The hand paused for a moment, and then, a hot body pressed against her back. There was a heavy pant in her ears, and the sound of hot and wet breathing sprayed ambiguously in her ears. April felt a little uncomfortable, and just turned around to see what was going on, but gave Qi Yu a chance, and he pressed on her.

At this time, April was half awake, and his body began to stiffen involuntarily.

The memories buried deep in her heart were turned out, like a raging tide, almost overturning her.

That night, the moonlight was so pale that it looked like the face of a hanged man.

No, don't. April's eyes widened forcefully, looking in horror at the man pressing on her. The man in front of her seemed to overlap with the figure in her memory, and the heat of the body spread to the bottom of her heart, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.

She opened her mouth to say something out loud, but when she opened her mouth, only a few words remained: "No, go away, don't." She tossed and turned and only these few words left, like a parrot.

Intense fear grabbed her mind, she couldn't tell between a nightmare and a reality, no, it was long gone, this qiē was all a dream, she wasn't wrong, he deserved to die. She closed her eyes and emphasized to herself over and over again, but why, her body kept shaking, and she couldn't control it.

"April, don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."

Who is whispering in her ear? The weight in her hands was gone, and the heaviness in her body made her gasp for breath, like a young animal that was dying frequently. The man buried his head in her neck, licking hard, and when he saw a tooth mark on the bottom of her neck, his body shook, and he bit the tooth mark fiercely, and said hatefully: "Who is it?" Who left this mark exactly. ”

He has always been reluctant to touch a woman, who dares to touch her!

April's eyes were blank and she looked at him in a daze. Her eyes were big, but there was no love in them, and they were so blank that they were frightening. Qi met it, and her angry love gradually eased, and she turned to cover her eyes with her hands, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Don't look at me like this, you should have been my person, I just came to claim the rights I should have in the past two years." ”

As he spoke, he vigorously ripped open April's neckline, and said with implied eagerness and pain: "I bought you for one night with the 150,000, will you give it to me?" ”

I love you.

His words were still in his ears, and April pushed his hand away, blinking slowly in motion, and his eyes slowly gained focus.

In the blink of an eye, the person who pressed on her had a square face, not a handsome guy in the traditional sense, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the bright sunshine would be lost when he smiled. She blinked again, looking at his reddened face and red eyes, as if she was going to eat her.

She followed him with a strange gaze that she had never seen before, looking at the man she had lived with for two years.

With her mouth open, she was finally able to speak, "Qi Yu, let go of me." ”

"I don't want it." The man hurriedly refused, "Let go of you, you are someone else's." The red in his eyes faded slightly, and he became the childish and jealous guy again. He wanted to ask her what the mark on the lower part of her neck was, but what qualifications did he have. Thinking like this, my heart was occupied by the fear of the unknown, and my movements were even more urgent and rude, wanting to take off her clothes.

The woman's eyes darkened, and she struggled desperately to break free from his shackles. After years of hard work, her strength is not small, and Qi Yu can't completely restrain her for a while. But the man has a natural advantage in strength, he used one hand to suppress her two hands, his legs firmly trapped her kicking legs, and the free hand to peel her pants.

The nerves that had been holding her all the time snapped open, and anger and fear made her struggle even more intense, and her mouth hissed: "Get out, don't touch me!" For the first time, her eyes were □□ intense.

Hatred, gloom, and overwhelming madness converged into a storm in her eyes, and slammed into him hard. He only glanced at it, and most of the □□ in his heart faded. When, his April became like this. The woman who was gentle and indifferent in her memory would never look at him silently or smile at him lightly, how could she hate him so much as she does now?

His heart ached, the strength in his hand was loosened, and the woman didn't have time to withdraw her hand, and her nails scratched a scratch on his face.

There was a deathly silence in the air.

The woman stared at her fingertips in a daze, with the remnants of tyranny in her eyes, and her blank expression, I don't know why, as if she was crying. But she never shed a single tear.

It should be an illusion, disappointed and powerless, Qi Yu wiped his face, and his palm was stained with red liquid. His heart hurt so badly that he deliberately ignored it, and just smiled and comforted: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." With that, he stumbled to his feet, staggered out, and nearly fell several times on the way, and in a moment he disappeared in the doorway.

April lay blankly on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling. The farce just now finally died down, and she didn't feel the slightest sense of happiness, only the tiredness and emptiness that had passed the madness. After such a show, the strength of the wine subsided in her body, and she lay down for a while, lifted the quilt, and tidied up her slightly messy clothes.

Her expression was quiet and silent, as if nothing had happened just now.

No, it still happened. She stood in front of the dressing mirror, looking at the woman in the mirror. The woman in the mirror had messy hair and sunken eye sockets, and I don't know which horn it was. She tugged at the corners of her mouth and craned her neck slightly, and several deep kiss marks dotted on it, like a child's graffiti on snow-white cloth.

She turned around, pulled out a scarf from her packed bag, and wrapped it around her neck twice, just to cover the ambiguous traces. The stitches of this scarf are a little clumsy and rough, she bought wool and knitted it stitch by stitch, and she and Ah Yu each have one.

But these memories are just a burden for her now.

April took his bag on his shoulder, pulled through the suitcase, and slowly pushed the door open. In a blink of an eye, Qi Yu was barefoot, curled up to the side, his eyes lonely and dazed like a lost child. She squatted in front of him, her voice slowly softened, and she whispered, "Go to bed, it's cold on the ground." ”

The man looked at her with a confused expression, and when his eyes fell on the box on the side, he suddenly didn't know what to say, and for a while, he squirmed his lips slightly, and said dryly and hoarsely: "You...... Going? ”

"Well, you won't be able to buy a train ticket any later." April Little lied.

When she turned her head to see the long, thin marks on his face, she paused and took out the bottle of ointment that the doctor had given her from her bag. She reached out and dragged his right hand over, shoved the brown vial into his hand, and said softly, "Apply this to the wound on your face, and it will be healed soon." ”

Wanting to ease the atmosphere, she gently tugged at the corners of her mouth, smiled stiffly and said, "Don't you like stinky beauty the most?" ”

Qi Yu didn't speak, just looked at her motionlessly, as if he wanted to firmly imprint her appearance in his heart. After a long time, he moved his mouth slightly, and said in a dumb voice, "Will you come back?" ”

The woman was in a trance when she heard this, paused for a moment, and said slowly, "I don't know either." ”

She didn't say goodbye to him, and goodbye meant seeing each other again, and they shouldn't have said goodbye. April dragged the long luggage pole, and the sun pulled her shadow for a long time.

On such a sunny afternoon, she stepped out of the room without looking back, as determined as she had walked out of his life.

The curled up man hugged his shoulders tightly, as if trying to soak up some warmth. Without one person, the home is no longer complete, he was silently in a daze, not knowing when he burst into tears.

He knew that he had completely lost her.