Pitiful Widower (15)

Xue Ci's cheeks were burning hot.

He lowered his eyes awkwardly, his fair fingers twisting his pajamas back and forth, and his lips were bitten so hard they left a noticeable wet mark.

Having always played the role of an honest person, and indeed being an honest person in reality... he simply couldn't imagine himself saying such a thing.

They must have been homeless for too long.

Or it could be a system task.

Steam rose from Xue Ci's earlobes, and her eyes were filled with moisture. Her thin layer of powder was like a transparent glass, through which one could see the tiny, winding veins.

Bill moved closer uncontrollably.

He was so close that he could smell Xue Ci's scent.

It smells so good it's almost overflowing from my mouth.

Isn't it bad if it smells too good? So every now and then, I have to kiss my man to kiss away the fragrance and sweetness.

Xue Ci probably hasn't been kissed in a long time.

This is the time when a kiss is necessary.

He would have said those kinds of things on the first meeting, but now he's acting all innocent and naive like a handsome guy who's never flirted with a man before.

Little did she know that her aristocratic husband had already thoroughly slept with her.

Jealousy began to spread from the depths of Bill's heart.

--Aren't they the ones who have known each other the longest?

Why aren't you saying anything?

He gave a wicked smile, wanting to hear Xue Ci glare at him with red ears.

He's already in there without you even having to glare at him.

The atmosphere became strange. The room was too small, cluttered with miscellaneous items, Xue Ci could only put her feet in a square meter or two.

But Bill, with his towering frame, insisted on squeezing in.

"Don't... don't push me..." Xue Ci frowned, finally willing to speak. As if he had finally thought of something to say, his tone became more confident, but a slight tremor could still be heard if you listened carefully.

I don't seem to be very good at saying these kinds of things.

"So you brought me back just to touch me, right?"

"Then you're really bad too."

"..."

Bill lived there. For some reason, being called "bad" by Xue Ci made his heart itch like crazy.

I really want to show the other person what bad is in the next second.

"Am I bad?" He chuckled slyly, very lightly, and moved closer to Xue Ci, forcefully pushing the pretty young boy who was still arguing with him into a corner, getting his clothes covered in dust.

Until the other person was so squeezed that they couldn't breathe, taking small, open breaths, their eyes and brows becoming wet.

He took a small step back. "Am I bad?"

"If I were bad, I could hold you in my arms right now and do whatever I want with you."

He saw Xue Ci's eyes widen, and she opened her mouth as if to say something in rebuttal, so he mischievously interrupted her train of thought, "If you want to shout, everyone around here is just looking for a show. You'll just be begging me to shut you up."

Xue Ci was genuinely terrified.

Her eyes trembled like a butterfly that had just learned to flap its wings, fragile and pitiful, her eyelashes gradually becoming wet with tears.

It's like they've already been bullied badly before they've even done anything.

Seeing him like this, Bill felt an irresistible urge to grab him and pull him into his arms.

--Xue Ci is getting better and better at attracting men.

Every expression is incredibly alluring.

The tall, blond man took a slight step back, maintaining a perfect distance that gave Xue Ci a sense of security while still allowing her to clearly see the subtle expressions on his face.

Are you afraid of me?

"Don't worry, if I really wanted to do those things to you, you would have been my wife the night I brought you back."

"I genuinely intended to treat you like a wife, but you've lied to me time and time again. I won't trust you anymore."

Bill's last sentence was tinged with resentment, an attempt to get the other party to repent or to salvage some self-respect with an indifferent tone, but unexpectedly Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

I will pay you back...

Bill's face immediately fell.

Xue Ci was already exhausted from a day's carriage ride, and the fright made his legs weak. He pursed his lips and said in a weak voice, "Where is the bathroom? I want to take a bath."

This beautiful little kitten is so pitiful.

Bill didn't want to bully anyone anymore; he had always been soft-hearted towards Xue Ci.

What dog can bear to see its owner suffer?

Even if she was abandoned.

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

After saying this casually, the man turned and walked around a pile of clutter toward the balcony.

The house is small, but it has a kitchen and a bathroom. It's perfectly adequate for Bill to live in alone, but it would be a bit cramped for two people.

It can only fit one single bed.

Midway through, Bill wanted to remind the other person that there would be a layer of dust in the bathroom, but when he turned around, he saw Xue Ci holding his oversized T-shirt, sniffing it like a small animal.

Bill's eyelids twitched slightly.

