On the Mortal Path of the Protagonist

This was the third day she suffered from insomnia, Gu Yuesheng leaned against the railing of the window sill with a cup of hot coffee, the cold autumn wind made her shrink back.

She has been having a strange dream.

I dreamed that my wife was standing in the room alone, or in my office in the hospital.She could even hear the noisy voices of the family members outside, as well as the soft explanations of the familiar little nurses, and the scraping sounds of various things with wheels.

Shame instantly permeated the whole body, and he wanted to cover it with his hands, only to find that his body was soft and weak with sweat.

A hand appeared in his field of vision, grabbing the hand he wanted to move.

"Don't Shengsheng like being here?"

She didn't have the strength to speak, and leaned back trying to find a support point, and stuck it on something that was too hot.Her body also seemed to be burning with fire, and she rubbed her legs uncomfortably, she hated this feeling.

Something wet stuck to his back, what was it, hot and soft, as if licking his back.She tried hard to distinguish, but only felt the hard and small grains on the thing, rubbing against the delicate skin, and the shameful sucking sound, these things stimulated her senses and made her lick.

"I like your voice."

She seemed to hear someone say this in her ear, but she couldn't tell the difference between male and female.The sensitive earlobe was covered, and the amplified swallowing sound penetrated into the ear without hindrance.

"Don't, don't do this." What reminded her that she shouldn't be like this, but her body was tilted back because of sensory stimulation.

"Don't want anything?" The man chuckled, and then buried his head in licking his neck. The pulse of the artery was so clear that she felt her lifeblood was being bitten.

"No." She couldn't say anything except these few words.

"Ah!" She guessed that the person wanted to bite her to death, and even if she didn't kill her, she would die from blood loss due to ruptured arteries. She had never had such a clear feeling, and she was afraid.

She wanted to reach out and touch, to get rid of the feeling of floating on the water, but there was nothing in her hands, only cold sweat.

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