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They stopped.
“Eh?”
Su Yutao could feel the gaze fall on her.
Then the man crouched down, leaning in to look at her: “What is this? How is there a little girl in Sister Lin’s home?”
Su Yutao curled up in the corner of the sofa, a tiny ball of a person — pale-faced, chapped lips, eyes staring blankly ahead.
The man waved a hand in front of her eyes: “Can’t see?”
He looked at her face again: “Wow, starved like this? Didn’t Sister Lin leave you any food?”
Su Yutao didn’t know whether to nod or shake her head. She just curled up tighter.
The man stood up and seemed to walk around the room again: “Strange. With Sister Lin’s personality, how could she keep a dog?”
He paused, muttering to himself: “Could it be Lin Qingxue’s…”
He walked back to the sofa and looked down at the curled-up Su Yutao: “Hey, little girl, who are you?”
Su Yutao didn’t dare answer — and couldn’t anyway.
The man reached out and tousled her hair: “White hair? Real or fake?”
He pinched her cheek: “You look quite cute.”
He began to scrutinize her, from head to toe. The gaze made Su Yutao’s skin crawl.
Then the man spoke with a hint of teasing: “Lolis have three virtues: delicate body, soft limbs, easy to push over. Do you know what that means?”
Su Yutao didn’t know. But she knew it wasn’t anything good. She shrank back.
The man leaned in after her: “Don’t run, little girl, I’m just playing with you.”
Su Yutao shrank into the corner of the sofa, with nowhere left to hide. She stood up, trying to run. After just two steps, her legs gave way and she nearly fell. The man reached out and caught her: “Hey hey hey, don’t fall.”
Su Yutao shook off his hand and ran in another direction. She was gently pulled back again.
“Why run? I’m not going to eat you.”
Su Yutao ran again. Pulled back again. The man laughed cheerfully: “Ouch, you’re quite the runner.”
Su Yutao ran again. This time, before she could take two steps, she was leaning against the wall, panting. Too hungry. No strength at all.
The man walked over, looked at her state, and seemed a bit reluctant: “Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you.”
He turned to do something. Su Yutao just let out a sigh of relief —
“Grrr—” Loudly. Her stomach growled. The man stopped in his tracks. Turned back to look at her.
Su Yutao’s face burned — though she couldn’t see, she could feel the embarrassment. The man froze for a second, then burst out laughing: “Well, starving like this and still running.”
He came over and took her by the wrist: “Come on, eat.”
Su Yutao was led to the sofa. Pressed down to sit. Rustling sounds — he was rummaging through a bag. Then the sound of a lunchbox opening. The clink of a spoon against the box.
“Open up.”
Su Yutao froze. The man clicked his tongue: “I said open up, I’m feeding you. Don’t tell me you can see by yourself.”
Su Yutao opened her mouth. A spoonful of rice was fed in. Hot. The aroma of food. She chewed slowly.
The man muttered beside her: “Sister Lin told me to come feed the dog, but instead I’m feeding a little blind girl, starving like this. Why didn’t you say something yesterday?”
Su Yutao chewed her rice, thinking: ‘How could I say something? I can’t even speak.’
Another spoonful. “Eat slowly, don’t choke.”
Su Yutao chewed slowly. The man fed her while looking at her face: “Is your hair real or not? Dyed?”
Su Yutao shook her head. “Natural? Rare.” Another spoonful.
“What’s your name?” Su Yutao reached out, wanting to write on his palm. But the man didn’t understand: “What?” Su Yutao tried again. The man still didn’t get it: “Fine, fine, we’ll talk later.” He continued feeding.
Su Yutao hadn’t expected that this person, who had been teasing her nonstop and saying things like “loli three virtues,” would be so meticulous when feeding her.
He waited for her to swallow each spoonful before giving the next. Occasionally he wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue. He even asked, “Not too hot?” When she choked, he stopped and gently patted her back.
Su Yutao chewed her rice, feeling conflicted. She had thought he was a bad person. But now he was feeding her. Very carefully.
Just then, a phone rang. The man pulled it out, glanced at it, and answered: “Hello? Sister Lin?”
The other end was speaking. Su Yutao couldn’t make out the words, but she could tell the tone — aggressive, irritable.
Then the man hummed a few times, until his expression suddenly changed: “What? You got the wrong target?”
The other side said something else. The man listened while continuing to feed Su Yutao. Su Yutao opened her mouth and chewed.
Then she heard it. The voice on the other end, though muffled by the receiver, had a tone and cadence she was all too familiar with. It was that person. The Lin Qingxue from that night.
The voice was cursing: “Damn it, you idiot, did you get the wrong target? I’ve been squatting here all night, how come the target still hasn’t shown up?”
Su Yutao chewed her rice, stunned. That voice. The voice that had threatened her, groped her, said it would cut out her tongue. Now it was swearing on the phone.
Thinking about all this, she forgot to chew. The man fed her another spoonful. She opened her mouth instinctively. Then — she choked.
The rice stuck in her throat. Su Yutao’s mouth hung open, making ‘uh-uh’ sounds, her face turning red, hands flailing in the air. The man started and looked down at her: “What’s wrong?”
Su Yutao pointed at her throat, continuing to ‘uh-uh’. The man’s face changed, he quickly put down the phone and reached out to pat her back. *Slap slap slap—* Very hard. Su Yutao lurched forward from the force, but he caught her. Another pat. *Slap slap slap—* Finally, the rice was coughed out. Su Yutao gasped for air, collapsing onto the sofa.
The man breathed a sigh of relief: “I told you to eat slowly, but you didn’t listen.”
Then he realized something — the phone. Still on the call. He looked down.
On the other end, the voice exploded: “Mole! What the hell are you doing?!”
The man — Mole — his face stiffened. The voice continued to curse: “I told you to take care of things at home! What the hell are you doing?!”
“What’s that uh-uh sound?!” “What’s that slap slap sound?!” “When I get back, you’re dead! Damn it—”
Mole quickly picked up the phone: “No, no, Sister Lin, let me explain—” But the other side had already hung up. Beep beep beep.
The room fell silent. Mole stared at the phone, his face dark. Su Yutao curled up on the sofa, not daring to breathe.
A long silence. Mole pocketed the phone, looking down at Su Yutao. Su Yutao shrank, waiting to be scolded. But Mole just sighed: “Well, I’ll never be able to clear my name now.”
He picked up the spoon again: “Open up.”
Su Yutao froze. “I said open up, you haven’t eaten enough yet.” Su Yutao opened her mouth. Continued eating. Mole muttered as he fed: “Sister Lin is a lunatic, she’s definitely going to skin me when she gets back…”
Su Yutao chewed her rice, not daring to speak. But she was thinking: ‘That person is coming back.’
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