Chapter 92: Seems to be a Misunderstanding
“…”
Long Qinxin said nothing, just quietly watched Lu Zhiyin and Leng Qingqiu.
Lu Zhiyin noticed her gaze and saw the disappointment in Long Qinxin’s eyes.
She felt that Long Qinxin might have misunderstood something.
“… Mmmhmm… Let… let go…”
Grabbing the hand that was molesting her waist, Lu Zhiyin lowered her voice. She tilted her head slightly, trying to look at Leng Qingqiu.
Leng Qingqiu saw a hint of pleading in her eyes.
Piteous, unable to get angry at herself, all she could do was beg for mercy.
Although she was trying to become stronger, at this moment she still appeared fragile and at Leng Qingqiu’s mercy.
This Lu Zhiyin reassured Leng Qingqiu.
She released the hand pinching the soft flesh of Lu Zhiyin’s waist, picked her up, and left the classroom directly.
This abnormal behavior made Lu Zhiyin even more flustered. She really couldn’t figure out what Leng Qingqiu wanted to do.
Although the only other person in the classroom was Long Qinxin, which prevented her from being too conspicuous, this was still enough to be fatal.
She had no idea how she would explain it to Long Qinxin later.
“Leng Qingqiu, what are you doing?”
As soon as they left the classroom, Lu Zhiyin asked Leng Qingqiu.
She tried to make her voice sound less flustered, but still couldn’t help but show some panic.
“Nothing.”
Shaking her head, Leng Qingqiu carried Lu Zhiyin to the restroom, took her into a toilet stall, put her down, and watched her quietly.
“…”
The toilet was cleaned very cleanly, and the smell of air freshener was not unpleasant, but such a place still gave Lu Zhiyin some psychological trauma.
“Gulp…”
Lu Zhiyin swallowed, but made no futile resistance.
Since she couldn’t run away anyway, why bother expending more effort?
“Are you two close?”
Squinting her eyes, Leng Qingqiu closed the stall door and looked down at Lu Zhiyin.
The bandaged left arm of the girl in front of her, and the panic in her red eyes made Leng Qingqiu gradually feel something.
She squatted down, took Lu Zhiyin’s right hand in hers, and rubbed her palm.
“No… not very close.”
Shaking her head, this was not the first time Leng Qingqiu had asked this question. Just now, she needed to consider Long Qinxin’s feelings, but here there was only Leng Qingqiu, so she could relax a little.
Thinking this, Lu Zhiyin looked into Leng Qingqiu’s eyes.
Her dark eyes flickered with a sly light, and Leng Qingqiu wondered what mischief she was plotting.
“…”
Still silent, Leng Qingqiu simply recalled what had just happened.
When she hugged Lu Zhiyin, that annoying Long Qinxin became dejected, and as soon as Lu Zhiyin saw Long Qinxin’s expression, she immediately started begging for mercy from her.
Leng Qingqiu did not believe there was no connection between these events.
“If you’re not close, why would you care about her?”
Squeezing Lu Zhiyin’s right hand tighter, Leng Qingqiu stood between Lu Zhiyin’s legs and gently choked Lu Zhiyin with her other hand.
A dangerous atmosphere seemed to fill the air.
“I j-just… felt a bit… embarrassed…”
Her eyes darted away, Lu Zhiyin’s words were intermittent.
“When there’s no one else around, you can do anything you want to me, but when there are outsiders present, I need a little dignity.”
Her tone was cautious, as if afraid of provoking Leng Qingqiu.
Lu Zhiyin’s words made Leng Qingqiu a little dazed.
Dignity? Leng Qingqiu could probably understand why her childhood friend hadn’t come to her for help before.
Perhaps it was also because of this so-called dignity? After losing her parents and her legs, she had been considered useless by most people, so she didn’t want to bother others and be looked down upon even more?
It seemed that the more people had nothing, the more they cherished that little bit of dignity.
Because that was the only thing left to support them to live on.
No, perhaps it wasn’t that serious, because there were more people who just wanted to live a humble life.
Leng Qingqiu didn’t want to save Lu Zhiyin face; she just wanted to see the girl cry in despair.
Since she had already admitted to being a perverted scumbag, it wouldn’t matter what she did, right?
Her hand tightening around Lu Zhiyin’s neck, the white-haired girl’s chest rose and fell slightly, then she reacted.
“… Cough… Cough cough…”
Coughing incessantly, Lu Zhiyin didn’t expect Leng Qingqiu to suddenly do something that threatened her life. This girl seemed to be becoming more and more moody.
She tried to struggle, but her frail body meant she had little strength. Her right hand was tightly held by Leng Qingqiu, and her left arm was bound by bandages, preventing her from making any significant movements.
Her left arm was not actually fractured, and the bandage was only to prevent accidental contact with the wound from causing severe pain, but now, this bandage, which was originally meant to protect her, had become a restraint, preventing her from escaping the fear of suffocation.
Continuing to apply pressure with her hand, Leng Qingqiu quietly watched Lu Zhiyin’s expression change, watching the girl’s red eyes gradually lose focus.
Only when physiological tears appeared at the corner of the girl’s eyes did Leng Qingqiu release her hand.
“Do you care a lot about appearances?”
Leng Qingqiu’s question made Lu Zhiyin freeze for a moment.
“…”
Remaining silent, Lu Zhiyin didn’t know how to answer this question.
Her intuition told her that no matter how she answered, her subsequent situation would not be good.
“Ha… Well, it’s okay…”
She tried to muddle through.
But Leng Qingqiu was not going to let her off the hook this time.
“It doesn’t matter, you can think whatever you want.”
Squinting her eyes, Leng Qingqiu slid her hands under Lu Zhiyin’s armpits and lifted her up.
Lu Zhiyin was considerably shorter than Leng Qingqiu, and with her disability, being lifted by Leng Qingqiu made her very uneasy with her legs dangling in the air.
Leng Qingqiu pressed Lu Zhiyin against the wall. The girls’ faces were very close, and Lu Zhiyin could almost sense Leng Qingqiu’s body heat.
“Didn’t you say it? You only have me, so other people’s opinions don’t matter at all, do they?”
Leaning her face even closer, Leng Qingqiu blew a puff of hot air into Lu Zhiyin’s ear.
She saw all the muscles in Lu Zhiyin’s body tense up.
A very sensitive girl, wasn’t she?
“So, I can do anything I want to you anywhere, don’t you think?”
Words with a hint of threat escaped from Leng Qingqiu’s mouth.
The hot air landed on Lu Zhiyin’s ears and neck, making her shift her head to the side uncomfortably.
She knew what answer Leng Qingqiu wanted to hear, and she didn’t seem to have the right to refuse now.
“Mm… I know… You… you can do anything you want to me, no matter where… Now, can you let me down?”
Finally, she had no choice but to comply with Leng Qingqiu’s wish.
Although she didn’t cry, she was not far from crying.
What did this person think of her? That so-called affection stat was too useless.
