My cousin was locked at home by her parents because she insisted on being with a blond-haired delinquent. I understood immediately: Liking a blondie is a legitimate excuse to be a NEET (Not in Education, Employment, or Training). So I went home and said to my stepbrother: "Brother, I've fallen for a blondie." My stepbrother smiled and poured me a cup of hot water: "Is it cold today? Drink some water to warm up first." I was a bit disappointed, took a sip of water, and continued my lines persistently: "You can't look down on him, he's different from other blondies..." The next second, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, there was a shiny silver chain on my ankle. Julian remained gentle, lightly stroking the chain: "Tori, you don't know how bad men outside can be. Before you forget that person, I won't let you out of this room." I was stunned for a moment, then resolutely lay back on the bed: "I will never forget him even if I die!" 1 I turned my back to him and covered myself with the quilt. Julian didn't make a sound for a long time, nor did he persuade me. Just when I was wondering if I had overacted, a sigh came from behind. Julian left, and the door was closed. I sat up, feeling a bit soft-hearted. He probably didn't understand why his sister's rebellious phase came so late. But the thing is, I don't want to be the "Doctor Wen" (a character known for loyalty and suffering) working in the snow anymore. The snow was heavy this morning, my life as a worker is so bitter. My phone was taken away by him, and my tablet and laptop were not there either. I went to the closet to find the clothes I wore today, and found my spare phone in the lining. Julian would never have guessed that I bought a men's jacket. The pockets are deeper than the sea, containing not only a spare phone but also a pack of cookies, a small bread, and three bars of chocolate almost as big as the phone. The spare phone was pressed at the very bottom by these snacks. I turned on the phone and found my cousin on WeChat. "What happens after being locked up? How did you manage to stay locked up?" 2 Cousin: "Sis, are you laughing at me?" Me: "No, I just admire your determination to fight for love. I want to learn from you." Cousin: "There's no technique. You don't understand what love is. Everything I do comes from my heart. For him, what is a hunger strike?" Hunger strike... I looked at the chocolate in my hand. Silently put a piece back. These are rations for the future. 3 I didn't eat a bite of the food Julian brought. He brought it in, and took it away as it was. When he left, I broke off a piece of chocolate and put it in my mouth, telling myself that the suffering now is for the days without work in the future. Anyway, our parents left a lot of inheritance. Julian insisted on forcing me to work and live a hard life. On the second day of the "hunger strike", Julian brought in a bowl of seafood porridge. Just smelling it made me drool. He looked down at me: "Still don't want to eat today?" I kept a straight face: "If you don't let me out for a day, I won't eat for a day." After saying that, I was afraid Julian couldn't stand the pressure and let me go, so I added: "I've decided on him. For love, what's a little hunger?" He closed his eyes and suddenly laughed. His laughter sent a chill down my spine, and I looked at him in surprise. Please don't be moved by my love! He silently put the seafood porridge on the bedside table and turned to leave the room. I breathed a sigh of relief, but before I could finish, he came back. Holding a rope in his hand. 4 "Why are you tying me up?" "Open your mouth." "You are... mmm..." "Shut up, swallow." I was forced to eat the seafood porridge he fed me spoon by spoon. He wasn't skilled at first, spilling a lot, and had to stop to wipe my face. Later it became smoother, and the bowl of seafood porridge bottomed out. Only then did he let me go, untied the rope, and said gently to me holding the empty bowl: "If you like this way of eating, we can continue next time." I looked humiliated: "For him, I will not give in." But secretly delighted in my heart. It's not that I don't want to fast, Julian insisted on feeding me. Julian's lips were pressed into a straight line, his dark eyes staring at me. I felt goosebumps all over my body, biting the bullet to look at him. "Do you like him that much?" "Brother, you haven't been in love, you don't understand what love is at all." Julian lowered his head, his fingers rubbing the edge of the bowl. I tensed up inexplicably. But he turned back into the good brother, smiling at me: "Rest early. Only with a good body can you continue to resist me, right?" I watched him leave. After the door closed, I immediately collapsed on the bed, as if all my strength had been drained. Julian's oppression just now was so strong. But nothing is more terrifying than going to work! I got out of bed, holding the ankle chain, tip-toed to the door to listen. After the sound of turning off the lights came from outside, I opened the closet door and took out my phone. "Hunger strike, and then? What to do next?" Cousin: "Then isolate everyone, let them see I'm very disappointed in them!" 6 I refused to talk to Julian. Julian didn't seem to care much either. He came to deliver meals three times a day as usual. Sometimes I woke up late, opened my eyes and saw Julian sitting on the edge of