I could clearly feel the touch of his palm on my skin, and that uncontrollable longing intertwined.

I felt like I really couldn't control myself, the consciousness of struggle was intertwined with that crazy longing, and I didn't even know what I was doing.

It wasn't until I felt that something wasn't quite right that I was a little conscious, looking at Han Mo who was already pulling his clothes, I didn't think about anything, and directly bit my tongue hard.

The blood oozing from the bitten tongue was constantly circulating in my cavity, and I raised my hand and pushed Han Mo while pulling my clothes: "You, don't, don't touch me!" ”

Han Mo obviously didn't expect that I would be able to endure it at this time, he looked at me, although my vision was already blurred and I didn't know what kind of eyes he was looking at me. But I could guess that he must have looked at me with sarcasm and mockery now, as if that night he was the one who crushed me to the ground, and he was the one who scolded me for Bego.

He has always looked down on me, even though I was really just a simple accompaniment singer in Hongyan.

Maybe it was my sudden movement that annoyed him a little, but I couldn't care so much anymore, and I shook my hands and tried to put them on, but I couldn't put them on at all, and my hands seemed to have no strength.

Han Mo was on the side, the clothes on his upper body had been torn off by himself, and now he was sitting there, just looking at me like a joke.

I kept trying to put my clothes on, but my hands and feet didn't seem to obey me, until finally, I simply threw my clothes away, pulled the quilt aside and shrunk myself in.

I didn't look at Han Mo, the curling smell of smoke came over, I knew he was smoking, I guess he was looking at me like watching a play.

I thought I could bear it, but I ended up overestimating myself, and the insatiable desire made me want to kill myself.

When Han Mo's hand touched it, even if I bit my tongue again, I wouldn't be able to wake up.

I thought I heard him scolding me, but I couldn't hear him clearly

I seemed to resist, and I didn't seem to resist.

All I knew was that the moment the pain came, I was awake for half a second, my nails embedded in Han Mo's arm, tears streaming down the corners of my eyes.

It was the only half second I knew, and I don't remember anything after that, except that I felt like a drowning man had finally caught a life-saving straw and held on tightly.

It seems like a long time, and it doesn't seem to be long.

I didn't know how long it was, but when the feeling of being bitten by a bug finally subsided, I fell asleep little by little.

It was like going through a life-and-death struggle, and it took almost all my strength.

I was so tired, even though I had been pushed into an abyss of despair, that I didn't have the strength to struggle anymore.

When I woke up again, I don't know how long it had been, and it was as if I had been run over by a car, and my hands and feet were sore as long as I moved.

Han Mo should have left, and I was the only one in the room, and the sunlight was shining through the window that was not closed tightly, hitting my face a little dazzlingly.

The ceiling above me was white, as if I couldn't see the future of the road in front of me.

I always thought that the biggest relationship between myself and Han Mo might be Jiang Feiyi, but I didn't expect that one day, it would become like this.

"Awake?"

I thought he was gone, but suddenly I heard Han Mo's voice, and I was so shocked that the whole person was stupid.

Tears were streaming all over my face, and he appeared so suddenly, and my whole face was so straight into his eyes.

I could clearly see the disgust flashing in his eyes, and then Han Mo raised his hand and threw the towel that was wiping his hair into my face, blocking my face straight away.

"What's that look on your face?"

I couldn't see his expression, but I could hear that he was clearly angry when he said it.

I hurriedly reached out and took off the towel on my face, and when I took it down, I deliberately rubbed it my face, and by the way, I wiped away my tears before I took the towel off and looked at him again.

Han Mo had already walked to my bedside, looking at me condescendingly, and as soon as I took the towel away, he suddenly leaned over and reached out to me.

I subconsciously tilted my face to the side, and his fingertips fell under my eye sockets, and the rough touch made me startled.

Han Mo pursed his lips: "Crying?" ”

I don't know what kind of face to face Han Mo, if I can, I really want him to go out, and I'll be quiet by myself.

But apparently it was possible, and he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and sat down on the chair at the head of the bed with a big grin, took the cigarette he had put on from the counter and lit it, took a puff, and then looked at me: "Say, what compensation do you want?" ”

I always thought that night was shameful enough, but I didn't think there would be an even more shameful day.

