Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In her dreams, she cried and begged the man to let her go, but he pinned her down with a frosty look on his face.
She saw the camera snapping away at her, and the man bearing down on her bit and kissed her.
She was so terrified that her whole body started shaking. She felt filthy, and it made her sick.
But the man would never get off her, and her deep sense of vulnerability made her hopeless. Unable to control herself, she shrieked.
As her voice grew hoarse from screaming, someone yelled out her name near her ear. âQin Zhiâai? Qin Zhiâai?â
âWake up? Qin Zhiâai? Wake up?â The person then tapped her face lightly with his fingers.
Qin Zhiâai frowned and gradually opened her eyes. Gu Yushengâs Adonis-like face appeared before her.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She became dazed for a moment and stopped shrieking. After staring blankly at him, she finally asked, âWhat...â
She had wanted to ask âwhat happened,â but as the first word came out, she immediately realized that the dream she had had was not a nightmare but a reality.
She had in fact been abducted by men, stripped, and posed for photos.
A sudden panic flashed in her eyes. Grabbing Gu Yushengâs sleeves as if she was clinging onto a life raft, her voice trembled with helplessness. âThe photos... the photos...â
Although that was all Qin Zhiâai said, Gu Yusheng understood what she was thinking and said gently, âThe photos were all deleted.â
âDeleted?â A glimmer of hope shined in Qin Zhiâaiâs eyes, along with a hint of uncertainty.
âYes, deleted,â Gu Yusheng replied, as he lightly wiped off cold droplets of sweat that had formed on her forehead. To further assure her, he added confidently, âThe camera and the memory card were destroyed.â
âDestroyed. Destroyed...â Qin Zhiâai mumbled a few times before she finally heaved a sigh of relief. Immediately, she sprang up from the bed. âI need to take a shower. I need to take a shower...â
That man touched me. I need a shower. Iâm filthy...
Before Qin Zhiâai could get off the bed, Gu Yusheng stopped her. âYouâve already showered.â
Stunned, she lifted her head and stared at him.
âXu Wennuan helped you to wash up,â Gu Yusheng explained.
Qin Zhiâaiâs body relaxed, and she sat back down on the bed. Hugging her knees, she buried her face in her lap and remained silent in that posture.
Gu Yusheng couldnât tell if she was weeping, but his heart ached from seeing how insecure and helpless she looked.
That trauma would be terrifying for anyone who experienced it.
Sitting lightly on the edge of the bed, Gu Yusheng smoothed her hair gently and said, âItâs all over. Donât think about it anymore. Youâre okay now.â
She didnât reply, but his tender words made her eyes well up with tears.
âThose men were also sent to the police station,â he said, as he continued caressing her long hair.
His voice was calming and, although it put her at ease, tears still started to flow from her eyes.