Chapter 65: The Little Girl’s Defensiveness (Part 2)

Zhao Yuan sneered as he wasn’t scared of him.

They were all spoiled second generations and their backgrounds were about the same in kindergarten, no one bullied him.

He could only occasionally let out his anger on Yan’an.

The fatty kicked his chair and saw that he didn’t fight back, so he picked up the cup and splashed the water onto the boy’s face.

He giggled as he splashed, “Unlucky boy, little mute, nobody loves you, nobody loves you! How pitiful!”

The water wasn’t hot but it was extremely humiliating having it dumped on his head.

Ye Sang, who had settled in on her spot and fallen asleep on her desk looked up blankly from the loud noise.

Her curly eyelashes fluttered and her clear cat eyes were filled with confusion and blankless from just waking up.

Zhao Yuan saw that he still didn’t react. He glanced around and discovered that no teachers are around them.

The fatty’s evil side took over him as he picked up the ink sitting on the teacher’s table, dipping a writing brush in it, wanting to draw on the boy.

He stated as he walked in closer, “Your clothes are dirty enough. I’ll make them even darker; you should thank me.”

None of the children around him looked like they were going to stick up for him, and they even crowded around for the drama.

Su Ruirui clapped his hands on the side, “Go, teach him a lesson. Who said he could sit with Sangsang!”

Ye Niannian pouted too, “Exactly. How dare he touch my woman? He’s looking for death!”

“…”

The little thing looked down and blinked in confusion. Before she could figure out exactly what happened here, she saw Zhao Yuan walking towards them with a writing brush soaked with ink.

Zhao Yuan initially didn’t think of teasing Ye Sang, he had walked over purely because the little girl was sitting together with Yan’an.

“…” The little boy’s pitch-black eyes trembled slightly and stared at the brush in Zhao Yuan’s hands, wanting to fight back subconsciously.

As Zhao Yuan walked over, Yan’an fixed his dark eyes on him gloomily. The little boy tried to back off like crazy, fantasizing that he could avoid this never-ending humiliation.

However, a five-year-old boy who lacked nutrition was nowhere as strong as that fatty Zhao Yuan.

A bunch of people dragged the little boy back and pressed him tightly on his spot. At this moment, Ye Sang almost saw the horror and resistance carved deeply into his bone marrow.

And the darkness that almost swallowed him.

Zhao Yuan giggled and splashed the ink all over his clothes with a sense of achievement.

Under the little boy’s cold and venomous glare, his heart beat furiously for no reason.

“Tsk.” After a while, Zhao Yuan kicked Yan’an in frustration and embarrassment as he realized that he was scared of a mute.

“What are you looking at you mute? I’m not done yet. There’s not enough ink on your clothes, shall we draw something on your face too?”

He thought of it and immediately acted. He brought over the entire bottle and smiled evilly.

Shen Yan’an looked up and stared at him expressionlessly.

At this moment, he loathed everyone in the kindergarten.

…

Zhao Yuan dipped the writing brush in ink and waved it proudly in his hands, but he forgot to control his strength and swung it.

Most of the ink landed on the little boy’s pale face.

And a small part of the ink ended up splattering on little Ye Sang.

Zhao Yuan didn’t care and he even planned to keep writing and drawing on Yan’an’s face.

But this time, Ye Sang was unhappy.

The little thing was flabbergasted.

She looked down at the black ink on her little white dress and widened her eyes at the culprit.

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