But after hearing this, Xue Ci still looked completely innocent. "What's wrong?"

Bill's heart pounded at his dazed expression. Pressing down on his chest, which was pounding so hard, he said in a hoarse voice, "... It's nothing."

She's seducing me again.

But when it comes to actually doing something, they just won't budge.

How could he possibly fall for it?

The bathroom was small and old; some tiles had fallen off, revealing the red brick walls, which looked mottled and dilapidated.

Bill looked uncomfortable, or rather, embarrassed.

He quickly swept away the dust, tested the hot water, and then took out new shampoo and shower gel from the cabinet. "Your favorite scent."

Xue Ci glanced at it—it smelled of oranges.

"Thanks..."

Bill gave him a strange look but said nothing more, "It's okay to take your time washing, there's plenty of hot water."

The water heater is for two people, but he's feeling very hot right now and doesn't need hot water at all.

After locking the door and showering herself in hot water for a few minutes, Xue Ci finally relaxed completely.

Looking through the crack in the window, it was already completely dark outside.

Xue Ci sighed.

The hot water was a bit too hot, turning his fair skin red and steaming.

The boy was thin, but his flesh was plump, and he exuded a youthful and innocent aura.

People find it hard to feel safe in an uncomfortable environment, especially since this place isn't soundproof, and you can hear arguments coming from upstairs and downstairs.

Xue Ci quickly finished washing up and changed into the pajamas Bill had given her.

The pajamas were clearly Bill's size, loosely draped over his shoulders, with the hem trailing all the way down to his thighs. If Bill were to actually wear that out, he'd probably think Bill was doing it on purpose.

Xue Ci put on shorts.

He tidied up his dirty clothes and was wondering whether he should wash them when Bill knocked on the door.

The plastic door was old; it would wobble and creak as soon as a man applied a little force.

Xue Ci immediately opened the door and reminded her, "There's still hot water; you can take a shower."

Bill paused for a moment, then, without immediately going to take a shower, held out his hand. "Give me your dirty clothes."

Are you going to put it in the washing machine together?

Xue Ci asked obediently.

Bill then put on that mocking face again. "Princess, I don't have a washing machine here."

"..."

Xue Ci ignored the deliberate use of the term "princess": "Then I'll wash it myself."

"When have you ever done laundry? I even wash your underwear," Bill sneered. "I wash the sheets you smudge with your husband."

"..."

The heat that had finally subsided on Xue Ci's face returned.

He pretended not to understand, drawled out an "oh," and handed over a small piece of fabric, saying, "Here, thank you."

Bill took the clothes but didn't leave; his gaze remained fixed on the man's underwear.

Xue Ci silent for a moment, then gave it to him directly.

"Don't use too much force, I only brought a few."

"I can't use cheap laundry detergent either, or I'll have an allergic reaction."

His admonishing tone instantly transported Bill back to those difficult years when they were all crammed into that small house.

Bill was moved, a bitter feeling welling up inside him, but seeing Xue Ci's nonchalant expression, he gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Have you cleaned the house?"

Xue Ci was surprised by the other party's speed. He glanced at the bed and then looked at Bill.

How are you going to sleep tonight?

Bill could tell what he was thinking, "You're being kind by letting me sleep in your bed?"

They seemed very close, living in the same house.

In fact, Xue Ci not only didn't let him touch her soft spot, he didn't even touch her with a finger.

In Xue Ci's heart, what was he? Poor and without status, of course he was not worthy of being touched.

In other words, he was delusional and had been having unrealistic fantasies ever since he met Xue Ci.

The bed sheet had been replaced with a new four-piece set, the fabric of which wasn't very good, but Xue Ci, of course, had no choice in such matters—he lay down to rest.

Bill went out to buy dinner.

In such a poorly soundproof environment, he couldn't sleep at all by himself.

Xue Ci simply got out of bed and, while Bill was away, searched everywhere to see if she could find any clues about her husband.

The house was too small; the only place to hide things was the wardrobe.

Xue Ci and was stunned when she saw the neatly hung, beautiful clothes.

These clothes are clearly his size; it looks like Bill bought them for him.

None of the fabrics were cheap.

On the contrary, Bill himself had very few clothes, and it's estimated that most of the money he earned went to supporting him.

11 couldn't help but complain: [He only has a few clothes, yet he managed to find an extra one for you, host. That's really amazing!]

"..."

Xue Ci suppressed a pang of guilt.

