Chapter 56: Superficial Love
[Warning: This chapter is just a sample. Please read it at your own discretion.]
"Zhai Yang was really ruthless." Assistant Zhang took some iodine and applied it on Fan Ci'en's face.
"It's really unbearable that he can show mercy like this." Fan Ci'en looked at his phone, "Have they deleted everything on the internet?"
"Yes, public opinion has gradually gone astray."
"Why did you go off track?"
"The incident has shifted from the Zhai Yang beating incident to the attack on the group Alpha. Sister Fan, you are also an Alpha now. The damage to the reputation of Alpha is not good for you."
Fan Ci'en interrupted him, "I thought it was something else. Don't apply it anymore. It's been two days. A small wound will heal in two days. After a while, there won't even be a scar."
Fan Ci'en took the iodine from his hand and threw it into the trash can, not caring about the reputation of his group. The desktop icon settings on his mobile phone were more attractive than this.
Assistant Zhang looked at her movements and muttered, "I don't understand why you want to provoke him, because of his wife? What do you like about her? You've only met her twice. Are you attracted to her because of her beauty? Are you still obsessed with not getting her?"
"Can't it be love?"
Assistant Zhang smiled and ignored the word "love" in her words and asked, "You like her? What do you like about her?"
Fan Ci'en didn't like to hear this. Her love was being belittled everywhere.
Fan Ci'en lost his cell phone and was chewing an apple out of boredom, his legs shaking restlessly.
"Click, click."
Each bite she took was huge. She chewed it hastily a few times, then bit off another large piece of flesh, filling her mouth and chewing it with difficulty.
He spoke unclearly, "Get out."
Assistant Zhang didn't ask a single question and went out, closing the door.
Fan Ci'en tore off the suppression sticker, squinted his eyes and began to recall.
Recalling that red corridor, the woman’s face and long hair were shrouded in an ambiguous atmosphere under the red light.
Her hair was scattered on the bed, the buttons on her chest were undone, revealing a large area of cold white skin. The struggle in her actions and words caused the human body's adrenaline to surge, followed by a hot slap in the face.
The air was dead.
No one dared to slap her in the face. Fan Ci'en was so angry that he wanted to kill her on the spot. But she started crying after he slapped her. Her body was dry and she took the initiative to kiss him. Fan Ci'en softened his heart again.
It was the first time she approached a woman based on desire, and it turned out to be such a strange feeling different from that of her same-sex friends. Her body was soft everywhere, and her voice was also soft.
Different from men.
It makes people reluctant to destroy her body.
The apple in Fan Ci'en's hand was dark in color, with large patches of dark red skin and pink with a green tint at the top and bottom. When bitten, the exposed wound was white and tender, and the sweet and sour juice licked onto the tongue.
Fan Ci'en began to ask herself: What does she like about her?
To put it simply, it's love at first sight, but to put it crudely, it's lust at first sight, which is too superficial and lacks substance.
Friends said her love was like the blooming period of foreign men, like the golf course ball that was hit without a trace, like the short-lived flower, like her beloved car that was stuck in a traffic jam on the winding mountain road three days after she got it, causing damage to the car and injuries to people. She lost all her pocket money, her credit card was suspended, her car was gone, and she hadn't gotten out of bed for half a year.
Fan Ci'en scolded them for talking bullshit.
Isn't liking a person the same as liking the whole? What attracted her was her appearance, her voice, these are her components, that is her, is there any way to separate them?
Doesn't it mean that I love her just because I have desires for her and it has violated moral standards?
"At least I like it halfway."
Fan Ci'en threw the apple away, hummed dully, lit a bunch of fireworks in his head, and his fingertips were stained with wet liquid, "They know nothing."
Assistant Zhang poked his head in, the air was filled with the scent of mint. He frowned in pain, and seeing her look, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you need to ask Qi Yan to come over?"
"Come."
Fan Ci'en's cheek was pressed against his hair, and he glanced at the male assistant without any emotion, like a snake, and his words were filled with uncontrollable violence, "He'd better come here quickly."
Assistant Zhang saw Fan Ci'en get up and take out a data cable from under the coffee table. He quickly closed the door and started calling [Little Golden Man].
"Ms. Fan asked you to come over, hurry up."
After Xiao Jinnan arrived, Assistant Zhang thought for a moment and said, "Qi Yan, Ms. Fan is a little excited, you should be careful." Don't get beaten to death, this is not a life-threatening way to do it for money.
