The curtains in the room were not opened, nor were the lights on, only the toilet lights were on. When you walk in, the room was dim and hazy
I stood in the middle of the house for a while to familiarize myself with the darkness in the house. For some reason, I didn't want to turn on the lights. I told myself, maybe in the haze, she would rather tell me,
Chen Yuyan sat on the bed curled up. She buried her head deeply between her knees, hugged her knees tightly with her hands, her long hair was drifting from both sides, and her whole body was shrunk into a ball.
She looked so helpless and painful, and my heart hurts because of this.
I stood silently in front of her for a while, I didn't know how to start. In her helplessness and pain, I felt a strong sense of beauty again, and I couldn't bear to break it for a moment.
After a while, I tried to gently put my hand on her head. She seemed to tremble slightly, but maybe that was just my feeling, but because of her soft hair, it caused a stir in my heart. How many times did I look behind my back, looking at the black and soft long hair, my heart was filled with the desire to caress.
In order to calm my mind, I took my hand back, but I finally broke the silence, suppressed my voice, and said softly, Yu... Chen Yuyan, tell the teacher, okay?
I restrained myself and called her full name
She shook slightly beside her shoulders, and then she returned to her original state, but she could not suppress her crying sounds faintly.
My heart hurt even more. I shook again and reached out and put it on her head, gently and softly stroked her hair, the soft hair, and a wonderful feeling came from a fragrant and beautiful feeling.
I faintly felt a strange feeling of sadness, for myself and for her
Thinking about it now, although her eyes are beautiful, they are actually sad. Although I have noticed this, I have never thought about exploring the sorrow in her heart. One reason is that I always feel that beauty and sorrow are inseparable; in addition, I dare not show my concern for her too much, so as not to fall into a tragic situation that I cannot extricate myself. But at this moment, I cannot suppress my love for her.
Yu Yan, I'm sorry, the teacher doesn't know what happened to you. Maybe the teacher has ignored your pain before, but now the teacher really wants to help you, you... talk to the teacher, okay? Yu Yan?
Before I knew it, I called her name again. I knew it was not good, but I no longer cared about it.
Her shoulders trembled violently, and she cried so hard that my heart ached violently. I couldn't help but stretch out my hands and gently hugged her shoulders, letting her lean against me
I trembled and said almost affectionately, Ah, Yuyan, don't do this, you speak--How heartbroken the teacher Ah
Suddenly, she opened her arms, hugged my waist, and buried her face tightly into my chest. I felt her tears immediately wet my shirt. The cold tears were burning in my heart like fire. I hugged her without moving, letting the burning wetland spread on my chest, spreading...
Her crying finally subsided. She leaned against me as if she was asleep, with only her shoulders twitching from time to time, and like the quiet lightning in the sky, indicating the storm that had just passed.
After waiting for a while, I gently held her hands, took them away from my waist, and guided her to sit on the bed, while I slowly couldn't help but kneel beside the bed, looking up at her face slightly...
The beautiful traces of the dewdrops in the morning sliding across the pear blossoms. The long eyelashes are like a rain curtain, hanging down a deep pool
I told myself, no matter what, I must figure it out first. I looked up at her beautiful face and knew in my heart that something must have happened that made this beautiful little girl difficult to speak. Of course, I understand in my heart what happened.
This kind of thing happened before, now, and will continue to happen in the future
But the truth must be clarified first. I said carefully, Yuyan, the teacher guessed that someone must have bullied you... Tell the teacher... OK?
She lowered her head again, wanted to bury her knees, and wanted to pull her hands back, but I didn't let go and couldn't return to the beginning.
At this time, I had already started to get angry. Thinking of the man who bullied her, and even thought that he was the man who enjoyed her, I was both angry and jealous. If possible, I would send him to prison without hesitation.
I got closer and asked her more specifically and persistently, who bullied you? Tell the teacher... Otherwise, the teacher can't help you
She looked up at me slightly, and tears fell from her beautiful eyes again. Maybe it was my expectant and encouraging look, maybe it was my question that was very easy to answer. She finally said hesitantly, I... Daddy
My whole body was shocked, and a chill rose from the bottom of my heart. In fact, I had vaguely thought of this answer in my heart, but I was also afraid of this answer the most.
Although everyone thinks that a father bullies his daughter, how many fathers have such thoughts?
This may be a very terrible question. It is a father with a daughter who wants to kill the question.
