Remember [Sogou] in one second, and read it at any time.

He dragged me into the house and kicked the door shut. (My heart beats faster and faster with his movements.) Barely breathless struggle. Still in a state of motion sickness, dizzy, clouds cover the fog. But he was flustered and didn't know what he was going to do.

He dragged me to the bathroom, unscrewed the cold water, and pressed my head into the sink with cold water. It was already late autumn at the end of November, and the stimulation of the cold water made my whole body tremble, but it washed away a lot of the filth I had just vomited.

After shivering one by one, I finally reached a state of weakness and trembling, my whole body was paralyzed, and I only struggled and gasped: "Don't, I'm uncomfortable." His body began to slide involuntarily.

He let go of his hand, I had slowly slid down the washbasin, I wanted to grasp something in a hurry, but I couldn't grasp anything and slid on the ground, my heart was beating fast, I couldn't breathe, I was dizzy, he seemed a little blurry in front of me, I shook my head desperately, trying to see him clearly.

"Tell Secretary Li to call you back, but you won't reply. I deliberately changed my flight, and came back to see what was wrong with you, and why did I see that scene!" his voice struggled with pain, and he slammed his fist into the mirror of the washbasin, and the mirror shattered, and I heard my heart crack.

I saw in a trance that his hand was bleeding, and I wanted to rush over to take a look, but I wanted to exert myself on my body, but my heart was beating in a panic, my mind was suddenly blank, I couldn't sit still, and I fell to the ground dizzy.

He rushed over and shook me vigorously, and I opened my eyes leisurely, and it turned out that the dizziness was only for a moment. Why can't I faint for a few days, or at least, let me faint overnight, at least, so that I can sleep well, at least, let my heart rest for a while, as it is written in the book.

Looking at his anxious eyes, my tears began to slide, and he hugged me tightly, his eyes full of pain, as if he was holding a fragile vase, not knowing what to put it. Seeing me open his eyes, he regained some calm: "What's wrong with you?"

My heart couldn't say the taste, it hurt slightly, and I wanted to squeeze a smile out, but I couldn't do it no matter how hard I tried, so I had to smile miserably: "I'm useless." ”

He was stunned, hugged my hand tightly, and sighed: "Why are you so stubborn?"

I bit my lip, and all night, from the time I saw him to the present, I had a slightly complaining tone, and it made me feel a little warm, not so cold to the bone. I couldn't hold back anymore, and sobbed: "A friend is hospitalized, let's just go and see." ”

He picked me up and walked to the bedroom: "Don't say it, I know." ”

He put me on the bed, sat beside me, stroked my hair down and down, but there was a depression in his eyes that I couldn't see, as if he was looking at me, and as if he was looking at something through my body.

I was a little scared, pulled his sleeve, and said desperately in my heart: believe me, believe me, really just to see a friend. But looking at him, his eyes were cold, and he couldn't say anything, just pulled his cuffs and grabbed them back and forth, until the cuffs were wrinkled. Sadness and low back, all kinds of heartfelt words, only pay with a low sigh.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth: "The strength is not small." ”

I looked at the crumpled sleeves and let go of my hand a little embarrassed, but he grabbed my hand with his backhand and looked straight into my eyes, as if he wanted to see my heart: "Why don't you call me?"

My heart hurts, call you, do you have time to pay attention to me? But I don't want to make a resentful look, I try to restrain my emotions and say, "I'm afraid that it will affect your work." I unconsciously accentuated the tone of the word "errand", and this sentence came out again with a strange sourness. I didn't feel a little shy.

He was slightly stunned, and suddenly smiled, the smile was very shallow, and the curved arc of his lips was like a crescent moon in the sky: "Don't you know that there is a situation called no electricity?"

I felt embarrassed to be seen through, and my heart suddenly relaxed, and I was busy covering up: "Yes, my phone just ran out of battery." ”

He squeezed my hand slightly hard, and smiled faintly: "If you can't find me in the future, just look for Secretary Li." ”

I wanted to say that the purpose of calling you that night was to relieve Secretary Li's burden. He replied: "How can I trouble your people." ”

This sentence made his eyes darken, a little painful, touched my face, and his tone was a little sad: "How can you get closer to anyone than me?"

I was speechless, and I didn't know how to answer him, is it because you are the only one who makes me suffer from gains and losses, and I dare not go to your heart? Or is it because you are the only one who makes me turn a thousand times, but I dare not talk without scruples? Or is it because you are the only one who makes me sad and difficult to laugh easily? Even though these words have been shouted thousands of times in my heart, I only dare to talk to myself when I dream back at midnight, and I can't open my mouth in the face of him anyway.

Holding his injured hand, I was a little piercing in my heart, tears dripping unconsciously, looking up at him, trying to pull out a smile, but instead crying and laughing ugly: "In the future, can you not hurt yourself?" There is another sentence at the end: I will also have heartache, but I pressed it back alive and did not say anything.

Suddenly his phone rang, and it sounded so harsh in the silence of the night that my heart trembled with the ringing bell, and I hurriedly let go of his hand. He looked at the number and pressed the phone.

I wanted to laugh, looked at him and said lightly: "Well, this is also out of power." ”

He turned to look at me, with an angry and itchy expression, pinched my face, I was about to break away, but he leaned over and kissed me, heavy and emotional, and with tangled obsession, and whispered: "Do you care about me?"

I didn't answer, I whispered in my heart, do I care? Kiss him back carefully, for the first time, kiss him back on the lips, his eyes, his nose with affection, seriously, I want to use my kiss to tell him that I care about you, I don't care about you anymore.

I don't know when I sank, maybe when he said he wanted me again and again, it was not only my body that was occupied, but also my heart, but what made me unable to extricate myself may be just his affectionate gaze, a low sigh in the night, and I fell into it.

I didn't think about the result, I didn't even care about the process, I just got addicted to my own plot and couldn't extricate myself. Maybe I'm not in love with him, but just in love with the feeling of remembering someone. By the way, it should be like this. It can only be called addiction, and it is addicted to one's own feelings. Tangled, tangled with his own inner struggle.

But when his kiss slid over my body, I was so emotional that almost every inch of my skin melted with his kiss, and with his kiss bloomed a happy little flower. The moonlight in the room does not paint the emotional streamer. My hands slid over his back, pinching slightly, he was a little painful, a bite on me, but it didn't hurt very much, I forced, he also forced, it seemed that only this power could tell each other how deep they wanted to enter each other's hearts. I asked myself, is this the only language between me and him that can lead to the heart?

This time, when the love was strong, there was a little less lust, a little more struggle, a little more entanglement, and the emotions brought by that phone call made me and him not know how to explain or believe it. For the first time, I felt heavy in the entanglement, as if each other wanted to prove something, but it proved a little helpless and a little powerless.

His power in my body can always easily make me obsessed with forgetting myself, and only when he is in my body can I really feel that, at least at this moment, he is mine, just mine. That being the case, yes

Isn't it that I can only grasp this moment and use the joy of this moment to hold all my thoughts?

When he gasped and released in my body, he hugged my head tightly emotionally, as if talking to himself, and as if he was roaring: "Why do I think you are mine only at this time?"

His words stunned me, but tears welled up in my eyes.

The night was dark, and he and I seemed to be starting to get tired. He whispered, "Let's go and resign tomorrow." ”

I hummed softly. Some scared.

When the initial lust began to become tired, emaciated, and even struggling, I clearly felt a kind of panic in the quicksand between my fingers, and I wanted to grasp it, but the more it passed.

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