Zhao Shaobai went to the dining room to get a glass of warm water and then returned to the bedroom.

Zhou Yin's expression froze on her face. She stared in the direction of the bedroom, her mind spinning rapidly.

After a while, Zhou Yin walked to the bedroom without wearing slippers. He wrapped his arms like snakes around Zhao Shaobai's neck and said timidly, "I've been very good and obedient recently."

Zhao Shaobai shared his notebook and said, "You are very obedient. You were so obedient that you went to the police station."

Zhou Yin buried his head and rubbed his neck like a baby, "That incident was an accident."

Zhao Shaobai patted her hand and motioned for her to let go.

Zhou Yin kissed his neck, then reluctantly let go and sat next to him.

Zhao Shaobai looked at the frizzy hair beside her ears and fiddled with it, "Don't you have eight hundred thousand?"

"I have it, but I can't take it out." Zhou Yin said charmingly, "My mother and Zhou Zhe are like a bottomless pit. For greedy people like them, their ambitions and desires will never be satisfied. I can't harm myself."

Seeing her righteous words, Zhao Shaobai thought, "You can't harm yourself, but you can sell yourself."

Zhou Yin shrank his neck and muttered, "It didn't work out."

He quickly raised his head again, with a good reason, "I think it's worth it, at least I can calm down a little while away from my mother."

Zhao Shaobai smiled but said nothing.

Zhou Yin didn't want to continue this topic and half-snuggling into his arms, his eyes seemed to be soaked in water, clear and penetrating, "Have you forgiven me for coming to see me today?"

Zhao Shaobai did not push Zhou Yin away, but instead pulled down the neckline of her skirt, and ran his fingertips back and forth on her shoulder blades, "If I don't forgive you, your injury will never heal."

Zhou Yin blinked his big watery eyes.

Zhao Shaobai lowered his head, gently kissed Zhou Yin's earlobe, and then bit hard, "Don't you understand?"

Zhou Yin frowned, and before he could say anything, his exclamation immediately turned into a small exhortation, soft and gentle. Zhao Shaobai seemed to like hearing it and deliberately let her shout out.

Zhou Yin clutched her skirt and pieced together a sentence she didn't understand.

Zhao Shaobai whispered in her ear, "It doesn't matter. If you don't understand, I'll help you understand."

He let go of Zhou Yin, took his phone and flipped through a few photos with great interest, even placing it on Zhou Yin's shoulder blade for comparison, "Your injury seems to be a little more serious than the past few days."

"You are recuperating in Zhao's house, why don't you get better?"

The photos are neatly arranged in order and marked with dates.

Zhou Yin asked, "Where did you get the photo?"

Suddenly she realized that it was the maid who helped her apply medicine every day and secretly filmed her while she wasn't paying attention. Sure enough, Zhao Zhai had his people everywhere.

Zhou Yin didn't even think about it and started talking nonsense, "The bruises from being beaten will slowly show up."

Zhao Shaobai chuckled, "I don't know about this."

He touched Zhou Yin's shoulder blade slightly to the left, "This injury didn't seem to exist before, why did it suddenly appear?"

Zhou Yin was slightly startled.

There is a very close distance from the previous injury, so the two are mixed together and usually not noticed.

But Zhao Shaobai noticed it at a glance, which showed that he knew everything from the time she was injured to now.

Zhou Yin was at a loss for words.

Zhao Shaobai admired the change in her expression, "Zhou Yin, you know, I like to expose your lies the most."

Zhou Yin lowered his head in annoyance.

Zhao Shaobai was not angry, but instead gently stroked her shoulder blades. The white skin matched with the pink skirt, which looked particularly attractive, "But if you hurt yourself like this, I will feel bad, or are you deliberately making me feel bad?"

Zhou Yin remained silent.

But Zhao Shaobai was not going to let her go and used various means to force her to answer.

Zhou Yinxun was about to cry, biting his lip and called Zhao Shaobei.

"I'm afraid you really don't want me anymore."

"So you hurt yourself to make me appear." Zhao Shaobai smiled half-heartedly, "Zhou Yin, your patience is not enough after all."

Zhou Yin's brows were full of doubts.

Zhao Shaobai didn't want to say any more, and patted Zhou Yin's hair as a comfort, "Okay, I won't mention this matter again."

Zhou Yin had a tear hanging from the end of his eyes, "Have you forgiven me?"

"Zhou Yin."
Chapter completed!