I also have a daughter. I said that I like to do self-analysis. I have asked myself, have I ever thought about my daughter like this?
I can always veto it quickly, but sometimes I have doubts. Can we really see the things hidden deep in our hearts clearly?
However, if there is such a father, not only will he have ideas, but he will not be afraid of being scolded by others, nor will he go to hell after death, but he will also put it into practice. I think few daughters can escape this disaster.
It seems that Yu Yan met such a father
But, am I qualified to ask about this?
I don't feel qualified to ask about this from any angle
I saw a deep blush over her face. I felt my face was also getting hot and I became hesitant when I spoke, but... I think... your father has always...loved you very much. Ah
Pretending to be... He always wanted to bully me... He also kept bullying me... The voice of the language was very low, which made me unconsciously get closer to her a little closer.
My heart sinks, so why do you just say...how long has it been?
Since he... married my mom five years ago
My heart was shocked again. He is not your biological father?
She looked up at me and shook her head
For some reason, I felt relieved in my heart. It turned out that I was not my biological father!
It is a natural result for a stepfather to have insignificant thoughts about such a beautiful stepdaughter.
I feel less heavy and more angry, and I feel that this matter should be much easier to deal with.
But now, I feel more sad and angry, thinking of that bastard man - bastard man?
There seemed to be a voice in my heart saying, maybe it was a blessed man - five years ago, before I met Yu Yan, I was already bullying her, enjoying her, and the anger in my heart almost exploded
I remember the first time I saw her, I visited her home.
It was summer, and she was almost undeveloped at that time, she looked thin, her eyes looked particularly big and sad. Now she realized that she was already in pain at that time
You... didn't tell your mom? I want to keep getting things clear
Yuyan continued to whisper, I said, but my mother was afraid of him--he was very rich, so she always let me hide from him.
A strong anger surged in my heart, what mother!
Because of men's money, they dare not protect their daughter!
I imagined her experience in the past five years. From the age of ten, this beautiful little girl, in an unprotected family, was suffering from the ravages of her stepfather and her body and soul, and my heart was almost bleeding.
The teacher will help you report the case, don’t be afraid, he must go to jail!
But if he doesn't go to jail, my mother and I will be miserable
He will definitely be sentenced to jail, rape, and he will be sentenced to at least twenty years! I thought to myself, even if twenty years are exaggerated, ten years will never be able to escape.
But...but...he didn't rape me...
The sound behind is almost inaudible
What? No?... Are you saying no...are you? I couldn't help but lift her head slightly down to her chest
She nodded, and the blush spread on her face. She buried her head and I only saw her two delicate ears, as bright as blood.
Then...why...what happened? I'm a little incoherent
She didn't raise her head, but she continued to say intermittently. He kept touching me... Since five years ago... whenever he had the chance... he always touched me everywhere... and always used gifts and bills to lure me... I told my mother... she told me to hide from him... but he... where should I hide...
She stopped and sobbed sadly. I held her hand tightly, held it in my hand, gently stroked the delicate back of her hand with my fingers, and encouraged her to continue talking
Last night... I went to the bathroom... He suddenly followed me into the room... pressed me on the bed... Touched me randomly... and took off me... I struggled... and finally pushed it away... There was a sound in my mother's room... He threatened me... and said that I couldn't escape... It would be better to call me earlier... I told my mother... Mom again...
She stopped and started crying sadly. My heart was so upset and heartbroken. I knew that if my mother didn't dare to stand up, she probably wouldn't be able to escape the ending of being ravaged by her stepfather.
How do you want the teacher to help you? Do you want me to kill him?
I almost blurted out my words. She was surprised, and I was also surprised, but I was thinking in my heart that maybe this is the only way to help her get rid of it completely.
She raised her head and grabbed my hand tightly
The blush on her face made her look so beautiful, and I thought to myself, if she really hoped, would I do it for her?
I think of my wife and daughter, and I know I can't help feeling guilty ashamed in my heart.
Fortunately, Yuyan said at this time, no, teacher, don't-I don't want you to be hurt
But the teacher doesn't know how to help you! I said gloomyly
You can help me, teacher
Her sad eyes suddenly became bright, burning like fire, dyeing her gorgeous face and elegant neck red. Her eyes were no longer filled with fear and sorrow, but full of enthusiasm and determination.
