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Falling for My Bully
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I hid in the bathroom, leisurely soaking in the bath. The warm water flowed over my collarbone, making my skin look soft and radiant. But I wasn't entirely enjoying it. I just didn't want to face Han Weiting so soon. Even though we had shared a bed countless times, every time I saw him, I couldn't help but recall those unpleasant memories.
I stared at the half-length mirror above the sink. The girl in the mirror had bare shoulders and messy hair. There were still traces of last night's kisses on my collarbone. It was somewhat irritating, yet oddly sweet at the same time. I slapped my cheeks lightly. Lin Nuannuan, no! You must not be swayed by the bully!
"Knock, knock, knock..." Han Weiting gently tapped on the bathroom door. His deep voice came through, " Lin Nuannuan, you have one minute. If you don't come out, I'm coming in."
I quickly turned off the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. Breakfast was already prepared. However, Han Weiting merely glanced at it before heading to the TV to watch the morning news. He skillfully reached for his tie and began to tie it.
I rested my chin on my hand, quietly watching him. He paused in his movements and asked, " Lin Nuannuan, do you like watching me tie my tie that much?"
"N-no..."
He picked up the milk on the table.
Before drinking it, he suddenly put it down again.
Then, he picked up the cup I had used and left a lip print on it.
Me: ...
Han Weiting chuckled softly, "Good morning kiss."
He stood up and ruffled my hair, "I'll take you to see wedding dresses tonight, so just wait for me to come back."
After Han Weiting left, I boredly nibbled on a sandwich while being drawn in by the morning news on TV.
But soon, my attention drifted again.
I stared at the glass on the table.
Han Weiting had drunk from it.
He drank again next to my lip print.
"Ahhh!"
I grabbed the glass and smashed it against the TV.
With a loud crash, the TV shook a few times, and the glass fell to the floor, shattering into several pieces.
The servant exclaimed, "Young Mistress, please calm down!"
But I sat there in a daze, staring at my reflection on the TV screen, silently crying.
Why him? Why did it have to be him?
Han Weiting was my high school demon.
As the principal's son, he was adored at school and always surrounded by a group of followers.
At that time, he was my deskmate.
He would throw textbooks out of the window and drag me over, forcing me to kneel down to pick them up;
he would tell the whole class not to play with me, saying I was his most hated person;
He would corner me in the bathroom, slapping me repeatedly while cursing, " Lin Nuannuan, why aren't you dead yet?"
Clearly, we had no grievances against each other.
Yet he treated me as if I were the enemy who killed his father.
I developed severe social anxiety and could no longer bear to go to school.
But Han Weiting still wouldn't let me go.
I changed schools; I transferred, but he followed me, stalking me.
He clung to me like a maggot in a sewer, tormenting me.
For three whole years, I was tortured to the point of losing my humanity.
It wasn't until my parents moved me away from our hometown that I finally escaped Han Weiting.
For seven years, we had no contact at all.
But just a month ago, he suddenly found me and said he wanted to marry me.
I couldn't understand it.
I could never fathom what Han Weiting was thinking, just as I could never grasp why he hated me back then.
I sat in the back seat of the car; even though we had shared a bed for three weeks, I was still trembling with nerves.
Despite the car being heated to full blast, I felt cold and shivered uncontrollably.
Han Weiting pulled me into his arms and softly asked, "Are you that scared?"
Yes.
I had been scared for seven years.
The shadows left by his bullying in high school still haunted me to this day.
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