16 year old graduation ceremony

This is unforgivable!She closed her eyes and roared angrily: "Stop letting it go! It's so nasty! Perverted!"

But those chaotic shouts and sighs still continued with the slight humming of the air conditioner, as if she was in a lewd hybrid party, she quickly covered her ears, but in the sound of her own pulse, she Still clearly heard a laughing voice saying to her:

"Hey! Isn't this great? Since the accident that paralyzed my lower body, this is how I can still maintain a sex life between Jun and I. At first he refused, but I begged him, relying on these memories I Not only can he share with him the happiness he has obtained elsewhere, but it can also be easier to recall those passionate moments we used to have, or imagine what we will have... You see, such a difficult thing, how much moral and life danger is to be borne, he Or did it for me, where do you go to find a husband who loves you so much? He thinks this is the only way to make up for me, ah, of course, that girl who is still in prison would never think that she didn't realize it The dream of other women who are in the same situation as her can be fulfilled so easily, and it is all thanks to her..."

"Have you ever thought of others for your own sake? How many people will you hurt by doing this?" Xian Ling suddenly realized that the words she blurted out seemed familiar... She remembered, didn't she and Zhao Xiuyin have sex three years ago? Similar conversation?But this time, she went too far!

"That's why I said it's incomprehensible to others," the voice was still saying cheerfully. "Would it hurt anyone? You saw the look on their faces too, yes, you should be grateful to me , so generously offering my husband to satisfy your desires, but you don’t seem to enjoy it very much... But to be honest, as far as pregnant women are concerned, your breasts are still beautiful..."

"Stop talking!"

"What are you afraid of? What we see is just an illusion. If it is not so pleasant to you, you can choose to go to bed or not to go to bed, and now you can choose to forget it. It's as if it never really existed. Do you really think our outer lives are more real than our inner fantasies? The world is not what most people always think it is. I watched my husband and other women □ □, but I can say that he has no other thoughts while enjoying the pleasure of the body. It is his physical need, but it may not be necessary for his emotional life Of course, you can also say that this is a fantasy I choose to believe in..."

Xianling shouted vigorously: "That's right! All this is your own fantasy! A damn ghost's game, Zhao Xiuyin, you are already dead! Don't you know it yourself?"

The lights in the room suddenly brightened, and those naked figures disappeared into the light silently like frightened wandering spirits.Xian Ling found himself standing in a spacious and luxurious living room, searching around, but there was no sign of Zhao Xiuyin, but only a thin, ordinary-looking woman in a lavender shirt sitting on a bright red imperial concubine couch, her lap was still That apple-green blanket, the woman's big sunken eyes, stared at Xianling with a hospitable smile, as if this was the first time she saw her:

"Mrs. Wu? Sorry, I came back half an hour ago. The guard just made a mistake and kept you waiting for a long time. Please sit down. Do you want coffee or black tea?"

How is this going?Were those images just now real or her hallucinations?Xian Ling felt dizzy before his eyes, and staggered towards the door, completely forgetting the suspicious gaze of the hostess behind him, and even completely forgot the purpose of coming here in the first place.She thought she was daydreaming.

Late that night, the amniotic fluid broke, and when her husband sent her to the hospital, she was already incoherent from the labor pains.She yelled at Li Shijun who delivered her, "Don't! Don't!" No one knew whether she was in too much pain to give birth or whether she didn't want to have a caesarean section.When she regained her weak consciousness again, she only felt as if she had died and came back to life.She heard her husband thanking Li Shijun through the wooden wall. She wanted to call him a fool loudly, but she couldn't force her throat.When I opened my eyes again, I saw Li Shijun standing beside her bed, looking down at her with a greasy smile on his face: "Congratulations! You are a beautiful daughter. Have a good rest, eat more nutritious food, and be careful not to let the wound Infection is enough..." It was the doctor's kind tone that treated everyone equally.What happened in the hotel that afternoon disappeared like a burst soap bubble.Or didn't exist at all?

Going back to her natal home for confinement, she had to get up two or three times at night to feed while dozing off.Patting the soft and boneless little body in my arms, there are still lotus and frogs singing in the late autumn night in the countryside, but it is not as unrestrained and lively as midsummer, and it seems extraordinarily lonely.There was a long whistle of the train in the distance, and she hugged her daughter vaguely and hummed a ditty: The train is flying fast, the cave is long and long, baby, don’t be afraid of the dark, baby, sleep quickly, the sun is coming...The train shuttles through a series of caves, like short days and nights in succession; even if it is a night train, it will still be endlessly dark when it leaves the cave.

The rising moonlight passed through the tops of the mango trees outside the window, weaving a silvery white net on the tiled floor. An insect that got in through the crack in the screen window chirped and crawled on the net, with a green light shining on its back. Light, only picking up the bright path, groping cautiously, calling for companions timidly, not daring to go into the darkness beyond the net.Xian Ling was annoyed by its chirping, stooped to pick up the slipper on the ground, and slapped it to death.

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