C7 (1/2)
Sensing the stiffness in An Xingchen's body, Gong Lingqian reached out to grab An Xingchen's wrist, then pulled An Xingchen to sit down beside the large bed.
It was unknown if it was because of what Gong Lingqian had said just now, or if it was due to the soothing, bone-chilling aura of pine and cypress on Gong Lingqian's body, that caused the fear in An Xingchen's heart to lessen.
”If you're tired, then sleep in this bed.”
Actually, Gong Lingqian did not like other people touching his bed, but if this person was An Xingchen, then he would not reject them.
”There's no need...” An Xingchen immediately shook her head towards Gong Lingqian in embarrassment: ”Young Master Gong … Sleep … ”I'll just stay here for a while …”
The voice paused for a bit, then An Xingchen continued in an embarrassed voice: ”When the thunder stops, I'll go back …”
Seeing that An Xingchen was not willing to sleep on the bed, Gong Lingqian did not force himself and laid down on the bed.
It was already very late, and An Xingchen saw that Gong Lingqian had already closed his eyes, so afraid that he would disturb him, so much so that his breathing became lighter.
It was just that An Xingchen did not know that as long as she was by her side, Gong Lingqian would probably not be able to sleep at all tonight.
The room was quiet for a while, when Gong Lingqian's low voice suddenly broke the silence: ”An Xingchen, are you really afraid of thunder?”
An Xingchen subconsciously looked towards Gong Lingqian, and met her deep eyes.
They looked at each other, and An Xingchen nodded towards Gong Lingqian in embarrassment. After all, she was already such a big person, yet she was afraid of thunder?
”Why should I be afraid?”
An Xingchen's previous reaction did not seem to be a simple one, it was actually somewhat similar to the reaction after psychological trauma.
An Xingchen met Gong Lingqian's gaze, dropped his guard and for the first time, couldn't help but tell Gong Lingqian what happened when he was six.
Hearing that, Gong Lingqian frowned, thinking about the first time he met An Xingchen at a hotel, and how he accidentally barged into his room because An Xingchen was taken out for payment, Gong Lingqian's expression became even colder.
With a cold voice, he said, ”How can there be such an irresponsible mother in this world?”
”You're only six years old and you actually abandoned you in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. You owed a loan shark and sold you to those scum to repay the debt!”
”I really doubt whether you are her biological daughter now!”
After all, would the mother be willing to leave her daughter in the wilderness on a rainy night? The woman clearly wanted to abandon An Xingchen.
The more Gong Lingqian spoke, the darker his expression became, and he was inexplicably rejoicing in his heart. Fortunately, An Xingchen had broken into his room that night.
An Xingchen saw that Gong Lingqian was obviously a little angry so he explained in a small voice: ”He was born.”
”Maybe it's because I'm an older sister, but my mom prefers my younger sister.”
”But my dad loves me more.” When he mentioned his father, An Xingchen's eyes flashed brightly, but quickly dimmed, and was replaced by sorrow.
Gong Lingqian looked at An Xingchen's eyes which had once again swelled red, and also the obvious sorrow in his eyes, and his eyebrows immediately tightened.
He didn't know why, but when he looked at An Xingchen's sad appearance, the beating heart in his chest felt like it was being pierced by needles.
He did not like An Xingchen to be so sad.