Chapter 7 7

"Rachel, what do you want to do after getting out of prison? I want to go to Erhai lake. The beauty of Erhai lake is clear and clean. The water birds there are very cute, the fish and shrimps in Erhai lake are very delicious. The sky is bluer, the water is clearer, even the sunshine is warmer than this city."

"I will work hard to make money, make a lot of money so that I can run a small home stay there. I don't want to make money. I just want to face the Erhai lake every day, with ebb and flow. I don't want to make a lot of money, as long as I have enough food and clothing. I can watch backpackers come and go, come and go occasionally."

"Rachel, I seem to be dying. What can I do? I haven't had time to take a look at the beauty of Erhai lake."

It was the sound of natural sadness that Rachel could not forget in her life. She hugged the girl and kept using her body temperature to warm up the girl's body which was gradually cold.

When the girl was dying, she stayed in her arms, looked at a small piece of sky outside the tiny bars of the prison with the desire in her clear eyes. She said, "Rachel, I have not been to Erhai lake. The beauty of Erhai lake is what I saw on TV, newspapers and magazines. I know that even if I get out of prison, I don't have the money to open a small home stay in Erhai lake. I just want to have this impossible dream when I am dying."

Up to now, Rachel still remembered the longing eyes of the girl in her arms before she died.

Memories were still so painful that the corners of Rachel's eyes were unknowingly wet. She stretched out her hand and wiped it secretly. As she was creeping on the ground, she touched her left hip quietly, where was empty, with one organ less than normal.

Because of it, she couldn't drink. She must live.

She owed an unpayable debt.

She was guilty and had not been redeemed yet!

No!

She couldn't die yet!

Rachel raised her head, looked at Eric, shook her head, and said, "Mr. Nelson, as long as you don't let me drink, anything is okay."

Anything...?

The man's falcon-like eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned upwards, "Anything is okay?"

He said with a hint of danger.

The eldest lady of the Morris family, had thrown all her self-confidence and arrogance away?

He wanted to see if the one in front of him was still Miss Morris, the one in his memory.

"Anything is okay except drinking."

"Okay!" There was a flash of coldness fleeting on the man's face. Then he clicked his fingers. With the sound, a figure slowly walked out from the dark corner, "Sir."

The man was dressed in a black suit, with a neat and clean buzz cut bowed his head respectfully at 45°. This person should be Eric's bodyguard.

Rachel looked at Eric in the dim light in confusion. On the man's perfect golden face, a bright smile like a flower bloomed, and his thin lips moved, "Kiss him."

Rachel followed his slender fingers and fixed her eyes on the silent bodyguard in black suit behind him...

Suddenly, her eyes widened!

"So? Can't you do it?" Eric's playful laugh came in her ear, "Either drink or start your performance here right now."

It seemed that a basin of ice water poured down from her head, Rachel could only feel extremely cold. Her ears buzzed.

She raised her head, looked at the man like the king on the sofa...what did he say?

Performance? Oh... Let her be like a lady in the brothel, performing ambiguous kiss scenes here?

She pursed her dry lips, it turned out that her first kiss was so cheap.

Even if only fear and dread remained for his feelings. Even if she had cleaned up her feelings for him long ago and buried them in her heart. There was still a bit of hard and irresistible pain came out of her heart.

She looked at Eric slowly. There were neither coldness nor hatred nor love, only the rich despair that could not be overcome in her eyes!

Eric admired the despair in her eyes happily. This woman...should refuse his absurd request?

Between drinking and performing kissing scenes with strange a man in public, any woman would choose the former, right?

Besides, she was Miss Morris before, the one who was arrogant and proud.

"Can you change another one?" After all, this was her first kiss. It could be cheap in his eyes, but it was still important to her.

She didn't want to lose her first kiss in this way.

She already lost everything.

The man raised his wine glass and said, "You are not qualified to bargain with me."

A cheerful smile evoked at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to see how humble and mean Miss Morris could be!

"Okay, I see." Rachel stood up blankly. Her legs were not very good. After kneeling for a long time, there was pain on her leg bones, and she almost fell down again.

She raised her hand and hammered her tight a few times to relieve the meridian. Then she limped to the bodyguard.

Because of her hammering her legs, the men in the room only thought she had been kneeling for a long time and her legs were numb. But Leslie knew that the limping woman was suffering from an unbearable pain.

Leslie regretted it because she implicated Rachel.

"Rachel..." Leslie couldn't help but speak. However, she was sternly warned by the cynical Grayson on the side, and she closed her mouth in fright. Her eyes were full of regret. However, she couldn't do anything but to look at the poor woman who was limping.

Rachel looked dumbfounded, walked up to the bodyguard and took a deep breath. After a long while, she pretending to be calm, raised her arm and grabbed the shoulder of the black bodyguard.

She seemed calm, but the black-clothed bodyguard who was closest to her, grasped by her shoulders with both hands, clearly noticed the trembling of Miss Morris in front of him.

Miss Morris, he also knew her. But he still couldn't believe that the embarrassed and humble woman in front of him was the arrogant and energetic Miss Morris.

Standing on tiptoes, Rachel s pale lips, tremblingly leaned against the lips of the black bodyguard...

Losing the first kiss wouldn't hurt her, and the possibility that she would not die after drinking that bottle of wine was almost zero.

She wanted to live, first kiss, what was it?

Eric looked complicated. She chose the latter one in the end.

The man on the sofa squinted his eyes. As his thin lips just opened, a sudden voice at the door sounded, "Hey, it's you? Why haven't you left?"

As soon as this sound rang, all the people in the room followed the sound and looked over. There was a tall man coming in the room.

Rachel shook and turned to look at the door, "It's you..."

Grayson looked at the tall man at the door, and then at Rachel. He smiled, "Oh, Calvin, you know her. That's weird. A cleaner is worth knowing you?"

Grayson touched his chin, showing that he was having fun watching it.

Eric's gaze also fell on Calvin. A faint darkness was under her eyes.

Calvin didn't care that these people's eyes fell on him, he looked at Rachel weirdly... What did the woman want to do?

How did it look like she was about to kiss Eric's bodyguard?

Blinking indifferently, Calvin sketched a smile, "Oh, it's strange, just after I left, this room became lively."

Calvin put his hand in his suit trouser pocket, walked towards Rachel lazily, and asked as he walked, "What are you doing?"