Teacher, I want to give you the virgin!
My head exploded with a buzzing sound
I stood in the middle of the house for a while to familiarize myself with the darkness in the house. For some reason, I didn't want to turn on the lights. I told myself, maybe in the haze, she would rather tell me,
Chen Yuyan sat on the bed curled up. She buried her head deeply between her knees, hugged her knees tightly with her hands, her long hair was drifting from both sides, and her whole body was shrunk into a ball.
She looked so helpless and painful, and my heart hurts because of this.
I stood silently in front of her for a while, I didn't know how to start. In her helplessness and pain, I felt a strong sense of beauty again, and I couldn't bear to break it for a moment.
After a while, I tried to gently put my hand on her head. She seemed to tremble slightly, but maybe that was just my feeling, but because of her soft hair, it caused a stir in my heart. How many times did I look behind my back, looking at the black and soft long hair, my heart was filled with the desire to caress.
In order to calm my mind, I took my hand back, but I finally broke the silence, suppressed my voice, and said softly, Yu... Chen Yuyan, tell the teacher, okay?
I restrained myself and called her full name
She shook slightly beside her shoulders, and then she returned to her original state, but she could not suppress her crying sounds faintly.
My heart hurt even more. I shook again and reached out and put it on her head, gently and softly stroked her hair, the soft hair, and a wonderful feeling came from a fragrant and beautiful feeling.
I faintly felt a strange feeling of sadness, for myself and for her
Thinking about it now, although her eyes are beautiful, they are actually sad. Although I have noticed this, I have never thought about exploring the sorrow in her heart. One reason is that I always feel that beauty and sorrow are inseparable; in addition, I dare not show my concern for her too much, so as not to fall into a tragic situation that I cannot extricate myself. But at this moment, I cannot suppress my love for her.
Yu Yan, I'm sorry, the teacher doesn't know what happened to you. Maybe the teacher has ignored your pain before, but now the teacher really wants to help you, you... talk to the teacher, okay? Yu Yan?
Before I knew it, I called her name again. I knew it was not good, but I no longer cared about it.
Her shoulders trembled violently, and she cried so hard that my heart ached violently. I couldn't help but stretch out my hands and gently hugged her shoulders, letting her lean against me
I trembled and said almost affectionately, Ah, Yuyan, don't do this, you speak--How heartbroken the teacher Ah
Suddenly, she opened her arms, hugged my waist, and buried her face tightly into my chest. I felt her tears immediately wet my shirt. The cold tears were burning in my heart like fire. I hugged her without moving, letting the burning wetland spread on my chest, spreading...
Her crying finally subsided. She leaned against me as if she was asleep, with only her shoulders twitching from time to time, and like the quiet lightning in the sky, indicating the storm that had just passed.
After waiting for a while, I gently held her hands, took them away from my waist, and guided her to sit on the bed, while I slowly couldn't help but kneel beside the bed, looking up at her face slightly...
The beautiful traces of the dewdrops in the morning sliding across the pear blossoms. The long eyelashes are like a rain curtain, hanging down a deep pool
I told myself, no matter what, I must figure it out first. I looked up at her beautiful face and knew in my heart that something must have happened that made this beautiful little girl difficult to speak. Of course, I understand in my heart what happened.
This kind of thing happened before, now, and will continue to happen in the future
But the truth must be clarified first. I said carefully, Yuyan, the teacher guessed that someone must have bullied you... Tell the teacher... OK?
She lowered her head again, wanted to bury her knees, and wanted to pull her hands back, but I didn't let go and couldn't return to the beginning.
At this time, I had already started to get angry. Thinking of the man who bullied her, and even thought that he was the man who enjoyed her, I was both angry and jealous. If possible, I would send him to prison without hesitation.
I got closer and asked her more specifically and persistently, who bullied you? Tell the teacher... Otherwise, the teacher can't help you
She looked up at me slightly, and tears fell from her beautiful eyes again. Maybe it was my expectant and encouraging look, maybe it was my question that was very easy to answer. She finally said hesitantly, I... Daddy
My whole body was shocked, and a chill rose from the bottom of my heart. In fact, I had vaguely thought of this answer in my heart, but I was also afraid of this answer the most.
Although everyone thinks that a father bullies his daughter, how many fathers have such thoughts?
This may be a very terrible question. It is a father with a daughter who wants to kill the question.
