Chapter 242: And You Didn't Arrive, The Reason Why I Refused to End (Part II)
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Raising his eyes, watching my reaction, the fire of love in his eyes came to me, and I could feel his breath, pressed very low, as if there was a torn beast in his body.
I was afraid, I didn't dare to speak, I didn't dare to cross his gaze, and I couldn't help but reach out to block my chest.
But he couldn't resist it, and the touch of each other's skin to skin made my mind sour for a moment. numbness, even stronger than when he stroked it.
His breathing was quicker than anything I had ever heard, and the words with a thick, hoarse voice were like a tightly woven web, drawing one into his aching and intoxicating restraints.
"I'm going to have all of your temperature, Yu'er...... Isn't it possible to perceive your heart more? β
There was a pain in my eyes, and a light white mist came out.
No one has ever touched my heart like this, you know?
He kissed my eyelid lightly, as if in response to my silent sadness, and the moment he closed his eyes, it was warm and tingling.
He raised his head, his gaze gathered a deep concentration, in my faint sight, like a glass of sea water brewed by the moonlight, intense, but a metaphor for shallow sadness.
The next moment, he slowly kissed the wound on my chest.
I couldn't help but gasp, even after a long time, the wound that connected to the heart, when I touched it again, the slight numbness in my senses was clearly abnormal.
I knew that these were just my psychological effects, but this gunshot wound, this invisible mark that connected me to him, every time the other owner of the wound kissed it, it was as if some kind of seal had been lifted.
"I'm sorry." Si Tianzhe said suddenly.
Before I could figure it out, he dropped his fingertips and lifted my skirt.
"It hurts," he looked away from my wound and into my eyes, "for me, don't be afraid. β
I gazed at his clear-eyed face, and the rain poured down in my heart.
I understand his apology, yes, I hurt you once, and that unforgettable pain still flows through every inch of my blood, but it makes me feel like I am with you all the time.
Every time I think about it, my chest warms up.
I'm willing to hurt you one more time.
The sourness in my throat muffled my voice, and I didn't know how to tell him all this, only to be slowly shaken by his suppressed hand, and almost at the same time, his agitated kiss ran over him.
I took the heartbeat he gave me, and I couldn't resist it, and he caressed along the delicate part of my leg, and the fingertips flowed in an orderly manner, but the force he applied to sucking on my neck betrayed his urgency.
My waking consciousness gradually escaped my brain, and his long fingers penetrated in some indescribable place, stirring a strange and strange feeling, and all my strength was sucked up by him.
"Don't be afraid, baby......" he murmured again, kissing me lightly on the forehead.
I was so weak that I couldn't even respond.
The fog and light were rippling, and I was sad, resisting his intrusion, and my unspeakable body was scorched by the inch-by-inch boiling of water.
He has completely lost his usual calm appearance, and although he still maintains the habit of being in control, it is so difficult to control every step of the way.
ββ¦β¦ Remember, remember," he whispered, words leaching with deep pain, "I love you." β
At the moment when he finished speaking, the sudden impact from under him caused a tearing pain to sweep through my body.
"Hmm-"
I gave a short soft exhale, my fingertips pinching him tightly, and he immediately stopped his forward movements, and unresistibly grabbed my cold lips, only to cut out the suffocating timbre.
I closed my eyes, tears falling, and every breath tightened with an overwhelming pain.
His lingering kiss was like a stream of water, sucking away every bit of my pain, and his fingers trembled as clearly as mine, and his heart described all kinds of tenderness.
Yes, he loves me and pampers me.
Even at times like these, he endured no less pain than I did, but he still waited patiently for me to adjust to his presence.
Thinking of this, tears welled up in my eyes.
He was startled and stroked my cheek a little helplessly, "Does it hurt... Well? β
I shook my head, and my voice came out, and I didn't know why I was wronged, "I don't want to...... You leave me......"
He froze, there had never been a moment when his complexions were so complex, he gritted his teeth and squeezed them out between his teeth, "No." β
Then it tangled with my lips.
The pain faded, and I could feel his blood pulsing through my body, slowly melting my stiff flesh, and he raised his eyes, his dark black eyes, which had never been so clear, darkened and darkened, covered with a thick fog of desire. Hope.
The next late night seemed to burn into a stream of hot water, hot, but strangely indulgent.
He went deep as if to occupy my soul, filling and draining me again and again.
I had to grab his hand, painful and fast. The feelings are intertwined, and it is impossible to discern which one is more unbearable.
ββ¦β¦ Uh-" He thrust forward so suddenly that I groaned with a sob. I bit my lip, and the tail note was slightly uplifted by some kind of pleasure, only to be broken and shattered by the inability to withstand this level of stimulation.
"No, yes...... Don't ......"
His frantic grace drove a certain rhythm, and I couldn't keep up, but I couldn't help it, and I could only mumble meaningless words, and my anxious will couldn't tell whether I wanted him to come near or get away.
"Good, good...... Baby...... "He kissed my forehead, sweat running down the side of his neck, blending into his low, muffled voice, but the movements below him didn't slow down for a moment.
It seemed like a sky full of starlight burning and annihilating without stopping, and he turned the air into a deep pool of whirlpools, whirling and crumbling me...... I was attached to his strong embrace, baptized by him over and over again between destruction and rebirth, and only the words of his time remained in my mind, like some kind of inescapable Gu thought.
ββ¦β¦ Remember, remember, I love you. β
"I don't want to ...... You leave me......"
"No, it won't."
β¦β¦
In the early hours of the second morning, the sky had just turned blue-gray, and I woke up from a thin dream, and the soreness that struck my body immediately made every movement a little difficult.
I looked at him with a quiet sleeping face next to him, and for a moment my thoughts drifted away from his clear silhouette.
Retracting my gaze, I lifted the quilt and when I got up, I was momentarily distracted by the mottled blood stains on the sheets.
I pursed my lips, got out of bed softly, and left the room.
The streets of dawn were rarely walked by, and occasionally there were vehicles from far and near, passing through the white fog of winter, and I was a little cold, but I didn't know where to go.
ββ¦β¦ If you really slept with him, with your awkward personality, you would definitely ignore any contact with him the next day, and never contact him, hiding from him to the edge of the sky. β
This sentence vaguely flashed in his mind, damn it, it was really said right by Sara.
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I thought about it, took out my phone, and dialed the call. (To be continued.) )