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She grabbed the blanket and pulled it back.
The blanket slid off Luo Xiaoning’s body, and cold air rushed in. Luo Xiaoning shivered.
“What are you doing? Go to sleep. Stop messing around.”
Luo Xiaoning yanked the blanket back, her voice low and impatient.
Su Yutao pulled again.
This time, she pulled harder. Most of the blanket slipped off Luo Xiaoning and piled on the sofa armrest.
Luo Xiaoning sat up and stared at Su Yutao, anger already flaring in her eyes.
“I told you to go to sleep. Can’t you understand? Do I need to f*cking carry you in?”
Su Yutao didn’t listen.
She let go of the blanket and reached out, fumbling to touch Luo Xiaoning’s face.
Her fingers poked Luo Xiaoning’s cheek. Soft, with a hint of cold.
Luo Xiaoning turned her head away, her voice low, each word squeezed through her teeth.
“Are you crazy? I said I wouldn’t touch you anymore!”
Su Yutao poked again.
This time, it landed on Luo Xiaoning’s nose.
Luo Xiaoning grabbed her hand, threw it off, her chest heaving, her voice even lower, full of insulted rage.
“I’m warning you. Don’t push me. I’m not going to argue with you. Don’t be ungrateful.”
Su Yutao stood there, hugging Qiansui, facing Luo Xiaoning.
Her mouth moved slightly. Not to speak. It was that silent, mocking smile.
Qiansui spoke urgently in her ear.
“Host, what are you doing? Are you provoking her on purpose?”
Su Yutao thought, ‘Yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing.’
Luo Xiaoning looked at Su Yutao’s face and that silent smile. The fire in her chest blazed up.
She’d already decided not to make a fuss. In the bathroom, she’d been the one to start it, pinching the little blind girl’s face and pushing her head down.
She was in the wrong.
She’d planned to say a few “it’s for your own good” lines, scare her a bit, and that would be the end of it. After all, the little blind girl couldn’t tattle, and Sister Lin would never know.
But now, this little blind girl was actively provoking her?
Who did she think she was?
A blind, mute little good-for-nothing who couldn’t even speak, and she dared to come after her?
Luo Xiaoning took a deep breath and stood up from the sofa. The blanket slid to the floor.
She stood in front of Su Yutao, looking down. Their faces were so close she could see the curve of Su Yutao’s eyelashes.
“Do you think I really don’t dare to hit you?”
Luo Xiaoning’s voice came from between her teeth, low and cold, carrying the humiliation of being insulted.
“I’m telling you, I let it go because of Sister Lin. Don’t push your luck.”
Su Yutao didn’t back down.
She stood where she was, holding Qiansui, facing Luo Xiaoning, without moving.
There was no fear, no shrinking on her face. Just that calm, almost numb waiting.
She was waiting. Waiting for Luo Xiaoning to strike.
Luo Xiaoning stared at her for a long moment.
Her fist clenched, loosened, then clenched again.
She remembered the suffocation of being choked by this little blind girl in the bathroom, the embarrassment of swallowing water, and the panic when Sister Lin suddenly pushed the door open.
Her dignity had been stomped into the dirt by this little blind girl and twisted twice.
How could she bear it?
“You asked for this.”
Luo Xiaoning’s voice was soft.
She reached out, grabbed Su Yutao’s hair, and yanked her forward.
Su Yutao’s head was pulled to the side. Pain made her gasp, but she didn’t cry out.
Qiansui screamed in her ear.
“She’s pulling your hair! Host!”
Su Yutao didn’t struggle.
She just stood there, being pulled by her hair, completely still.
Luo Xiaoning leaned in close, her voice soft, but the fury beneath it was barely contained.
“You want to play? Fine. I’ll play with you.”
She released her hair and shoved Su Yutao.
Su Yutao stumbled back two steps, her back hitting the corner of the coffee table. She let out a muffled grunt.
She crouched down, hugging Qiansui, curling into a ball.
The motion was practiced, as if she had done it a thousand times.
Luo Xiaoning watched her, a smirk tugging at her mouth.
She crouched down, pinched Su Yutao’s chin, and lifted her face. Her voice carried a sick satisfaction.
“What’s wrong? Weren’t you tough just now? You were happy poking me, weren’t you? Why aren’t you smiling now?”
Su Yutao’s eyes were pointed at her but unfocused. In those purple pupils, Luo Xiaoning saw her own reflection, twisted, furious, ugly.
Her fingers tightened, nails digging into Su Yutao’s cheek, leaving deep crescent marks.
Su Yutao didn’t move.
She just crouched there, hugging Qiansui, her cheek being pinched, silent.
Qiansui grew frantic.
“Host! Fight back! You don’t have to just take this! At least resist!”
Su Yutao thought, ‘Wait a little longer. Let her hit me. Let her leave marks. This pain is nothing to me. I’m used to it. Soon enough, it’ll be her turn to hurt.’
Luo Xiaoning pinched for a while, then let go.
She stood and stepped back, looking at Su Yutao crouched on the floor.
The little blind girl was curled into a ball, white hair falling over her face, hiding her expression.
Luo Xiaoning’s chest was still heaving, but she didn’t hit her again.
She remembered Lin Qingxue’s words before bed.
“Don’t touch her. Don’t push her. Don’t yell at her. Don’t scare her.”
Her fingers began to tremble.
Not from fear. From the dread that came after.
She had just laid hands on her.
If Lin Qingxue suddenly woke up, heard the noise, pushed the door open, and saw her pinching Su Yutao’s face and pulling her hair… She didn’t dare think about it.
Luo Xiaoning took a deep breath and retreated to the sofa.
She looked at Su Yutao, still crouched on the ground, and her voice returned to that “I know what’s best for you” tone, though a hint of guilt slipped through.
“Fine. I won’t hit you. Go back to sleep. Stop bothering me here.”
Su Yutao didn’t move.
She stayed crouched on the floor, hugging Qiansui, motionless.
Qiansui whispered in her ear.
“Host, she stopped. Do you want to continue?”
Su Yutao thought, ‘Continue.’
She slowly stood up, fumbling, and took a step toward Luo Xiaoning.
Luo Xiaoning’s pupils shrank, and she leaned back.
“What else do you want?”
Su Yutao took another step.
She reached out, her hand fumbling, and touched Luo Xiaoning’s knee.
Then she pinched it.
Not hard, but unmistakable, like squeezing a toy.
Luo Xiaoning’s mind buzzed.
She shoved Su Yutao’s hand away, her voice sharp and urgent.
“You f*cking…”
Su Yutao was pushed back a step but caught her balance.
She stepped forward again, reached out, and this time touched Luo Xiaoning’s arm.
She pinched it again.
Luo Xiaoning shot to her feet, grabbed Su Yutao’s wrists, and pressed her against the back of the sofa.
Su Yutao’s back hit the sofa with a thud.
She was pinned, unable to move, but she didn’t struggle.
Her face was turned toward Luo Xiaoning, purple eyes half-lidded, the corner of her mouth tilted up.
That silent, teasing smile was back.
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