Bill hadn't lied to him; he had searched the entire house but found no clues about his deceased husband. Instead, he found a few pens in a drawer.

There's a calligraphy practice book underneath.

The words "Song Xueci" were written crookedly on it.

A whole page full of them!

Even a single glance is shocking.

Every stroke of the pen reveals Bill's mental state at the time—he must have hated him to the core!

really.

Turn it over.

There were only three words: "I'll kill you."

Xue Ci: "..."

He touched his nose and awkwardly put the calligraphy copybook back.

*

There are many snack stalls around here, but my picky and precious cat at home would definitely not be interested.

Bill took a detour to the restaurant Xue Ci often ate at and got several meals to go.

"Isn't this Bill? I haven't seen you in so long, I thought you took your wife out of town!"

The people who come here for dinner are all acquaintances, and they have naturally seen Xue Ci, who is often with Bill. They have also speculated about the relationship between the two, after all, they are inseparable every day and live in the same house, so what is bound to happen must have happened.

Whenever gossip started, Bill would remain silent and just laugh it off.

It wasn't until they saw Song Xueci return with a tall, handsome man that they realized Xue Ci wasn't Bill's wife at all.

Bill is usually very sarcastic, so now that they've finally caught him red-handed, they're definitely going to take the opportunity to mock him relentlessly.

Your wife is very promiscuous.

"You're cheating on him and you're still buying him clothes."

"His underwear was probably torn to shreds by some random guy!"

They got beaten up by Bill.

Several tall, muscular men were all kicked to the ground and beaten by the other side.

Bill truly cared about Song Xueci. He usually had a sour face, but he couldn't stand anyone saying a bad word about that boy.

They resorted to insults when they couldn't beat him, calling him a disgusting sycophant who would end up with nothing. They said it was no wonder Song Xueci would never be interested in him.

Bill was furious. He yelled at them, saying they knew better than anyone what Xue Ci was.

Later, Song Xueci ran off with another man and took a large sum of money from Bill.

Bill always looks like someone owes him eight million.

They were probably pretty close to the truth, and they pretended to offer Bill advice, with most saying that it must be because Bill hadn't been satisfied with his usual things.

"Bill, did your wife come back by herself? Hahaha!"

Bill remained silent.

I packed up the food and rushed back.

He was in a hurry, afraid that when he returned home he would find the house empty.

I'm afraid Xue Ci will run away without a word like last time.

He wasn't sure he could find the other person again.

He even maliciously thought that even if he ran again, he wouldn't get far. Once he caught the person, he would make those two thin legs unable to lift, and they would only be able to lie in bed.

The image of Xue Ci crying and cursing him must be quite beautiful.

He'll cry until his face is completely wet and his whole body is soaking wet. He'll definitely say some really mean things and deliberately make the person blush with embarrassment.

He will be the first man Xue Ci has been with since she lost her memory.

He wanted to kiss everything—mouth, tongue... until it was raw, licking all the saliva clean, and ideally, Xue Ci would be so angry she'd slap him.

She scolded him while pitifully stuffing her stomach full.

Just imagining that scene made Bill break out in a sweat.

He strode forward, splashing mud at his feet, but he didn't care at all, his only thought was to feed his cat.

When Bill got home and saw Xue Ci sitting obediently on the bed wearing his T-shirt, a warmth slowly welled up deep in Bill heart.

That's fine.

He was content just to be by his side.

Bill felt his empty love fulfilled, and his whole body felt warm. A sour, bubbly feeling rose up and spread throughout his body, a scent reminiscent of the orange juice he often bought for Xue Ci.

Sweet and sour.

Bill saw Xue Ci tilt her head and asked in a concerned tone, "Did you run back?"

... I'm going to die.

Forget about caring for him; as long as Xue Ci stays in the same place, he can't help but fall in love with her.

Bill had a rare smile on his face as the two sat at the table eating dinner.

Even though there was plenty of space, Bill insisted on squeezing into his direction.

Xue Ci staying here and felt awkward asking him to stay away, so the man kept his arm around her shoulder throughout the entire dinner.

After dinner, Bill conscientiously tidied up the table.

Xue Ci rested for a while and then fell asleep.

The faint sound of Bill washing clothes could be heard inside. For some reason, the sound actually helped him fall asleep quickly.

Summer nights aren't too stuffy.

But Xue Ci didn't sleep well.

In his dream, he was experiencing winter.

He was dressed very thinly, in a pitiful old coat, and his face was dirty, as if he were begging from the crowd.

