Breaking the cocoon gl+ Fanwai

However, it is about fate, God does not allow me to leave like this.When I was held down by a pair of strong arms, I felt the anger of Li Li.Why, why do you want to prevent me from being free, do you still want to forcibly leave me to suffer in this world? Why don't you think about it for me, why don't you let me die.

I wrestled with that man like crazy, exhausting all my strength.That person seemed unwilling to hurt me, and kept letting me, but I still couldn't hit her, and finally I could only sit on the ground exhausted.Then I felt warmth in my shoulders, and the man pulled her coat over me.

I finally decided to pay attention to who prevented me from being freed, and then I saw a handsome woman, tall and thin, with long black hair tied into a ponytail, because the entanglement and scuffle just now were a bit messy.A familiar face loomed under the neon lights in the distance. She sat in front of me panting heavily, staring at me without saying a word.But in my mind, I seem to have seen this person somewhere.

I can't recall her name, but I'm sure I should have known her before.But so what, she stands in the way of my release and I hate her.Thinking of this, she suddenly approached me, I flinched subconsciously, and felt her stiffness for a moment.She didn't do anything to me, just took out the cigarette case and lighter from her overcoat that was on me.

She began to stand in front of me smoking a cigarette, her movements were very chic, with the cigarette between her fingers, she walked in front of me with her slender legs.I feel angry, I hate the smell of smoke.But she asked me if I wanted to smoke. In a moment of anger, I took her cigarette and took a sharp puff, but I was choked and coughed, and finally she took the cigarette back.

She asked me: Lin Yi, do you remember me?

Because of this sentence, I finally remembered who she was, the elementary school girl who followed me ten years ago, the girl who had a crush on me, she was Gu Fan.

Heh, another gay, what an irony.

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She said she was going to take me home, I didn't resist, I had nowhere to go anyway, it didn't matter where I went.I hold a serious research mentality, want to see how these homosexuals live their lives, how can they be so psychopathic.I have nothing to lose anyway, so let me see what she will do to me.

When I arrived at her house, she really had a perverted feeling for me. She wanted to take off my clothes. I was afraid that she had desire/desire for me, and I could feel it.So I kissed her on purpose, watched her reaction, and spoke viciously to her to get a kind of psychological pleasure of revenge.But when I saw her hurt expression, I seemed to be choked by something, and the pleasure I was looking forward to did not come as expected.

She left, leaving me alone in the bathroom.I started to take a shower and wanted to wash off the dust all over my body. I felt so dirty, especially when I kissed her just now, which made me get goosebumps. I rubbed my lips hard, as if I wanted to wipe it off. That feeling of softness and freshness, but that feeling became more and more magnified and clear in my mind.

I spent a long time cleaning myself, and I didn't come out of the bathroom until the fog in the bathroom was drowning me.She heard the noise, came over and led me to the bedroom, I followed her, her torn shirt hadn't been changed yet, she was covered in dust, I felt a little blocked in my heart, I lowered my eyes, not Wish to see her again.She put me on the bed, left silently, and left me in the bedroom.I started to replay everything today in my mind, but I couldn't forget her hurt expression in the bathroom, and the emotion in those dark eyes made me fall into insomnia again.

I don't know how long I lay on the bed, my body was a little stiff, I planned to get up and take a walk.I opened the bedroom door and walked outside to the living room, but saw a figure sitting on the balcony outside the living room. I was shocked, and I realized it was her after a while. She was sitting on the balcony wrapped in a blanket, holding her fingertips. Smoking a cigarette, in the dark, the red light of the cigarette butt flickered, she was as quiet as a painting, and this painting seemed to use too strong colors, which seemed to condense many heavy emotions.I was attracted by this painting, and stood in the dark of the living room, watching her back silently.

She was smoking one cigarette after another. What made her stay up in the middle of the night, sitting on the balcony, enduring the cold winter wind and smoking, what made her so thoughtful, full of melancholy, hard to get rid of? I don’t have to move The brain can think of it.The feeling of being blocked in my heart became more and more serious. I wanted to turn around and leave, but my feet stood still, unable to move.I don't know how long I stood there, until the sky turned white, and she picked up the phone and started calling, then I went back to the bedroom with a stiff body.

Not long after, I heard movement outside, the sound of boiling water, the sound of washing, the sound of going out, the sound of coming home, the sound of dishes and chopsticks, and finally the sound of her knocking on my door.My mind was a little confused that morning, I just remembered that I would do whatever she asked me to do, and she arranged everything so well that I didn't even have to expend an iota of effort.It's been a long, long time, and I haven't felt such a feeling of being cared for by others. I don't know how to describe my inner feelings. Maybe it's more like a dry heart that has absorbed a few drops of warm water.Subconsciously, I began to crave more, but I stopped the thought and covered it up with the ensuing revulsion.