bad-hearted lover

"These mobile phones are all over the street. Are they and I lovers?" I was a little annoyed.

The person who yelled at me was not annoyed, he smiled kindly and took the phone back into his hand.

"He's pretty handsome, he looks better in real life than on TV." Xiao Yue evaluated Chen Xiang with her chin poised.

When Chen Xiang heard his words, he smiled at him politely, generously and unrestrainedly.

I was a little unhappy, as if the better he was praised, the more I lost, and said in a nonchalant tone:

"Except for his special eyes, he can't compare to you."

"That's true, haha." Xiao Yue immediately said shamelessly.

The young man who was smiling generously just now stiffened obviously, and then lowered his eyes and looked at himself with little confidence, quite unconfident.

But because of this lack of self-confidence, I think he is much cuter than usual, and I am terribly shaken.

Han Ling took Han Xiaobai and Han Wei back to my parents. The old man loves children, and he would send them there every weekend. Since I still had work to do, I stayed in the apartment alone and stayed up all night.

It was the end of the school term, and our workload increased sharply. I went back and forth between the study and the kitchen. of.

It just so happened that Chen Xiang came with another phone call, my eyes were turned off, and I wanted to refuse to answer it, but instead of answering it.

I just complained about my hunger on the phone casually, and the other side hurriedly said "you wait for me", and then quickly hung up the phone.

Just when I was confused, the doorbell rang. Seeing the fresh and handsome boy at the door and the fragrant supper in his hand, my confused mind became clear in an instant, and I couldn't believe it. look at him.

I was so hungry that my stomach hurt, but I lost the interest in eating supper. It was like a needle was stuck in my brain, and it hurt.

In terms of conditions alone, Chen Xiang is indeed impeccable. He has an outstanding appearance and good temper. He is as considerate and loyal as a domestic pet. When he treats you well, he does his best with all his heart. No one will doubt his intentions at all.

But he is responsible for making you fall in love, but he will not help you. His relationship has a time limit, and there are too many unstable factors. Maybe he can't even figure out what he wants.

I really don't want to feel sad because of him anymore, even if I'm single and lonely.

Because you can get used to loneliness, but you can't get used to heartache no matter how long it takes.

I still can't trust him, even though he is sincere now.

He is warm and considerate enough to me now, who can guarantee that he will not leave me in the next second, and he is so warm and considerate to others, and I am not the only man who looks like his father.

I am actually nothing special to him, maybe he thinks I am good to him now, so he also returns something to me, but this is no longer what I want.

I'd rather have short-term pain now than endure losing him again in the future.

I snatched the midnight snack from his hand and threw it outside on the road.

"Are you cheap? Did I ask you to give these?"

The originally excited person felt as if someone had poured cold water on his face. The smile on his face gradually froze and then disappeared.

"Get out!" I pointed to the door.

Maybe it was my words that irritated him, the man who had been pursing his lips suddenly pushed me, and then rushed forward aggressively.

I was a little annoyed and wanted to push him, but he wrapped around me tightly on all fours, like an octopus.

I have seen his rogue.

He understood my excitement very well, and he kept lighting fire on me to tease me, and I reacted desperately, my lower abdomen gradually became hot, and the hard place was already against him.

If so, I am still rational, reminding myself that I must not touch him again, unless I want to experience the feeling of death again.He lay on top of me and wanted to take off my clothes forcibly, but I quickly blocked him.

"If you don't fuck me, I'll fuck you." He threatened.

If I was still emotional just now, now I am only angry, and I have the urge to strip him naked and rape him.

"You asked for it." I said viciously, then kicked the door shut, pulled him up and dragged him towards the room.

"Slow... slow down, I haven't done it for a long time..."

The passage below him was too tight, and I didn't want to spend time opening it up, so I directly squeezed the stiff penis into it.Almost without stopping, he straightened his waist and twitched.

During the process of doing it, he kept frowning uncomfortably. He didn't find some feeling until I came in and out more freely. He raised his waist in cooperation with me, and wrapped his legs around my waist.

He held my forehead to kiss me, I turned my face away.

Our sex, love is actually boring, but it was very passionate before it started, although most of these passions were unilaterally on his part, when I actually took up the gun, I lost much interest. same task.

Not wanting to do it again, I hurriedly pulled the cock out of him in a disappointment.

I lay on the side with my eyes closed and kept my mouth shut.

Someone came up behind him. He rubbed his still warm lower body against my legs, and pressed his body against my back. He hugged me tightly with his arms, panting slightly, and said coquettishly:

"I haven't come out yet, help me..."

I turned my head coldly:

"Are you here for comfort?"

The flushed face froze slightly, with a little embarrassment, and then let me go.He sat on the bed for a while, then got up and slowly moved to the bathroom.

Hearing the depressing sound of sticky breathing and slapping in the bathroom, I sat up from the bed irritably, scratched my hair, and supported my head with my arms.

The panting sound disappeared, and the bathroom was extremely quiet for a moment. After waiting for a while, there was no response. Finally, I couldn't sit still, and hurriedly got out of bed and put on indoor slippers to find him.

I pushed open the bathroom door but was stunned. It turned out that he was sitting on the toilet in a daze, very lonely and a little distressing.

He lowered his head slightly, not noticing that I had pushed the door open, as if he was very tired, he leaned on the toilet and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I went back to the room and took out a blanket from the closet, went back to him lightly, and covered him.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the sleeves of his pajamas were grabbed by the person behind him.

I turned my head and sighed:

"Why are you doing this?"

The beautiful eyes glanced over the clear pain, already a little moist and crystal clear.

The hand that grabbed my sleeve tightened first, then slowly loosened in resignation.