Which one is more likely to make him cry?

Weaknesses20

"I want you to wear a dress for me."

Lu Beihuai, with his long legs flexed and his back against the sofa behind him, lightly eclipsed Song Qie, who was sitting opposite him.

Song Qie pursed her lips, met Lu Beihuai's gaze, the bottom of this person's dark eyes wrapped in strong aggression, where there is still half of the previous in front of their own disguise of impeccable appearance, as if just now the appearance of that take care of their own is also gone.

It's like a predator hiding in the shadows that has found the conditions to fulfill sniping and is no longer hiding.

Even the method of retaliation used is an eye for an eye.

But Lu Beihuai's character is the result of 'Song Qie'.

He slowly released his hand from the plastic spoon, the bowl of porridge had long since been stirred and flooded, and lowered his eyes for a moment before speaking with difficulty, "...... I'm a boy."

Shouldn't it be the best chance to just lionize the money with him? Good reason why want him to wear a skirt ah oooh oooh oooh ......

"I know." Lu Beihuai Eyes fall on the reddened tips of the white ears, "I want to see, you said yourself to compensate me."

Song Qie feels her heart beating ridiculously fast: "......"

Where did he expect it to be this style!!!!

Reason told him that if it was someone else he would have to refuse immediately and call the police, but it was Lu Beihuai.

"...... So, that wearing a dress for you forgives me?"

"What do you think?" Lu Beihuai sat forward, arms propped up on the tabletop, and gazed at Song Qie, knowing he was already intimidated by himself, "Does wearing a dress forgive you for what you did to me before like that?"

Song Qie pursed her lips and was dumbfounded.

It seems to be just to catch him.

To be honest, he really didn't know what degree "Song Qie" had done before, but he could only hear from his sister's tone that "Song Qie" had really treated Lu Beihuai very badly.

"The winter of my first year was very cold, nearly zero degrees, and you deliberately threw my shoes into the lake so that I would go down and pick them up, which I did."

"I help you with all of your homework every winter and summer vacation, but every time you cut up my homework that I've finished on my own and make me spell it out for myself, I put up with it."

"School uniforms are expensive, they cost over four thousand for a set, and I've gotten so high so fast in the last few years that I've had to change them almost once a semester, but every time you change them you have to cut up my shirts, and I can't be bothered to ask my dad to pay for them, so I'm just able to figure out how to do it on my own, and I'm putting up with it."

"I put up with you and the three of them stripping me naked and locking me in the gym all night."

"Every time you're in a bad mood you want me to be a dog kneeling in front of you for you to ride, and I'm on my knees."

"You got your shoes dirty and told me to get down on my knees and lick them in front of all my classmates, and I did."

Song Qie's body trembled and looked at Lu Beihuai in shock, right into those gloomy black eyes, as if he had been strangled, and then he saw Lu Beihuai's arms propped up on the tabletop, bullying his way closer to him.

He was too frozen to move.

The next moment he was pinched on the cheek, hurting the bridge of his nose, but he was forced to lift his head.

"Song Qie, you bullied me for so long." Lu Beihuai laughed out softly, staring into these beautiful eyes swirling with fear, "Do you think I'll let you off easily?"

Song Qie gripped Lu Beihuai's wrist in pain, her eyes moist as she tried to break free, "It hurts ......"

Said cheeks were pinched harder.

...... He's pissed off, this maniac.

Saving him again and having a seizure.

So big and still being bullied by 'Song Qie' for so many years.

But this ' Song Qie ' is really something too, how can he insult people so much, now it's good, he still has to wipe his ass.

"I want to live, my father wants to live, there's no way I'm going to ruin our lives because of myself, I haven't even reached adulthood yet where would I dare to go against your family, but it's different now, I'm an adult, I'm capable of making money, I can stop being dependent on the Song family, I don't necessarily care about this degree, and my father won't be biased in your favor anymore."

Song Qie's heart thumped when she heard the last sentence, and when she met Lu Beihuai's dark pupils, the man was no longer holding back, completely revealing the facade of the past that he had been so uncaring about.

Subconsciously, I wonder if no one can control Lu Beihuai anymore.

He forced himself to endure the pain in his cheeks, took hold of Lu Beihuai's hand that was pinching him, and raised his eyes slightly, "...... I was wrong."

The choked apology echoed through the living room, a plea in his voice, as if he had suppressed the angry rebuke of the party.

A drop of cold dripped down the back of his hand, and the strength of the large hand cupping his face closed in.

"Is apologizing enough to forgive?"

