Natasha by the Red Wall

I handled his body as I pleased, ignored his feelings, and whipped the so-called care I gave him into his very bones. He cried out in desperation.

He didn't know that my soul had rotted from the very day he took me away.

"Fruit pecked by birds tastes sweeter. Will you love him?"

"When I fell as a child, Mom didn't take me to the hospital. He said I was born disabled."

Over a decade ago, a strange foreigner came to this small town. Later, the people of Banaoer would often bring up the "Natasha by the Red Wall" to mock them.

A man with delicate, feminine features, who had taken a Russian woman's name, arrived with a child of five or six and settled here.

Nobody believed Pei Qing was Natasha's child.

That morning, when Natasha saw Pei Qing fall and hurt his leg, he smiled with narrowed eyes. The muscles in his cheeks bunched up, rounding them out.

His lips curled in a sneer of satisfaction, as if he had finally been waiting for this day to come.

He was waiting for Pei Qing to beg him.

To beg humbly, pathetically, like a stray dog whose ribs had been kicked in by a passing drunk, and to crouch at his feet, begging him to take him to a doctor.

But Pei Qing didn't.

He just dragged his bad leg into the bathroom, sat on the floor, and used his little washcloth, wet with hot water, to wipe and rub his injured leg again and again...

"You were born disabled."

Natasha leaned against the doorway, smoking a cigarette as he looked down at him.

Many years later, Pei Qing had forgotten the pain of that day. All he remembered was the person before him, whose skin was so pale he looked like a ghost. At least he took good care of his hair: smooth and shining, it fell to his waist like satin.

His waist was as slender as a flower stem. He looked all right when he wasn't speaking, but once he opened his mouth, his words were venomous.

Even so, Pei Qing was determined to take Natasha away with him.

He knew no one else in the world could give him such intense nourishment.

Even if it was poison, he wanted it.

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