Stardust in the Moonlight: Little Wildcat, Don't Try to Run Away

Chapter 131 The dusty memory is torn open

I smiled as I looked at Li Xin and Mo Chen. Li Xin was really angry, but Mo Chen looked calm as always. This contrast was enough to make me laugh for a while.

They talked about their old school days for a while, which I found very interesting and helped me understand more about Mo Chen at that time.

Bai Yuning suggested going for a few drinks.

Mo Chen surprisingly agreed, so we went to the bar. However, this bar was not as noisy as other bars, but rather stylish and elegant, and very quiet.

They continued chatting.

I looked at the cocktail in front of me. It was so pretty.

"By the way... I have so many works, do you like any of them?" Bai Yuning sat next to me and looked at me with a smile.

I thought about it and raised my left hand. “That’s it.”

Bai Yuning pursed his lips and said, "This is not my design. I made it according to his idea." Bai Yuning raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Chen.

I looked at Mo Chen, and Mo Chen smiled and hooked my face, with deep affection in his eyes.

I smiled and looked back at Bai Yuning, "That's all. I only like this. My husband is so awesome."

Bai Yuning rolled her eyes, looking a little angry. Then she calmed down and looked at me, "Then you can be my model. I think you have a great temperament and beautiful hands."

I shook my head and took a sip of wine. The wine was spicy and refreshing, suppressing the disgust that was about to rise up in my heart.

"I don't like having my hands taken."

"why?"

"There's no reason, I just don't like other people touching my hands. I also don't like the feeling of my hands being stuck with something. It would be even more uncomfortable if my hands were tied." I took another sip of wine.

"What a pity, such beautiful hands." Bai Yuning stared at my hand holding the cup.

I dropped my hands and gripped the edge of the chair.

"Fortunately, I'm not a crazy hand control enthusiast. Otherwise, you'd be in trouble! At least make you a hand model before I can let you go."

"Cough... cough cough..." I choked. The wine in my throat was so spicy that it went all the way to my heart.

Words similar to this kept pouring out of my mind. Even the spicy taste of the wine couldn't overcome it.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mo Chen patted my back.

I looked back at Mo Chen. He said nothing, just frowned at me.

"It's okay..." I smiled, avoided Mo Chen's gaze and took another sip of wine.

"The guy I'm with now is a hand control maniac. He's only interested in hands. He's simply perverted. He always makes my hands hurt before he lets me go. I'm almost traumatized by this. It's unbearable."

Bai Yuning finished the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"You've had enough fun, but you haven't broken up yet. I wonder if you have some masochistic fetish. It's just right for us to be a couple so we don't have to harm others." Li Xin smiled and took a sip of wine.

"Apart from that habit, he's pretty good. I'm trying to find a way to cure him. Wearing gloves, or getting my hands dirty, or not getting hurt, I'm going to try. I'm willing to risk it all for true love."

I drank my wine and couldn't help laughing as I listened to Bai Yuning's words.

"Self-harm? You can try it. At least it will make that kind of person quiet for a while." I sighed and continued to drink. My face was hot.

"How do you know? Have you tried it?" Bai Yuning came closer to me.

"Yeah." I looked at the wine in front of me, but my mind was filled with the scene of me hurting my hand a long time ago, as if the pain at that time was still on my right hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Could it be that... Mo Chen has this habit..." Bai Yuning came closer to me, with a teasing tone...

I suddenly realized what I had just said, and my cloudy mind became half clear, but I forgot about the wine in my mouth.

I turned around to look at Mo Chen. Mo Chen frowned and looked at me. His eyes were cold as ice and full of inquiry. There seemed to be a flash of fire, and a thin red color appeared at the corners of his eyes.

I swallowed subconsciously, but was choked by the wine in my mouth.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..." I lowered my head and buried my face in my arms.

"Rongyue has drunk too much, you take her back!" Li Xin said calmly, without any smile in his tone.

