On the bone

Something was surging in the air, and Cheng Xinhai's breath became heavier and his panting deepened. He cast his eyes out of the window, and after a while, he returned to Xia Pei's face.

Xia Pei looked at him, his eyes had never been so cold, and there was a layer of frost in his eyes.

His face was flushed, his body shook slightly after being drunk, Xia Pei raised his chin, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he enjoyed the slap in the face, and the provocative meaning in his eyes was quite clear—I will hit you What can you do.

Cheng Xinhai grabbed Xia Pei's arm again, and pulled him down: "You come down first, after I finish sweeping this, if you have anything to say, let's talk later..."

Slap, another slap in the face.

On the same side, Xinxin Hai's face was slanted, and one could see clear and red fingerprints overlapping Mu Mingyi's face at a glance.

Teeth biting, biting very hard, the lower lip and even the whole mandible were trembling slightly, the thick breathing of Cheng Xinhai caused the wings of the nose to flap, and the side face facing the camera made the two eyelashes tremble very much ...Turning his face back, he looked into Xia Pei's eyes, and the eye sockets gradually turned red: "I'm sorry..."

A few tears fell in the blink of an eye, Xia Pei wiped them off with the back of his hand, and only gave Cheng Xinhai a word, get lost.

With just this one word, Chengxin's Adam's apple rolled and rolled, and he kept swallowing, as if trying to press down on something desperately, but he still couldn't control the more moisture in his eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice: " Xia Pei, listen to me, I'm not...not like this...Can you listen to my explanation, Xia Pei?"

Cheng Xinhai didn't report his hope, but the other party couldn't wait to nod to him, his eyes seemed to be ignited by something, and there was some light.

How could it be possible that he never thought of making up a story to cover up his affair with Qin Ran in the alley, but he couldn't clean himself up by talking nonsense to death—if Xia Pei really saw it with his own eyes.

Cheng Xinhai really can't remember what it was like in the back of the alley that night. It was dark in his impression, only the passing lights of the road outside the alley made him uncomfortable... And the old things behind it, Cheng Xinhai He knew better than anyone that he couldn't speak.

After half a moment's delay, the gleam in his eyes disappeared, and Xia Pei returned to his previous indifference, even though half of his face was warm and golden from the scorching sun outside the window, looking very hot.

"Say, you say..." Xia Pei opened his mouth, his voice was very hoarse.

Cheng Xinhai lowered his head and turned to look out of the window, the red marks of his fingers drawn from his face were facing Xia Pei very clearly.

"Say it!" Xia Pei yelled, pounding his fist on Cheng Xinhai's chest: "Just say it wasn't you who was pressing on him... Your thing didn't go in and out under him..." As if disgusted, His facial features were twisted together, and he beat harder: "I was wrong to say that you didn't lie to me!...Say it, say you...did not recite me...nonsense, you are clean..." The words couldn't be connected in the midst of gasping and choking: "To me...it's all true...tell me, tell me..."

With each blow, Cheng Xinhai's shoulders would shake back, and one or two tears would fall onto his wrists and pants as his body swayed.

Other than that, there was no sound at all.

He hit Xia Pei one by one, until the back of Xia Pei's hand turned red, rubbed his cuff on his upper forearm, and then his movements became slower and slower, as if he was gathering all his energy to say the following, Xia Pei grinned, crying quite ugly: " Break up, I don't want you anymore."

For a while, Cheng Xinhai was stunned, and when he really understood this sentence, his flustered eyes kept shaking on Xia Pei's face: "No... Xia Pei, I really know I was wrong!... I won't do this again , He broke up with him, really you believe me... you believe me!" As if he had found the target, Cheng Xinhai grabbed Xia Pei's hand and slapped himself on the face; Hit, beat hard!... Hit until you feel happy, hit until you don't get angry, okay?"