The young golden man lowered his head in embarrassment, the watch on his hand that was worth a house sparkling, and the platinum tongue stud on the tip of his tongue gleamed when he spoke.
"Thank you, brother. My name is Qi Le."
"Okay, okay, let's go in quickly."
After he went in, Assistant Zhang listened with fear and trepidation to the heart-wrenching wails, pleas for mercy, and the distorted and trembling sobs coming from inside.
Worried that Fan Ci'en might go crazy and kill someone, he covered his nose and opened the door carefully.
A pair of hands were tied behind the back, the fingertips were trembling, the skin under the rope was broken and bleeding due to the unbearable struggle, and the back was covered with criss-crossing red and purple whip marks.
Qi Yan's hair was grabbed fiercely by a pair of white hands and he fell to the ground. There was a long crack on his face and his skin and flesh were exploded.
Assistant Zhang felt sorry that such a beautiful face was disfigured.
Fan Ci'en impatiently put her skirt away, her anger was still lingering in her heart, and she rolled up the data cable in her hand, "Have you seen enough? Go make an appointment with Doctor Liu."
Assistant Zhang glanced at her hand that was curled up and loosening its strength while holding the data cable, and quickly closed the door.
Fan Ci'en felt dizzy. Her fantasies and sexual addiction had indulged her to the point that she wanted to destroy everything.
The doctor said: Think about whether you can let it go, let go of your desire to be sadistic.
can.
She raised her hand and slapped the man kneeling on the ground again. She could control herself, but why should she control herself?
She threw away the blood-stained data cable and replaced it with a whip that Qi Le had brought, until he lay on the ground unable to howl, like a headless fish on a chopping board, his tail flapping mechanically in response to external stimuli.
Like a dead body.
Fan Ci'en looked at him, suddenly threw the whip to the ground, and asked uninterestedly: "Still alive?"
The man on the ground moved his fingers twice after a while. His eyes were wet with tears and sweat and he couldn't see clearly. Every breath he took caused pain in his body. He said weakly, "Ms. Fan."
"If you're still alive, take the money and go. Don't come here anymore."
Qi Le heard the sound of lighting a cigarette.
He tried hard to open his eyes. In the dimly lit room, Ms. Fan, who provided him with financial shortcuts, lay back on the sofa with her legs crossed on the armrests. The hem of her skirt rose to her chest without any hesitation.
The face of the player was shrouded in thick white smoke, and his lips were slightly twitched.
Compared to his previous indulgent drunkenness, there was a sobriety on his face that Qi Le had never seen before.
"Let's go." Fan Ci'en said again.
Assistant Zhang put his ear to the door. There had been no movement inside for a while. He broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly pushed the door open. "Doctor Liu said she's seeing patients at Hezhong today. Do you want to go over now, Sister Fan?"
The naked man on the ground had his chest still rising and falling. Good thing, he wasn't dead.
Clinic No. 6.
"What do you have more in your life this time compared to before?" Doctor Liu took off her glasses. Her eyesight was enough to see Fan Ci'en's expression clearly, but wearing glasses would make the patient wary.
The first time they met, Fan Ci'en broke her glasses because he couldn't see her eyes clearly.
Fan Ci'en changed into a decent grey suit, half-lying on the table, with his head tilted, "No."
"So what were you thinking about today?"
"Think of a woman."
"Does she excite you?" Doctor Liu asked gently, looking sincerely into her harmless and beautiful eyes when she was quiet, and her face which was considered the most beautiful in the eyes of the world.
Fan Ci'en was silent for a long time, then uttered one word, "Yes."
Assistant Zhang was waiting at the door, fidgeting like a devoted man whose wife was about to give birth.
Fan Ci'en walked out of the consultation room.
Assistant Zhang rushed into the consulting room. "How is it?"
Doctor Liu closed the medical record and said, "She seems to be out of control, but things are going in a good direction. She can control herself, but she just doesn't want to."
“Is this a good development?”
"To give a simple example, there is a difference between relying on sugar to maintain normal blood sugar levels and eating sugar in a controlled manner without feeling too hungry."
Doctor Liu concluded, "The former is physiological, and the latter is under her control. Ms. Fan has been controlling it very well. Just keep doing it. Don't worry too much, Zhang Ye."
Zhang Ye: "Thank you, Doctor Liu. What's her reason this time?" Zhai Yang's wife?
On the fourth floor of the outpatient clinic, Cui Jing, who was waiting in line for a gland check-up, sneezed.