I wrapped myself in Mo Chen's clothes, and Mo Chen pulled me up, hugged me and walked away.

I looked up at Mo Chen. He was frowning and looking ahead, with a fire still in his eyes.

The driver was already waiting for us in the car. I got in and watched Mo Chen walk to the other side of the car. He got in and slammed the door shut.

The car door made a muffled sound and the whole car shook, almost making me cry.

The moment he got into the car, the whole space was filled with anger, and the anger in his eyes ignited the air around him.

He lowered his head with a frown on his face, and pursed his thin lips as if to suppress his emotions, but he didn't control it very well this time, because his chest heaved violently, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Mo Chen...you...hate me..." My heart suddenly ached, so much so that I felt a little breathless.

Mo Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of my head, then pulled me up. I sat astride Mo Chen's legs. He didn't give me any time to think, and pressed my lips tightly with a kiss as violent as a storm.

His breath was getting hotter and hotter, our lips and teeth were intertwined, and his kiss was fierce and overbearing. I didn't struggle, but hugged him tightly like a conditioned reflex and responded to him.

Just when I was about to run out of breath, Mo Chen let me go a little. Our heads were pressed together, breathing heavily, our breaths still entangled in a fiery entanglement.

"Tell me, who is the man who bullied you?" Mo Chen stared at me with eyes filled with fire and heat.

Hearing his words, my heart softened instantly, but my tears couldn't help but flow even more violently.

It turns out that he doesn't hate me. When did I become so afraid of losing him...

"Tell me. I just want his name. I don't need to ask anything else."

The coldness in Mo Chen's eyes seemed to have turned into frost, making people feel cold.

I shook my head and said, "I don't want to. That kind of person doesn't deserve your attention. I feel sick just by letting you look at me. You can't let him dirty your hands..." I kept my voice steady, but I couldn't stop my tears.

I looked at Mo Chen's still determined eyes.

"It's all over. I've already... I've adjusted myself..."

"No! You didn't go there at all!" Mo Chen looked at me.

"You're always afraid of being seen drawing! You're afraid of getting something on your hands and washing your hands like crazy! You're even afraid to the point where you get sick just thinking about it. Do you think I can't see that? Do you think you can really fool me?"

I looked at Mo Chen, unable to refute a word for a moment.

"Is it because of this person that you gave up painting?"

I hesitated.

“…It’s not entirely because…I have no inspiration…I can’t draw…” I looked at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen sighed, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the coldness in his eyes was much lighter, but even sharper.

"You can draw hundreds of different apples with your eyes closed, and you are willing to stay in the studio with nothing else in your eyes. You are obsessed with painting to this extent. As long as you pick up a pen, is there anything you can't draw?" Mo Chen frowned and looked at me, anger in his eyes again.

"You think you can fool everyone with these excuses! But Li Xin doesn't believe it! Sui Jing doesn't believe it! Even Xingyu! You can't even fool high school students! And you actually think you can fool me! Don't you think this is ridiculous!"

I looked at Mo Chen, and in an instant, all the defenses in my heart were shattered by Mo Chen. The broken debris was like sharp blades cutting through my heart.

The tears I tried so hard to hold back could no longer flow, and I covered my face.

I cried. I was indeed deceiving myself. I thought I had done very well, but everything fell apart in front of Mo Chen.

I was unexpectedly pulled into Mo Chen's arms.

Mo Chen put his hand on my back and stroked my head gently with the other hand, silently comforting me.

The rise and fall of his chest was less violent.

"I told you I can protect you and you shouldn't be afraid of anything. When will you trust me?"

“I believe you…” I sniffed.

"Then just be yourself. You clearly love oil paintings passionately, but you insist on saying you don't love them. You clearly are a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate, but you insist on wrapping yourself in ruthlessness to keep others away."

"Without love, the relationship will be ruined; without ruthlessness, the whole situation will be ruined. You can tell this to yourself!"

I wiped away my tears and couldn't help but smile.

