Ending of Her Miserable Life Chapter 10

Suddenly, the left half of his cheek felt like it had been burned, and it stung.

Penelope Yan opened her eyelids and looked calmly at the furious Clarissa Yao in front of her.

"Penelope Yan, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Penelope Yan puffed up her cheeks, frowning in pain, and asked casually, "What does it have to do with you!" She laughed sarcastically, "If you have the leisure time, go and talk to your sister Sister, go drink tea and make a face, don't worry about me!"

"I don't care about you?! I'm your mother, I don't care about you, who cares about you?!" Clarissa Yao showed a heartbroken expression.

"My mother? Who knows? These days, I'm not sure whether the child is my own or whose child I am."

Facing Penelope Yan's provocative and meaningful eyes, Clarissa Yao's pupils shrank: "You!"

Penelope Yan sneered, as if he didn't care about anything.

Clarissa Yao was angry at her attitude and was frightened in her heart. In desperation, she raised her hand and slapped her again.

Penelope Yan didn't hide, he just watched her hand fall down without batting an eyelid.

However, the slap failed to land smoothly on Penelope Yan's face in the end. Clarissa Yao looked at the side of her cheek that was rapidly reddening and swollen, her eyes flickered, and she slowly retracted her hand.

She pursed her lips, sighed in compromise, and said, "Penelope Yan, don't play with fire and burn yourself."

Playing with fire and burning yourself? Who says that playing with fire will only lead to self-immolation? Everyone was burned to ashes, and she couldn't burn a finger.

Wasn't it always like this before? Anyway... it's good as long as the purpose is achieved.

Her life didn't matter, let alone her body. It was just a useless skin to begin with, but to her, it was even more of a burden!

Fragmented phantoms appeared in his mind. Penelope Yan's patience was stretched to the extreme. He rubbed his chin and felt irritated: "Are you done with the beating? If not, I have to go upstairs."

"Penelope Yan!" Clarissa Yao jumped in anger at her lack of cooperation and disapproval. She wanted to stuff it into her stomach and rebuild it, but no matter how angry she was, she only got an indifferent turn on the back of her head.

Clarissa Yao gritted her teeth and said, "You will regret it!"

Human nature is interesting, just for fun. Why regret such an interesting thing? !

What's more, I enjoy it!

Yes, she enjoyed it, how could she not enjoy it? If she didn't enjoy it, why did she do these unnecessary things?

Penelope Yan pinched her palms angrily and glanced at her little follower when she went upstairs.

Tsk tsk tsk, this guy is watching a monkey show with me.

Compared with myself, this person is even more pitiful.

The depression was like mist, which dissipated a lot. Penelope Yan felt much more relaxed. He gave Eliza Yang a helpless look and motioned to follow.

Eliza Yang's eyelids drooped, covering up the searching look in his eyes. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and ran two steps behind her upstairs.

"Hiss---" Penelope Yan threw her schoolbag on the ground and raised her hand to touch her face. Before she could touch it, she gasped in pain again.

She bared her teeth and tilted her head in the mirror. She saw four blue and white fingerprints on a large red swelling, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

This woman was so cruel that half of her face is still numb, and even her mouth hurts.

Penelope Yan flexed his facial muscles, took off his coat, slumped on the sofa and didn't want to move at all.

Just as he took a pillow and nestled it in his arms, he glanced at Eliza Yang standing at the door. The depression in his chest seemed to have found an outlet all of a sudden, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Penelope Yan waved to Eliza Yang: "Come here."

You have to pay for a ticket to watch a play, not to mention that I am happy to see such a wonderful scene.

Eliza Yang came closer, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her gaze fell on half of Penelope Yan's swollen face.

She has been pampered since childhood and has not been exposed to the wind and sun. Penelope Yan's skin is very white and delicate, like fine suet jade. Paired with her smart big eyes and black curly hair, she is as beautiful as an exquisite doll in the window.

Clarissa Yao was really cruel, the redness and swelling were faintly red and bloodshot, and it looked very scary.

Half angel, half devil, it's not inconsistent, and it's actually a bit visually exciting.

