[R18] Peach – “Peach” Chapter 70 [English]

I’ll think about it…

After the car drove away, Lin Siwan held He’s hand and shook it for a while, in a coquettish way.

The man turned around, “What’s wrong?”

“Would you like to go for a walk?” She came closer, took He’s palm and touched her belly, pouting, “I ate too much.”

Qin Mo touched his round belly for a while and responded with a smile, “Okay.”

But he looked down at her and said, “Good boy, go back and put on your coat first.”

The winter is getting thicker, and there is a small amount of snow floating outside, falling on the little girl’s white and tender cheeks. It is refreshing and cool, and it is quite comfortable.

She was born in the south and rarely saw snow when she was a child. During her years in England, she never liked snowy days.

The snow in London is coming fiercely. Looking at it from an artistic perspective, the snow is falling in such a way that there is no beauty at all.

She just likes this kind of gently fluttering snowflakes. If printed on the painting, the beauty is intoxicating.

“Wait a minute.” Qin Mo circled her wrist, pulled her close, and carefully adjusted the brim of her coat.

After staring at his soft face for a while, her eyes fell on the faint outline of the villa behind him, and she suddenly thought of something, and her heart felt warm.

“Qin Mo…” the voice faded, “How about… let’s move out…”

The man was stunned for a moment and asked her: “Where do you want to go?”

She came closer, hugged him gently, buried her face in his chest and said muffledly: “I don’t know either.”

A few seconds passed.

“I just don’t want to live here anymore…”

Qin Mo pursed his lips, and suddenly understood what the little girl meant, and his voice became darker, “Are you afraid that I will offend you?”

The little man in his arms didn’t say a word, but his arms could not help but tighten a little.

“Si Wan?”

“Hmm…” The sound was filled with moisture, and he hurriedly took his little head out of his arms.

As expected, the circles under his eyes were extremely red.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She choked, with a bit of anger, “You have to let me leave like a fool without knowing anything, and you are satisfied, right?”

“You’re going too far…”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. She pushed away a little and punched he’s chest with her little fist.

“Ahem…” He hadn’t fully recovered his physical strength yet, so he coughed a few times after several heavy blows.

Lin Siwan retracted her hand suddenly, her heart trembled when she saw he glanced between his eyebrows, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean it, I…”

Qin Mo sighed softly, put his palm on her shoulder, lowered his body to meet her eyes, and said very softly, “What did grandpa tell you?”

The little girl was very alert and tilted her head, “I won’t tell you.”

Neither of them spoke, and it was just a stalemate for a while.

“Let me guess?”

He’s eyes gradually darkened, but his expression remained calm, “He should say that since I was a child, I have been a child whose father has ignored me, whose mother has hated me, and who has suffered all kinds of abuse from my mother from time to time.”

She waited, “Qin Mo…”

“In other words, even though she treats me like this, I still have illusions about her, and I use all kinds of lame reasons to convince myself that I spend huge sums of money to buy her paintings just to hang them at home and enjoy them.”

“What’s interesting is…” He’s dark eyes glowed brightly, and he spoke slowly: “This woman who gave me a nightmare childhood is the one I love deeply and have believed in throughout my life.”

Lin Siwan raised her eyes to look at him. His eyes were as light as water, as if he was telling someone else’s story.

Has nothing to do with he.

For no reason, I was very flustered, my nose shrank, and tears fell down.

“Look, I told you everything.” The man’s voice was calm, which was particularly heartbreaking in the night.

“Then?” He stared into the little girl’s eyes, with a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, and gently scraped her face with his fingertips, wiping away the more and more tears she shed.

“You’ll be like this, crying so hard it breaks my heart.”

As soon as she took a breath, she couldn’t hold it in any longer and threw herself into he’s arms, scolding him angrily: “You bastard… you bastard…”

Qin Mo coaxed helplessly, “Okay, okay, I’m a bastard…”

After crying for a while, she slowly raised her head, her eyes sparkling with tears on her face.

The man wanted to wipe her off, but when he raised his hand, he heard the little girl’s soft and waxy voice.

“Tina is not my religion.”

“Neither does painting.”

Qin Mo’s body trembled and his breathing was confused.

“You are the one.” She obediently leaned close to his heart, listening to his rapid beating frequency, and said shyly: “Qin Mo, you are my belief.”

A sentence, just a few words, can surround Qin Mo’s ears, but it becomes an intoxicating note, with lingering sounds that are pleasant to the ear.

The man lowered his eyes and stared at the little head for a while. The corner of his lips curled up, and a warm current spurted out from his chest and spread to every inch of bone and flesh.

The coldness that had been immersed in my heart for many years disappeared in this moment, washed away by the heat wave.

He lowered his head slightly, his lips were right next to her ear, and his breath was hot and sultry, “Do you remember what I said?”

The little head raised, wondering, “Huh?”

“Can’t you remember?” He pressed his face down, kissed the tip of her nose, and said softly, “Shall I say it again?”

Lin Siwan’s face felt hot, and all those memories came back.

The voice said: “No need…”

That night, the little girl who was having a bad temper was pulled into his arms and coaxed with a few sweet words, and she instantly became paralyzed.

“As long as you stay by my side, I will only hide you in my heart and nothing else.”

She couldn’t bear hearing these embarrassing words once, her heart beat faster when she thought about it, and her face turned red as if it could squeeze blood.

The man glanced at the little girl whose head was lowered and lowered, and laughed out loud: “Remember.”

“Hey.” She was too shy and raised her voice to warn him.

“Okay, okay.” Qin Mo touched her head and asked softly, “Do you want to go for a walk?”

The little head in his arms was shaking vigorously, “I have no energy left.”

To be precise, I ran out of energy to cry.

“Then, go home?”

“Yes.” She responded, coquettishly, “Carry me.”

“Okay.”

Snowflakes were flying freely in the air like willow catkins. Gradually, the snow became heavier, and a thin layer of snow accumulated on the ground, making a slight “squeaking” sound when stepped on.

The little girl rested on the man’s generous back, her little feet dangling constantly, and was controlled by the man in twos and twos.

The way home was not far, and the two chatted every now and then.

“Si Wan.”

“Hmm..”

“Sometime, I would like to pay a formal visit to your family.”

“Why?”

He tilted his head and said in a lower tone, “I want to marry you…”

The little girl was dumbfounded and reminded him, “I’m only 16 years old…”

He smiled and replied: “You can get engaged first.”

Someone’s heart was as sweet as honey, but his face was still arrogant, “Are you so impatient?”

“Yes.” He responded without any hesitation.

I want to marry you, I want to take care of you, I want to make you completely my own.

“Well…” she breathed softly into his ear, “I’ll think about it…”

“Okay.” The man’s hot eyes looked forward, hot and sincere, “I’ll wait for you.”