the bed staring at me. After I woke up, he would unlock the silver chain and let me go to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash up. At this time, he would bring in the heated food. On the third night of my unilateral cold war, he suddenly came in. I hurriedly hid my phone and looked at him vigilantly. Julian's hair was half wet, wearing only pajamas. The collar was soaked by water dripping from his hair, making a large patch of fabric translucent. My eyes were dazzled for a moment, and I subconsciously looked away. Hearing his helpless voice: "The shower head outside is broken, borrowing your bathroom." My brain was a bit chaotic, the image of water droplets hanging from his hair still remaining. "Suit yourself." I seemed to hear a light laugh. Looking over, Julian had already entered the bathroom. Soon the sound of water rang out inside. I pulled a book from the shelf, looking at it casually, ears filled with the sound of splashing water. Looking at the face in the manga, I suddenly thought. Julian went in empty-handed just now. Then! Sure enough, after the water stopped, an embarrassed voice came from inside, low: "Tori, I forgot to bring clothes, can you hand them to me?" 7 I looked down at the chain on my foot. It only allowed me to move within the room. I had to call him to unlock it even to go to the toilet. "I can't go out, where can I get clothes for you?" Julian: "...Then how can I come out conveniently?" "Wear what you wore in." He was troubled: "You know, I'm a clean freak." Does he know he is a man... I opened the closet, rummaged around, and found a pair of Julian's pants that had been put away by mistake at some point. And picked a bed sheet for him. "Although it will be drafty, it's better than going out naked. Make do with it." A hand reached out from inside, steaming hot, and took the bed sheet and pants in. I turned on the video recording on my phone, hid it behind the bedside table, and sat on the bed ready to watch the wonderful scene later. It was quiet inside for a while, the handle finally turned, and Julian came out. I was ready to laugh, but after seeing the person coming out, the laughter got stuck in my throat. Pants were worn properly, but the bed sheet was not wrapped well. The crossed collar was open, revealing a large area of collarbone, deep V downwards, faintly revealing the lines of abdominal muscles. Julian seemed a bit embarrassed. After noticing my gaze, he reached out to pull the bed sheet closer. "I'm leaving." He said. I felt my consciousness seemed to be half a beat slow, nodding blankly: "Okay, be careful not to catch a cold." He laughed once, turned and left. A while after the door was closed, I gasped and came back to my senses. Can you care if he is cold during a cold war? 8 I locked the door and urgently took out my phone for help: "What if the cold war doesn't work? What else can I do?" I am really not a hard-hearted woman. With Julian half-naked in front of me, I couldn't help but care if he was cold. My cousin became suspicious of me: "Sis, why do you keep asking about this? Do you want to hear my tricks from me and then tip off my parents?" Me: "Am I that kind of disloyal person?" Cousin: "Okay, I believe you. Hunger strike and cold war don't work, tired of crying, I decided to run away." Me: "Ah? Aren't you afraid of really running away?" Cousin: "?" Me: "Oh no no, how do you plan to run?" Cousin: "Don't mention it, failed already. I cut the bed sheets, wanted to climb down from the second floor, but was discovered by my parents very quickly. They watch me tighter now, but this won't defeat me. Failed this time, there will be a next time. I love him!" I nodded thoughtfully. Running away will be watched more strictly. 9 The next day I purposely pretended to sleep until noon. Julian came in for about half an hour before I opened my eyes groggily. He unlocked my ankle chain and let me wash up. I went to the bathroom first. He indeed went to the kitchen. I wrapped myself in a jacket casually and tiptoed out of the room. Passed the living room, opened the door. Running slow afraid of acting too fake. Running fast afraid Julian discovered late and couldn't catch up. I struggled for a while before stepping over the threshold. Hearing footsteps behind, I ran out decisively. "Tori Cole!" Wearing slippers, I considerately ran down the stairs. Afraid he couldn't catch the elevator. I remember Julian was on the track team in high school, he runs very fast. When I ran down three floors, he grabbed my arm from behind. I gasped heavily, still acting: "Let... let me go." There was no smile on Julian's face: "You want to find him that much?" Haven't exercised for too long, the sudden intense exercise made me feel dizzy. And a bit nauseous. I frowned, enduring the discomfort: "You caught me this time, I will run next time, because I love him!" Julian stared at me expressionlessly, suddenly sneered coldly: "You know s**t about love." I was stunned, suspecting I had tinnitus just now. The next second, Julian bent down and put his arm around the back of my knees, carrying me over his shoulder. I held his waist upside down: "I'm an adult, what right do you have to say I don't know what love is?" Julian took three steps at a time, his voice inexplicably hoarse: "If you know what love is, then why can't you see..."
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