Song Qie heard the emotion in Lu Beihuai's tone, and thought it would be better not to irritate him, so let's go along for now.

"Don't get mad yet, okay? I'll just wear it."

Lu Beihuai gazed down at Song Qie, who suddenly started to shed tears, and saw that he started to feel uncomfortable again, his face as pale as snow, so he tilted his head back to hold his own hand and looked at himself, the bottom of his wet eyes full of apologies, his appearance was pathetic.

Silence for a moment.

His heart was tingling with excitement, and the curve of his lips tugged at the corners.

Cry a little and let go.

Cry a little more.

......

The room was momentarily silent as the commotion passed.

The breakfast on the coffee table was starting to get cold.

Lu Beihuai, who was sitting on the floor against the sofa, didn't move, bending his knees and propping his long arms on the head of his knees, just staring at the rusted iron door directly in front of him, thinking hard about something.

Pink? Or blue?

A plunging neckline? Or suspenders?

Which one is more likely to make him cry?

Song Qie sat on the sofa, rubbing her pinched face, calming her heart, and looking at Lu Beihuai, who was silent.

After thinking for a while, I couldn't think of how to coax this man.

He couldn't cajole either, but he could only do what he could to calm Lu Beihuai's long-standing anger.

This guy was already thinking about not having to depend on the Song family anymore and wanted to get back at him, so of course he could, but if he chose to let go of the plot it might fall apart, and he wouldn't even know what to do with it then.

What he had to do now was to let Lu Beihuai continue to stay by his side, accept ' Song Qie ''s apology, let go of his hatred, and then take back his identity before properly accepting everything that belonged to him, and that was when he could walk away in one piece.

No need for trepidation.

The clock on the wall moved forward little by little, so quiet that you could hear the movement of the walk.

Song Qie looked to the side and saw Lu Beihuai in this position, sitting on the floor with his head bowed, his breathing slightly shortened, and the sense of disheveled oppression around him was simply terrifying.

Forget it, let's first coax this tall man who suffered so much to save his father.

Guess it's a self-esteem bruise.

He took a soft, deep breath, reached out, and tugged at the shirt on Lu Beihuai's arm.

This motion is very light.

Lu Beihuai, who had been used to taking care of people for a long time, felt it at once, and he turned his eyes sideways to meet Song Qie's calm and warm gaze, and that kind of character that was almost cut off from the past made him frown.

"I'll wear it."

Song Qie slightly bent down, propped her hand on her leg, came close to Lu Beihuai, and softly coaxed, "I'll just wear it for you, don't be angry, okay?"

The coaxing phrase was light, so light that it seemed like a kind of petulance.

The couch faces the old window with its gold trimmed frame, and the sunlight from summer mornings pours into the room.

Bending close to the teenager, eyebrows arched, such as the glass-like penetrating eyes reflecting the other side of the appearance of the window frame divided by some of the daylight thrown down on the pale face, outlining the delicate contours, there is a kind of ......

To be shattered and engulfed by daylight.

One pinch and it crumbles.

Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai did not say anything, but felt that he did not seem to have the same sense of oppression as just now, and thought in his heart, "Is it possible that this person is just eating soft but not hard?

If wearing a dress can be coaxed, that's better than a beating, isn't it?

"Wear a sling."

Song Qie's expression came to a screeching halt: "......" what?

Knock-knock--

"Young master, are you inside Beihuai's house, we should go to school."

Song Qie heard the voice like a lifesaver, but stood up too quickly, got up in front of a black eye, and sat down on his buttocks, slowed down after having been grabbed by the arm, after the line of sight to restore clarity, right into the deep gaze of Lu Beihuai.

"Do you like pink or blue? Halter or revealing?" Lu Beihuai asked again.

Song Qie:"...... "Don't ask so seriously, he really wants to find a hole to drill down now.

So eager to escape.

He smiled without losing his politeness, "I've given you a good leave of absence, and rest at home for now even if your fever is gone, then I'll go to school first, and we'll talk again in the evening."

Move it!

When he got up, he saw Lu Beihuai's hand on his knee clench into a fist, and his back instantly went cold, scaring him so much that he twisted his head and said 'Whatever color you like.' before opening the door to his room.

With that, he closed the door with a 'bang'.

It almost fell away.

Lu Beihuai looked at the door of the room that was closed, silent for a while, in his mind ghostly floated just now that looks like a scared kitten, hooked his lips and lowered his head with a smile.

But then instantly collects himself when he notices he's laughing.

Laughing?

What he's laughing at.