Didn't break free, but was still grabbed by Cheng Xinhai, Xia Pei covered his face, tears flowed to Cheng Xinhai's fingers: "... I can't do it, Cheng Xinhai, it's disgusting to touch... your thing... I'm so sick...I'm so sick of you, being with you...I'm so uncomfortable..."

As if he was screaming for breath and about to vomit, Xia Pei covered his mouth, shook off the opponent's hand and came down from the window sill, his legs softened before he managed to stand still, put on his slippers and staggered open the door and walked out.

When Cheng Xinhai came back to his senses, Xia Pei was no longer in his sight.

He ran out in a hurry, and heard the sound of vomiting and flushing from the bathroom. Before he could walk over and Xia Pei came out, he went straight to the balcony and dragged out a suitcase from the high cabinet.

The suitcase was as big as half a person, and Xinxinhai followed him into the bedroom in surprise. After vomiting, the redness on Xia Pei's face faded a lot, revealing the true color of the skin, which was pale and gloomy.

Opening the closet, he went to get his clothes one by one.

Their clothes are mixed, some are put back to back, more coats and small coats are hung on a hanger, in Xia Pei's words, it is romantic and warm, and it saves space. Pei pretended to cover his heart, his smiling face was so sweet that honey could come out with just a bite...

Cheng Xinhai's eye sockets began to heat up again, and his head drooped deeply.

Something fell and landed lightly at his feet, picked it up like a rose petal.

Small and dryly wrinkled, the reason why it can be recognized at a glance is that it is because of the intention to think of the villa, and the dress that Xia Pei is holding in his hand also confirms his judgment, it is the one with a fake at the waist. A light white T-shirt with a zipper, two metal decorations, if you take it off too quickly, your hands will get scratched.

"This one of yours... is hand-wrapped." Cheng Xinhai couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. He was scratched heavily on the back of his hand the night he picked up Xia Pei's clothes for painting, and a white mark like a cat scratched his skin, as if a little bit Blood, Cheng Xinhai was impatient at the time, didn't have time to read it, and teased Xia Pei to wear armor and enter the bridal chamber on purpose, so as not to make her husband feel better...

Eye sockets became hotter and hotter, and Xinhai blinked heavily, took a deep breath, and sent the withered flowers to Xia Pei: "The flowers are still there..."

The dry petals shrunk to such a small point, and they were held steadily in the palm of the hand, looking fragile and fragile.

Xia Pei stared blankly, reached out to take it, and Cheng Xinhai suddenly withdrew his hand and put it behind him, shaking his head at Xia Pei, his eyes full of prayer: "Don't go..."

Twitching his nose, Xia Pei quickly folded the clothes in his hand a few times and spread them flat in the box. As soon as the clothes were put away, he snatched them away, hugged them intentionally, and continued to shake his head at Xia Pei.

Ignoring him, Xia Pei went to get the other ones, one was snatched away, the suitcase was empty, and the other side of the suitcase couldn't hold it, it was too much to overflow.

Leaving this place, Xia Pei went to the drawer next to the bed cabinet to clean up his things one by one, and when he threw one, he was sent back one, how he turned it out and put it back.

When Cheng Xinhai put his hand into the drawer again, Xia Pei knocked him away with a lot of force, but his thin waist exploded with astonishing ruthlessness. He propped his elbows half on the bed, and looking up from below, there was a contemptuous and mocking face of Xia Pei.

Soon, the eyes were red and wet, and something silently and silently slid down, condensed on the chin, and the neck was also wet.

This boy has always been like this, no matter how much the pain hurts, he can cry as quietly as possible.

Cheng Xinhai looked at it... His eyes were red, Xia Pei sniffled, lowered his head, took out the phone from the pocket of his trousers, and operated it twice.

An inaudible noise sounded, like the crackling sound of wheels rolling against the road, intertwined with panting and groaning, and one or two growling growls with some swear words.

Xin Hai seemed to be stimulated by something so that his body trembled suddenly. He saw a smile on the other party's face, and he turned the phone screen to him.