Eliza Yang stared at her for a long time, then suddenly knelt down and took the initiative to stick out the tip of her tongue to lick it.

Penelope Yan stepped back and raised the corners of her eyes slightly: "Huh?"

"Disinfect."

"Tsk, you are so good, what should I do if I like you more and more?" Penelope Yan touched her big furry head and smiled mischievously, "Is it really a puppy that only knows how to disinfect with saliva?" Listen It seemed like she was complaining, but she inserted her fingers into Eliza Yang's hair and rubbed it encouragingly.

She closed her eyes gently, and made a broken and unsentenced tune from her mouth, which sounded like she was enjoying herself.

"You are my favorite among these 'people'. If you are so obedient, what should I do if I can't live without you?"

...

On the early morning of the weekend, Archer Yan and Clarissa Yao were not at home. The servants had finished their duties and left the villa, leaving only Penelope Yan and Eliza Yang.

Eliza Yang stood at the door of Penelope Yan's room, raising her hand to knock on the door.

Last night, she was told to wake someone up this morning. She did do so on time, but no one in the room responded. Seeing that it was five minutes overdue, she might be punished again if she was late.

Although those little games were not punishment for her, her body couldn't bear it if she did them too much.

It's not that she can't bear it, it's that she's worried about how Penelope Yan will grow up at such a young age with kidney failure.

Eliza Yang thought for a moment and decided to just open the door and go in. At this moment, a muffled low moan came from the room. She paused and frowned slightly.

"Come in."

The morning light shining through the heavy curtains became faint, but it was enough to see the entire scene in the room.

Her long black hair was scattered on the bed, and her fair skin was faintly glowing. The girl was holding a banana-shaped pillow, her hands and feet tightly entwined, as if in a desolate wasteland, a huge snake twisted and coiled around the ruins. superior.

The banana pressed against the nightgown and sank just a little bit.

Eliza Yang walked to the bed and saw that Penelope Yan had her eyes closed, her cheeks were flushed due to her deep sleep, and her whole body was limp and weak in the quilt, but her limbs were trying hard to embed the pillow into her body. Similar.

Penelope Yan's back is slightly curved, her waist is collapsed, her lines are smooth, and she has an attractive posture.

She opened her eyelids, her dark pupils were gleaming with water, and the tone of her throat was also filled with faint sounds of sobs.

The delicate-looking girl showed such deep feelings of desire. Even Liu Xiahui couldn't help but feel calm. With just a glance, Eliza Yang's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, slowly tightening.

When Penelope Yan saw her coming in, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva: "I don't feel well."

Eliza Yang lowered her head, hiding the overwhelming emotions in her eyes: "Then what can I do for you?"

Penelope Yan's low and hoarse voice was filled with a little smile: "Can you do anything for me?"

Eliza Yang's eyelashes trembled and she hummed slightly.

so fun.

Penelope Yan smiled, her laughter lively and hearty.

She opened her eyelids, glanced sideways at Eliza Yang, and said, "I can't tell you exactly where I feel uncomfortable. Please help me press it."

Eliza Yang was half-kneeling on the bed, touching Penelope Yan's curled-up feet with her fingers, leaving only her toes exposed.

This was not the first time she had touched it, but she still felt surprised.

How could someone's feet be so delicate and smooth, like freshly made tofu, white and soft, tender and slippery, I'm afraid they will be crushed if I exert too much force.

The fingertips were stroked along the toes to the instep, dancing back and forth over the protruding blue blood vessels. The thumbs gently pressed the soles of Penelope Yan's feet, and the tiger's mouth just circled the slender ankles.

Eliza Yang stared straight at these beautiful feet, as if they were under a spell. She unconsciously licked the corners of her lips and slowly leaned forward.

"What do you want to do?" Penelope Yan asked lazily.

She relaxed her hold on the pillow and turned over, from lying on her side to lying on her back. One leg was stretched straight, while the other was slightly bent, and her toes lightly brushed against Yang. Fennel's knees.

The nightgown that originally only reached the thighs was pushed up due to the action just now, but the banana pillow remained dedicated.

Eliza Yang moved her legs uncomfortably, and stopped moving her hands unconsciously.