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I regret giving Qiu Lianzheng this strong drink.

Originally, I wanted to muddle through, but in the end I was blinded by myself.

If he didn't have these drunkenness, he should be able to maintain a certain degree of sobriety and rationality, and he would not be so impulsive and difficult to deal with. In the end, after such a toss, he suppressed me and couldn't get up, so I found it very difficult to deal with.

I was annoyed: "What are you talking about? Don't you feel ashamed..."

Qiu Lianzheng said expressionlessly: "You don't feel ashamed when you seduce people, why should I be ashamed?"

I gritted my teeth, my face full of grievances as if I had been seriously slandered.

"It was a year ago that I seduced you, but I haven't done it recently!"

Unexpectedly, Chou Lianzheng was furious when he heard this, and his two sword eyebrows were raised horizontally, as if they were twisted into a rope of justice.

"Seduce for one day, seduce for life. You deceive people into thinking that you want to live and die, but you give up after just starting. That's called giving up halfway. It's even more hateful if it's true!"

……no?You are drunk and remember the love and hatred of the past, and now you are settling old scores with me, right?

I was shocked by his complex tone of half-resentment and half-love. I didn't know how to respond for a while, and I was still staring at him blankly, so he took advantage of my confusion and got closer.

The distance was almost negative, and when he couldn't get any closer, he opened his mouth.

This man's white teeth are sharp and sharp. If his teeth are bitten on a person's neck, there will be a row of plum blossom-like bloodstains, and severe bites will tear the skin and blood vessels!

Where are you going to kiss me!

This is clearly to kill me!

I shrank my neck in fright and wanted to push him away, but he restrained my wrist.But when he really bit my neck, the speed and angle of his jaw opening and closing were full of wildness and wildness.

It hurts to bite.

It seems that I really hate it.

It was clearly because of the drunkenness that he remembered the resentment and sadness of that year!

But at the end of the neck biting project, he seemed to smell something familiar. When he looked up and saw me, his eyes became moist, and he instinctively withdrew his strength. He simply bites softly and gradually, until at first it is vigorous and resolute, as if biting a scar as big as the wrist before giving up, but in the end, there are only light pecks, shallow kisses, and deep kisses.

Like restraining something.

Ashamed.

It's like being contaminated with a lost and found treasure, and like kissing a rose that I broke off with my own hands.I want to open and close without any scruples, but I am afraid of being hurt again, so I can only be cautious.

Shame in hate, fear in love, if the most complex and variable emotions in the world are all gathered into one, how fast and how big will the emotions of this aggregate flow?

And I wanted to avoid him, to push him away.

I still have a wound on my chest, and he also has old wounds on his body, so I can't learn from Feng Bishu.

But when he was sad, I thought I heard some kind of extra soft voice.

It was the sound of being hit somewhere in my heart.

I simply stretched out my hand, hugged his head lightly, and used my fingers to smooth out his black hairs that were tangled into thousands of curls, and touched the back of his head and the From the back of my neck to my fingertips, I felt the soft, solid skeleton, and then I opened my mouth.

"Boom" sounded.

It's just to touch his forehead.

But this post is like throwing a big stone into a small pond. What a stone stirs up is more than a thousand layers of ripples and waves?Qiu Lianzheng, who was originally restrained in his movements and restrained in expression, raised his head at this moment and looked at me with some surprise.

"Little Tang?"

I sighed, and gently touched his forehead, trying to smooth the wrinkled brow that was higher than the sky.

"Only this time, I allow you to do this, but don't overdo it..."

"Duanju" master Qiu Lianzheng heard another key word, his face lit up like fifty lamps, and he looked at me deeply, and then his limbs lost all scruples, and he moved more and more. It's casual.

But my face was hot and ashamed, and I felt that there were some things that I should not look at carefully, so I looked at the floor of the room from the corner of my eye.

First a pair of socks were thrown on the floor - mine.

And there is an extra black leather belt—it seems to be mine too?

Then there were two more robes—I couldn't tell whose.

Anyway, these two robes are one black and one white, and they are placed on the ground in layers, like two black and white pools spreading willfully. The black and white waters blend with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish the boundaries. Stay soft.They don't move when the wind blows, and the ethereal candlelight hits the black and white robes, which makes them have a layer of arc-shaped rainbow light on their edges, and occasionally they can flash a silky and satin-like texture.

There are also two candles on the table, one high and one low. Originally, the drops of red oil were burning high, but when the evening wind came in through the window lattice, the tall candle always pulled the hot candle oil to the lower one. The low candle bears it silently, but occasionally there will be a crackling sound when the lamp explodes, as if the black candle wick twitches and convulses under the heat. Bending and twisting like a live shrimp.

It hurts, right?

It was burning hot and burning, and the mouth of the candle was winding like a human wound. How could it not hurt?

But with the superposition of pain, there are naturally enjoyments and highlights.

For example, the rise of heat makes the surface of the candle fall off layer by layer, but it also reveals its true colors. It no longer has to pretend to be itself, and it doesn’t have to be silent. It was originally born for the flame, and it was born to be surrounded by this deadly and gentle flame. Attracted by close contact.

It enjoys every moment of contact with the flame.

Even if the flame continues to burn like this, it will make it difficult to distinguish between warmth and death.

It is also willing to serve you wholeheartedly.

the next day.

The candle burned out.

When I got up, every muscle was sore, like being forced to spread my legs and hold the pole for ten hours on the gymnastics pole.

Moreover, Qiu Lianzheng seemed to be still asleep at this time.

He was sleeping peacefully at first, but when he touched southwind and saw that there was no one there, he opened his eyes instinctively, looked at me in a daze, stretched out his hand lightly, and wanted to pull me back.

I cursed a "bastard" in a low voice, but I didn't bother to bother him. I wanted to deal with the chest injury first, but when my feet hit the ground, I felt like I was stepping on cotton. It hurts, and I walk a few steps, only to feel as hot as a thousand light bulbs installed on my head, and feel like the world is spinning, this is not a good situation.

Touch your forehead.

I have a low-grade fever.

I cursed again, and with the last of my strength, I turned around and kicked Qiu Lianzhen off the bed.

Then my eyes went dark, and under the severe pain in my chest, I passed out directly.

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