Chapter 570 (1/2)

Ji Jia!

It's a very simple old-fashioned toilet. Jijosh peels off her clothes little by little. Her thin body is reflected in the rusty mirror.

She never dared to strip herself in front of outsiders.

Because it's a shame.

Looking down, you can see the most secret place on the white and slender body, which was tattooed with a silent word in black ink.

This is the mark of silence.

It's a nightmare, an unspeakable nightmare.

The hurt of silence in her heart was far worse than that in her body.

She squeezed out a shower gel and rubbed it repeatedly on her skin after making bubbles.

It's a pity that no matter how she washes it, the word won't become shallow at all.

She rubbed and plucked repeatedly, and her trembling hands broke her skin, and the blood came out.

However, the word is still deep into the texture of the skin, as if burned in her heart, so that she can not wash off.

For a long time, she cried and fell to the ground.

Let the cold water wash her wave after wave.

For a long time, there was a knock on the door outside the bathroom.

She closed the tap and answered through the door, ”who?”

”Sister, it's me. Why haven't you washed it for an hour?” Ji Qiaoyan asked.

”It's OK. I'll be ready in a minute.”

Ji Josh quickly realized that he had worried his brother.

She quickly took an old towel to dry her body, and then wiped away the tears on her face.

No matter how hard she felt, she couldn't let Ji Qiaoyan know.

After the bath, she changed into a loose sportswear.

Pull open the door of the bathroom, then see Qiao Yan sitting on the wooden bench looking at her.

Ji Qiaoyan is a sophomore in senior high school this year. At the age of 18, he is 1.85 meters tall and looks like a big man.

Qiao Yan looks very much like her. Her features are sunny and handsome. She wears ordinary casual white T-shirt and jeans, and looks good.

However, at this time, Qiao Yan's face is different from his peers in maturity and melancholy.

”Qiao Yan, why are you still at home? Don't you play basketball outside?”

Geoffrey talked about him on purpose.

”Elder sister... I'll cook dumplings for you, you wait a moment, I'll serve them to you...”

Qiao Yan put down the remote control in his hand, got up and went into the kitchen.

The house is very old. It's a second-hand house bought by her parents before. It still keeps the old decoration of the 1980s. The small living room is occupied by a dining table against the wall. On the other side, there are mahogany benches... She remembers that her father had been lying on this chair for a long time

His father has been ill for many years, and Qiao Yan is young. His mother used to be a factory worker. After she was laid off, she pushed the dining car to sell tea eggs and handmade cakes with little income.

In the past, when she worked, she had to hand over all her money to her family to make a living. Now, she has been missing for more than half a year, and she doesn't know how the family is going.

Poverty makes Qiao Yan mature too early.

Big boys of his age are playing games outside to catch up with girls.

And he has been able to keep the house clean.