Mo Chen held my right hand, our fingers still intertwined.

"Tell me how you made yourself loveless and heartless! Hurt your hand? And burn your own paintings?"

I nodded.

Mo Chen pulled my hand and pulled me up, making me sit up and look at him.

"What did you do to your hands? Why did you hurt yourself? Why did you burn the painting? Tell me, I want to know." Mo Chen frowned and looked at me seriously.

"Because if I hurt my hand, I can paint in peace and not be disturbed for a while."

"Why? How did you get hurt?" Mo Chen rubbed my right hand.

“Knowing this is what to do…” I frowned and looked at Mo Chen.

"Just tell me what I want to know, or I'll look it up myself. There's nothing I can't find out."

"Don't check! I said I don't want you to see such disgusting things!" I said in a firm tone, looking at Mo Chen seriously.

Mo Chen looked at me, and after a moment, his eyes relaxed a little.

"Then go on. Tell me how you hurt yourself."

Mo Chen raised his hand and wiped the tears from my face with his fingertips.

I held Mo Chen's hand and looked at his beautiful hands.

"At first it was just a little dirty, and then if that didn't work then... I'd get some injuries, scratches, cuts, whatever. The more grievous it was the better it would keep me quiet for longer... depending on how long I needed it... the severity of the injuries varied."

"I don't want to say the details..." I lowered my eyes and erased the horrific scene from my mind.

"The worst time was when he wanted to burn it along with my paintings, but he was stopped by the madman before it was burned. Since then, I have stopped painting and he has stopped appearing in front of me."

I looked at my own hand, and the moment I stretched it out, I seemed to be back to that day when I stretched my hand into the raging fire, and the flames licked my hand frantically, and then it hurt, so much so that I could no longer feel the pain in my heart, and I suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Then I was dragged out of the fire with great force. My hands and arms were all red and swollen, and there was a sharp pain that made my whole body numb, but I saw the person in front of me, he was kneeling on the ground, wanting to touch my hand but not daring to, he was crying and shouting at the raging fire, wanting to rush into the fire to save the paintings but unable to do anything.

I laughed, and laughed very happily. I was like a murderer who killed his beloved one. I watched him crying madly in front of me, and cried until he was exhausted. Finally, in order for his lover to survive, he compromised, compromised with the murderer.

"I am a murderer. At that moment, he cried so miserably in front of me until the light in his eyes went out. He was like a walking corpse without a soul. But I don't care! Didn't I win the bet in the end? I am free." I looked at Mo Chen and smiled, just like I did then.

"Rongyue..." Mo Chen's hand gently stroked my face. His cool fingers stroked my face, and then I realized that my face was covered with tears.

I saw the surprise in Mo Chen's eyes, as if he didn't know me at all.

I came to my senses and lowered my head. I must have looked like a paranoid lunatic just now.

"Rongyue." Mo Chen's voice was a little shaky, and he stood up and hugged me, as if he wanted to wake me up softly.

"Rongyue." Mo Chen hugged me tightly and called my name softly.

I hugged Mo Chen tightly and buried myself in his shoulders.

"Mo Chen, can you tell me why..."

"Why did it have to be me? Why did I have to meet him? I have never provoked anyone..."

My voice kept shaking.

"I just want to paint well, why can't I do that! I only care about this one thing! Why must such a person appear to torture and humiliate me! Why, only I can get peace and freedom in return if I destroy my passion! Shouldn't that belong to me? Why!"

My voice and body kept shaking. I didn't understand why the world was so unfair to me! I asked myself this question countless times, but I couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, Rongyue, don't think about it anymore. I was wrong. I won't ask anymore."

Mo Chen hugged me tightly, excitedly.

"Why... do you have to let me tear open the wound for you to see..." I punched Mo Chen's chest.

"I'm sorry, Rongyue." Mo Chen hugged me even tighter, as if he wanted to press me into his body.

Until I was tired of crying.