Eternal Burning

I grabbed his hand and said in a low voice: No, you get out of the way first, and I'll take care of it in the bathroom myself.

He Weizhou raised his head with a strange and unusual expression, an emotion that I have never seen on his face, which is infinitely close to madness.

He was half-knelt on the ground, looked up at me and said, Beida, can't you really see it? I love you and I am after you.

I was stunned, caught off guard by his words.

I……

No, I didn't see it. But Shang Muxiao could see it. Is it really because he said that I don't have the eyes to see people?

I sorted out the language and politely declined: Thank you for your liking. But I just ended a relationship and I haven't fully recovered, and at the moment... I don't plan to start a new relationship so soon.

In the living room, my phone suddenly rang frantically.

I'm different from others. I will never find you troublesome, and I'm happy to take care of you. More importantly, what I like is your mutilated appearance. Mustard, you are absolutely perfect. Speaking, He Weizhou gently stroked my leg through the fabric, like stroking a beautiful piece of art.

I immediately stood upside down with hair on my back, and it felt creepy.

Stiffening my body, I tentatively asked: Do you... like the way I look in a wheelchair?

I thought of a group of people, very similar to He Weizhou.

The phones in the living room kept going one after another for a long time, but I really couldn't care about them at the moment, so I could only let them ring.

Mu Can is not a pervert, we are just different from the mainstream public aesthetics. He Weizhou obviously knew what I was thinking, and generously admitted that I like incomplete beauty, just like some people like tragedy, and some people are obsessed with the feeling of being whipped. Rest assured, I will not artificially create defects for my own preferences, that is not beauty. Beauty. It's naturally formed, just like you.

I couldn't tell for a moment whether I should be honored or absurd.

The situation is not good for me, and I don't want to stimulate him, so I can only pretend to say: In this way, you give me some time first. You suddenly told me this, I...I think about it, after all, it is also a major event in life.

He stared at me for a while, then lowered his eyes again, as if he didn't understand me at all.

Let me handle the burn for you, okay? He took care of himself and rolled up my trouser legs a little bit.

As long as it doesn't hurt others or violate the law, whether it's aesthetics or sexuality, it's all personal freedom.

But his behavior now is no different from sexual harassment.

Don't do this... I felt helpless.

I never imagined that one day I would experience something like this in my own home. Still being treated as a friend...

Am I really living in an ivory tower for a long time, ignorant of the sinister nature of people?

Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you... The trouser legs were rolled up to the knees, He Weizhou stared at my legs, his whole face lit up.

There is nothing around that can be used as a weapon, and the mobile phone no longer makes a sound in the living room.

I closed my eyes and felt a sense of despair in my heart.

His fingers touched my thighs, I should have no feeling, but maybe I was too resistant, and I trembled involuntarily.

And almost at the same second, the sound of the electronic lock being unlocked came from the door.

He Weizhou paused for a moment, and before he could react, he was pulled by the back collar of Shang Muxiao who rushed in, and fell to the ground.

Chapter 51 You should change your temper

The scene got out of hand at one point, and I watched as the two of them scuffled and tumbled across my kitchen floor.

Shang Muxiao didn't say a word, just punched people. He Weizhou is weak in the end, not his opponent who plays extreme sports at all. He took several punches at once, and the corners of his mouth were broken.

Although I was also shocked by the sudden appearance of Shang Muxiao, this is not the time to struggle with this. As soon as I escaped from He Weizhou's control, I jumped at the phone on the coffee table and called the police.

you... what do you do? He Weizhou shrank to avoid Shang Muxiao's fist, his voice was a little scared.

what have I done? Shang Muxiao grabbed the placket of his shirt and punched him in the abdomen.

He Weizhou's face turned pale in an instant.

Shang Muxiao raised his fist again, and repeated in a serious tone: What am I doing?

Hello, how can I help you? The phone was connected, and the operator's gentle voice came from the opposite side.

While observing the battle between the two people in the kitchen, I explained the situation to the operator.

The operator said that they would arrange for the police to arrive as soon as possible to let me pay attention to my own safety.

That He Weizhou pushed Shang Muxiao away with all his might, staggered to the door, and when he saw me, a trace of complicated emotions flashed on his face.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you...

He finished hurriedly, fearing that Shang Muxiao would chase after him again, he hurriedly turned and left, and ran away directly along the fire escape without even taking the elevator.

Not long after, Shang Muxiao chased him to the door. Seeing that the person had disappeared, he cursed reluctantly and slammed the door shut.

There are only the two of us left in the room. Although I still can't recover and my heart is still beating wildly, it is more difficult for me to understand why Shang Muxiao appeared by such a coincidence than something as clear as He Weizhou and Mucan. in my home.