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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8. Demon Brother, Gong Heng 8

She bit her lip, which turned pale and trembled.

Gong Heng tenderly wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye with a handkerchief, gently patted her back, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel arc, "We are destined to be entangled, and I will not let you go."

Two years.

How he had survived those two years, Mu Mian would never know.

Mu Mian's eyes were red and swollen, her voice choked, "What exactly happened to Uncle Gong, won't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

"How can you not know."

"Still in resuscitation, I really do not know the situation."

"I want to go to the hospital."

"It's not necessary."

"..."

Mu Mian pursed her lips, which turned white, and stared blankly at him, the face she had seen from fifteen to twenty-five years old was becoming more and more unfamiliar and more frightening to her. Although it was as beautiful as an angel's, in her heart, it had become the Demon.

Her little hand clenched into a fist, sweaty with nervousness.

After two years, everything was very different when Gong Heng returned; Gong Mian had been able to control him two years ago, but now it was clear that he was the one controlling Gong Mian.

Gong Heng's slightly rough hand tenderly caressed her face, the thin calluses like thorns that pricked at her heart.

He squinted, ogling her small face.

The exquisitely shaped melon seed face, large round eyes, seductive and charming little red lips, a fine nose bridge, delicate willow leaf eyebrows, and a transparent snowy white skin tone, her shoulder-length hair evenly spread across her chest, perfectly straight.

Her height was not tall, but not short either, just one meter sixty, with perfect upper and lower body proportions, just turned eighteen years old, her skin was so tender it seemed like water could drip from it.

She had been pampered from a young age, well protected, and she didn't have the airs and temper of a spoiled young lady, nor the unruly debauchery that a profligate should have; she was very well-behaved, as innocent as the pure white clouds in the sky, not fitting in with this world, with his circle.

She came to his family at the age of eight, like a little princess, blooming quietly, blossoming sweetly. Perhaps it was because of her pure and beautiful essence was so intense that even Gong Mian couldn't bear to see her changed. She was spared from attending all the major upper-class social events.

Everyone knew that the Gong Family had adopted a little princess, yet very few knew the true face of the little princess.

When she was in primary school, he was in high school. The family driver would always pick her up from school first and then him; that was the time when a chubby little body would fly into his arms, and then his schoolmates would tease him, saying that his family was raising a pure little fat pig.

At this thought, he suddenly laughed; she really was very chubby in her childhood. She wore a pink dress, with little fat legs, chubby cheeks—wasn't she just a little fat pig?

Pudgy red lips, luscious shine, they looked so tempting that one would want to bite them.

So naturally, he was moved to action…

But when his lips landed on hers, she slightly turned her face away, and his kiss fell on her tender cheek.

"Heh…"

He laughed softly, his breath hitting her face, and she turned pale like a child who had done something wrong, hanging her head low.

"Don't you like me kissing you?"

His voice, carrying seduction and hypnosis, sounded at her ear.

Her voice trembled softly as she stated a fact, "Brother, we are siblings."

"Siblings..." he said with a light laugh, drawing out a long tail, "After I force myself on you, will you still think of me as your brother? Without any qualms?"