For the first time since I met Han Mo, I know that for people like me, self-esteem and pride really can't be asked for when standing in front of people like Han Mo, because no matter which one it is, I can't afford it, and he won't let me want it.

Although I still didn't hold back myself at the end of last night, I really didn't want him to help me, I would rather find a male escort at random, and I didn't want to find Han Mo.

Obviously, he himself had to pull me and drag me to the hotel, but now, it seems that everything is something that I am doing to catch up.

Han Mo never seemed to really regard me as a person, in front of him, he humiliated me as much as he liked.

If it had been before, I think I would have argued with him, quarreled with him, and tried to defend what little pride and dignity I had left with my high-decibel voice.

But now is not the past, I already know very well that I already have an image in Han Mo's eyes that can never be changed.

But so what, I don't love him, I'm just a man who trampled me to the bottom of my feet.

The first time, I didn't say a word, rolled myself up with the quilt, then got out of bed, picked up the clothes that had been messily thrown on the floor one by one, and then turned around and went into the bathroom.

I didn't look back at Han Mo, but I knew he was looking at me, and that look kept falling on me, as if I wanted to poke a hole in my body.

The quilt was a little heavy, and I dragged it into the bathroom, the door was caught, and when I turned around and pulled the quilt into the bathroom, I just saw Han Mo's eyes.

The depth of those eyes made me slightly stunned, and I closed the door directly with a "bang".

There are traces of last night's madness everywhere, and I in the mirror seems to be different from the Fu Yao before last night.

I looked at my body reflected inside, and the dots on it made my heart feel like someone had been wrenched.

Actually, I am not a traditional conservative woman who resolutely resists premarital sex. But I'm also a clean and self-loving girl, in such a chaotic environment, if I really just wanted to earn money to spend on myself, I would have been able to carry a brand-name bag and wear brand-name clothes.

So many local tyrants wanted to wrap me up, even if I was beaten to the point that my head was bleeding, I didn't blink an eye to give in.

But I didn't expect that it would be gone now, even if it was gone, it would still be taken away by Han Mo.

This makes me more uncomfortable than anything else, the world is always like this, step by step forcing a person to despair, taking away people's hopes again and again.

I never wanted to have half of an intersection with Han Mo, not even my eyes, but now I have done the most intimate thing with him.

I looked at myself in the mirror, as if I saw that the former Fu Yao had gone farther and farther, and was pushed into an abyss of incomparably despair by Han Mo.

In the mirror, my eyes were red like a rabbit, and those hot tears were in my eyes, as if they would fall if I blinked my eyes.

But I don't want to cry, this is the only dignity and pride that I can keep in front of Han Mo, a man.

My hands were shaking as I got dressed, and the scenes of last night were like old-fashioned movies that reminded me of what had happened.

I don't want to remember such unbearable things, but I remember them so clearly.

I remember how Han Mo took off my clothes, and I remember how crazy I was in the end, that person was as if it wasn't me, as if someone had taken it.

I finally couldn't help it, raised my hand and threw away the toiletry in front of the dresser, and fell to the ground with a "clang" sound.

I looked at the mirror like a hysterical madman, and I looked at it for a few seconds, and the tears still flowed silently.

I can't help it, you tell me how I can bear it!

I don't know how long it had been since I walked out, Han Mo was still sitting there, and there were already two or three cigarette butts on the ashtray next to him.

He glanced up at me, and I tried to get my bag back, and the tiny piece of red on the bed, like a knife, stabbed straight into my heart.

I bent over and looked at the blood on the bed, and all I felt was my throat tingling.

"What do you want?" ，o

Han Mo asked again, and I looked up at him, who was withdrawing his gaze from the sheet.

I sneered at his usual appearance, "No, Han Shao, men love women." ”

After saying that, I just raised my leg and walked out.

When he opened the door, he suddenly called me: "Fu Yao." ”

Fu Yao.

Low and tossing and turning.

After a long time, I remembered today, and I realized that everything was predestined in the dark.