I also have a daughter. I said that I like to do self-analysis. I have asked myself, have I ever thought about my daughter like this?
I can always veto it quickly, but sometimes I have doubts. Can we really see the things hidden deep in our hearts clearly?
However, if there is such a father, not only will he have ideas, but he will not be afraid of being scolded by others, nor will he go to hell after death, but he will also put it into practice. I think few daughters can escape this disaster.
It seems that Yu Yan met such a father
But, am I qualified to ask about this?
I don't feel qualified to ask about this from any angle
I saw a deep blush over her face. I felt my face was also getting hot and I became hesitant when I spoke, but... I think... your father has always...loved you very much. Ah
Pretending to be... He always wanted to bully me... He also kept bullying me... The voice of the language was very low, which made me unconsciously get closer to her a little closer.
My heart sinks, so why do you just say...how long has it been?
Since he... married my mom five years ago
My heart was shocked again. He is not your biological father?
She looked up at me and shook her head
For some reason, I felt relieved in my heart. It turned out that I was not my biological father!
It is a natural result for a stepfather to have insignificant thoughts about such a beautiful stepdaughter.
I feel less heavy and more angry, and I feel that this matter should be much easier to deal with.
But now, I feel more sad and angry, thinking of that bastard man - bastard man?
There seemed to be a voice in my heart saying, maybe it was a blessed man - five years ago, before I met Yu Yan, I was already bullying her, enjoying her, and the anger in my heart almost exploded
I remember the first time I saw her, I visited her home.
It was summer, and she was almost undeveloped at that time, she looked thin, her eyes looked particularly big and sad. Now she realized that she was already in pain at that time
You... didn't tell your mom? I want to keep getting things clear
Yuyan continued to whisper, I said, but my mother was afraid of him--he was very rich, so she always let me hide from him.
A strong anger surged in my heart, what mother!
Because of men's money, they dare not protect their daughter!
I imagined her experience in the past five years. From the age of ten, this beautiful little girl, in an unprotected family, was suffering from the ravages of her stepfather and her body and soul, and my heart was almost bleeding.
The teacher will help you report the case, don’t be afraid, he must go to jail!
But if he doesn't go to jail, my mother and I will be miserable
He will definitely be sentenced to jail, rape, and he will be sentenced to at least twenty years! I thought to myself, even if twenty years are exaggerated, ten years will never be able to escape.
But...but...he didn't rape me...
The sound behind is almost inaudible
What? No?... Are you saying no...are you? I couldn't help but lift her head slightly down to her chest
She nodded, and the blush spread on her face. She buried her head and I only saw her two delicate ears, as bright as blood.
Then...why...what happened? I'm a little incoherent
She didn't raise her head, but she continued to say intermittently. He kept touching me... Since five years ago... whenever he had the chance... he always touched me everywhere... and always used gifts and bills to lure me... I told my mother... she told me to hide from him... but he... where should I hide...
She stopped and sobbed sadly. I held her hand tightly, held it in my hand, gently stroked the delicate back of her hand with my fingers, and encouraged her to continue talking
Last night... I went to the bathroom... He suddenly followed me into the room... pressed me on the bed... Touched me randomly... and took off me... I struggled... and finally pushed it away... There was a sound in my mother's room... He threatened me... and said that I couldn't escape... It would be better to call me earlier... I told my mother... Mom again...
She stopped and started crying sadly. My heart was so upset and heartbroken. I knew that if my mother didn't dare to stand up, she probably wouldn't be able to escape the ending of being ravaged by her stepfather.
How do you want the teacher to help you? Do you want me to kill him?
I almost blurted out my words. She was surprised, and I was also surprised, but I was thinking in my heart that maybe this is the only way to help her get rid of it completely.
She raised her head and grabbed my hand tightly
The blush on her face made her look so beautiful, and I thought to myself, if she really hoped, would I do it for her?
I think of my wife and daughter, and I know I can't help feeling guilty ashamed in my heart.
Fortunately, Yuyan said at this time, no, teacher, don't-I don't want you to be hurt
But the teacher doesn't know how to help you! I said gloomyly
You can help me, teacher
Her sad eyes suddenly became bright, burning like fire, dyeing her gorgeous face and elegant neck red. Her eyes were no longer filled with fear and sorrow, but full of enthusiasm and determination.
Teacher, I want to give you the virgin!
My head exploded with a buzzing sound
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