To say "lewd pleasure". Players from all dynasties associate the highest level with "sadistic music". Tried.

Shen Jiali is also a genius in this regard. Only the most knowledgeable people can come up with such a brilliant idea.

The best prostitution den he did in Beijing. There are many tricks. Inside there is a "Wind Flower Snow Moon Museum". There are a lot of signs hanging in the lobby. There are various services written on it: listening to the oriole, admiring the moon, peeling, going to the road, looking at it, playing with the truth, and rejuvenating.

Listening to the oriole is the guest sitting and listening to the sound of the bird. From time to time, some slimy liquid dripped from the top of the head.

There are three sheer screens to block the guests during the moon viewing. The girls show off their style behind the screen.

Skinning is when a guest strips themselves naked in front of a woman dressed like a princess and queen.

The upper road refers to the small path of sheep intestines composed of two pieces of silk. The girls' bodies are clinging to the silk from the outside. The guests were blindfolded and groped along the path.

Stand on your tiptoes when looking at the sun. Watch the show inside the door through a crack in the door.

Playing really means that one has to be able to stand up. In front of him. The girls are in all sorts of wonderful poses.

Reincarnation is the daily life of a husband and wife with a woman. There is also a baby that can be used as a living item.

Gee. Kali fully magnifies the desires of human nature to the extreme. Tell you to touch directly.

Of course. He can also magnify the despicability of human nature to the extreme. It makes your blood surge. The pain is unbearable.

This is a white marble lion. The size of a regular stool. Due to the preciousness of the stone. It's heavy.

The lion has a rolling stone ball in its mouth. A long chain dragged out of the mouth of the ball. At the other end of the chain, a sharp copper nail is driven into the center of the wrist bone of one wrist. After the piercing, a small copper lock hangs horizontally. What it means. Imply. There was no key to open the little copper lock. The brass nail cannot be removed from the carpal bone; Copper nails cannot be removed. This wrist of man will always be chained to the stone ball in the mouth of the stone lion. Can't go. Unless the hand bones have copper nails. Copper nails drag stone lions; Unless this wrist is chopped.

This way of leashing people is really cruel and vicious. Still. The first day of junior high school made it beautiful. Man with one hand. Copper nails are embedded in it like a beautiful rivet. The chains flow. That end. A majestic stone lion.

Shen Jiali wants to "study" a person with his heart. No one can run. Chen Mu was also defenseless. This time. I can only endure it.

Gao Yan stayed with him in both pregnancies. In the first year of junior high school, he decided to start "researching" the person himself. Body temperature, body temperature, and body odor at different times. Extract finely. Self-tinking. I think it's a pleasure to do it at the beginning. It's like having another Wei Yan in the basement.

Every night like water.

Upstairs. Gao Qian settled the children. I would sit under the lamp in the study and ponder my work. Or open the book and be fascinated by it.

Finish the housework in the first year of junior high school. He will also sit cross-legged at the foot of the bed of the double tiger general. Under a small moist lamp. Look at the book. Or trolling around with all sorts of small objects that interest him. Practice your hands. For example, how to embed a pinhole camera into a chicken bone.

Two rooms. A pair. To each his own.

Of course. There must have been times when we played together.

They sometimes play chess together. Sometimes "three families". Sometimes we watch American dramas together. Sometimes I can't finish talking together. Sometimes it's a mess when it's rolling...

Of course. There are times when we go out together. Holding the double tiger will go downstairs. Go to the playground and watch the boys play soccer. Playing basketball. Chat with the sisters-in-law and mothers-in-law in a courtyard. Let the Twin Tigers giggle silently with children of the same age. Anyway. Ordinary people's ordinary days.

Whereas. In a dimly lit basement.

Every night like water. Chen Mu couldn't see the moonlight like water.

It's dark all around.

He was silent in this solitude with his eyes open.

To be honest, my wrist didn't have the pain I had in the first few days. May have been numb.

Or so to put it. Chen Mu is indeed an extraordinary person. Such a stillness. Such loneliness. He can hold it.

No anxiety. Not annoying, not crazy. No complaints, no bitterness.

Because. Be willing.

Awake. I don't know where it is. The wrist has been pinned. The pain in his heart made him instantly soaked in cold sweat.

At this time, I want to go. Even if it's a waste of this hand. How can you be trapped like this?

Still. I haven't seen who did this. I could already hear her voice.

This is the basement. Her voice slammed into the corridor outside like a layer of fog.

"Whoa." It was someone who called her first.

"Huh. Aunt Yang. She seemed to be laughing.

"What kind of food did you buy today? This is a big pack. ”

"I want to simmer some lotus root soup and drink it. I bought some big red lotus root. And a bit of ribs. ”

"Simmer with a gauze hanger. What simmered out was red soup. ”

"Uh-huh. My favorite soup with red lotus root is the best... The voice grew quieter. I went upstairs.

Chen Mu suddenly felt at ease. Maybe. It is a familiar Wuhan dialect. Maybe. Simply hearing her voice.

It doesn't matter who got him here. Think about it. It doesn't matter anymore.

I remember her asking. "A life is worth a life. Worthy of me. What about my son. What about my son. ”

I remember him replying. "Will pay it back. I'll give it back to you ... ”

At that time, I really didn't think about how to "return" specifically. I always think that I can't live a life. She just took it.

It's clear now. This is "yet". Chen Mu couldn't help but wonder. The way of "returning" is also very "counterpart": captivity to captivity; He pulled a gaping hole in her down. She drilled a small hole in his wrist...

Such and such. And willingly. How to toss him gorgeously and exquisitely in the first year. It doesn't matter. Because. Not interested in knowing why; Because. Everything has been reduced to the word "yet". Simple and distinct.

**The pain is really nothing to Chen Mu. He's a man who can endure pain. When Mom is ill. Biting his arm. Tear off a piece of meat raw. Chen Mu didn't hurt. It's the mental pain that is unbearable. It's like how Gao Yan kicked and hit him. How to thrash him. It doesn't hurt. It hurts when it is. She lay on the bed crying and screaming. "I'm not bad to you. You said to give your mom a superordinate. I chant the scriptures every day. You tie me up to that damn place. My sister is dying. My dad was exhausted. My big belly... That's what you have in mind. I'm going to die. A life is worth a life... Who scarces your life. Who is rare. ”

Every night like water.

Chen Muhui quietly stared at the darkness with his eyes open. Quietly experience loneliness. Quietly experience the pain. No complaints, no bitterness.

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