Not far away stands a tall and solemn church.

Xue Ci attracted a lot of attention, after all, he had the rare and handsome face of an oriental boy.

Kind believers kept throwing coins into his bowl, and it seemed to be a considerable amount, equivalent to a week's expenses for an average family.

Ke Xue Ci didn't care about this. He didn't even take the money. He walked through the crowd, as if heading towards a certain goal.

Midway through, he bumped into a tall man.

The man wore a heavy trench coat and looked handsome and noble, like an ancient Europe aristocrat.

"I'm sorry..." Xue Ci said "I'm sorry" twice.

The man waved his hand, his gaze lingering on the thin, pitiful boy for a moment before looking away.

He left in a hurry, leaving behind only his tall, imposing figure.

However, less than ten minutes later, the man returned to Xue Ci. He reached out his hand, his face cold and his voice carrying an irresistible chill.

"Wallet."

Xue Ci pretended not to understand. "... What?"

Seeing that he was about to run away, the man grabbed his thin, frail wrist.

It's very soft. It seems like it could break even without applying any force.

He heard the boy opposite him make a muffled groan of pain.

There are many pickpockets like this around here, and the man never lets anyone get close, so he has never been unsuccessful.

But today, it all came down to a small boat.

The wallet contained an important family crest. The man loosened his grip slightly, but the other person still couldn't break free.

After a few minutes of stalemate, the handsome young man finally gave in and agreed to return it.

"I found it..."

He's still full of lies.

The man frowned. "How old are you today?"

Xue Ci obediently replied, "18."

She's only eighteen.

The man took back his wallet, but still didn't let go of Xue Ci's hand.

Xue Ci frowned, but still remained polite. "Sir, you may release me now."

"You must be a repeat offender," the man said, sounding like a stern patriarch. "I'll take you to the police station so you'll learn your lesson."

Xue Ci.

He immediately grabbed the man's clothes, stood on tiptoe, and whispered something to him.

The other person's expression immediately darkened, and the arm gripping his tightened its hold.

Xue Ci felt dizzy from the pain, and a white light flashed before her eyes.

"Waaah... I feel so bad..."

This time it was in bed.

The sheets were damp, and the room was filled with decadent sweetness.

It's still that same man.

This time, however, he was shirtless.

Xue Ci was held in someone's arms.

The man changed his address for him from "thief" to "baby".

"Baby, this is the third time."

"That's not good."

Xue Ci was too weak to lift her hand, her whole body covered in a layer of damp sweat, and she watched helplessly as the man used his long, strong fingers to wrap the pink ribbon around her.

"If you don't use it, the treasure will emerge."

Xue Ci she almost fainted.

He tried to push the other person away, his arms trembling, but the other person grabbed his ankle.

"... Bill?"

Xue Ci woke up with a start, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Bill holding her foot.

He had a very strange dream, and his back was covered in a sticky layer of sweat.

Her body radiated a soft, damp heat, and Xue Ci pulled her legs back. "Bill... let go of me..."

The scene in his dream made him very afraid to be touched.

However, Bill did not let go.

Her eyes were fixed on him. "You've been leaking a lot of water."

Wh-what?

Xue Ci's face flushed instantly.

Having spent so much time together, Bill naturally knew Xue Ci's succubus identity.

Succubi have a great need for this; one could say they cultivate themselves by being nourished by men.

Bill swallowed hard, veins bulging on his forehead. "I... didn't buy that."

Xue Ci noticed the undercurrent in Bill's eyes and finally realized what he was referring to.

Ignoring his shame, he went along with the other person's words. "You... you can't... you can't not buy it..."

"You can't do it if you haven't bought it."

He said these words while enduring the shame.

At least, this will keep Bill under control for the time being.

With such a large physique, if it really goes berserk, it's no different from a wild beast in heat.

Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next second, he was pushed onto the bed.

Her body sank into the soft blankets, her top bunched up to her waist, revealing her slender and supple waist.

I don't even know when the shorts were taken off.

This emptiness sent Xue Ci's spine.

His voice trembled as he said, "Bill..."

Bill tensed up at the call, his breathing noticeably heavier. "Everything else is fine."

While Xue Ci was still processing those two sentences, the man had already bumped into her with his high, straight nose.

It's really... incredibly soft.

Author's Note:

Red Cliff starts, hehe [pity][pity][pity]

He's full of energy the moment he gets to work; I don't know what kind of luck he has [clown emoji].