the strength well. The door bounced back when it knocked against the wall, and the doorknob just hit Qiao Fei's waist.

Under the clothes were bruises kicked out by He Chijie's bodyguards last week. After being touched by the doorknob, it hurt a little. Qiao Fei couldn't help but flinched, and took two steps aside.

Even though he pretended nothing happened, Shi Xubai still caught Qiao Fei's subtle expression behind him, and he understood it all at once.Regardless of Qiao Fei's weak resistance, he walked over and gently lifted his clothes up.

There was a little bruise on the lower part of the abdomen, which was serious when I was first injured, but it is almost healed now.After following He Haoyun, Qiao Fei felt that her ability to endure pain had increased. For example, this bruise or the injury on her face could be ignored by Ren Ren.

"He did this too?" Shi Xubai just watched, not daring to touch Qiao Fei for fear of his pain.Qiao Fei's complexion is very fair, so the bruise stands out even more.

Qiao Fei put her hand on Shi Xubai's, touched the back of his hand with her thumb, and put down her clothes to cover it up: "Actually, it's not."

"But it has something to do with him, doesn't it?"

Seeing Qiao Fei's silence, Shi Xubai leaned over and kissed the bruise on his side, then kissed again, and put his arms around his thin waist.

Underneath Qiao Fei's coat was the white cotton pajamas that he hadn't changed when he went out in the morning. Shi Xubai thought he was cute, fluffy, like a fluffy cloud in the sky.

In his eyes, no matter what the boy is, he is always so clean and simple. No matter whether he is wearing gray or white, it is a touch of soft color at the tip of his heart, shining in his ordinary and somewhat gloomy world. a small lamp.

Shi Xubai likes Qiao Fei's soft hair, shining almond eyes, and the way he looks at him.

"Does it still hurt?" He exhaled a little hot, just blowing on the bruise.

Qiao Fei wanted to shake his head instinctively, but before Shi Xubai could react, he had already put his hands into his cotton pajamas, stroking upwards slowly.

Qiao Fei's mouth felt a little dry, her breathing became faster, and the parts of her body touched by Shi Xubai were burning.Shi Xubai straightened up, lightly supported Qiao Fei to pick him up, and let him hug her.

The boy climbed on Shi Xubai like a koala, with two thin legs wrapped around his waist, only in this way could Qiao Fei be at the same height as Shi Xubai, and kiss him unscrupulously.

Shi Xubai carried him from the bedroom door back to the living room, kissing his chest lightly along the way.

There is no place of suitable height in the living room, only the ivory white grand piano, Shi Xubai hugged Qiao Fei and put him on it, stood between his legs and kissed him.

"I'm dirty, you might..."

"Not dirty, my baby is not dirty at all, no one can say that about you, not even you."

Shi Xubai bit Qiao Fei's collarbone, peeled off his pajamas, and left red on his white chest.Bloated hickey.

Bao'er, I can give me to you, do you want it?

"I want, I want, I want, I want..."

They don't belong to each other, but this is their romance.

Shi Xubai's voice was a little hoarse, and Qiao Fei's breathing tickled him.

Little swans lay me an egg.

He gave Qiao Fei all the tenderness he had accumulated all his life, as if he wanted to rub himself into his body and press him tightly to his side.

And Qiao Fei felt that she was holding the whole sun in her arms. His sun was very gentle and would not burn him. Instead, she would only hold him with her warm hands, like a shell holding the only pearl in her arms.

They love each other so that the broken rag doll grows sunflowers from the cracks in its body.