"Huh?" Chu Jiaojiao blew for a while, and found that the man stared at her with an even more affectionate expression.

She smiled lowly, her fingers running from the end of his eyes to his face, and once again she admired sincerely, "You look so good-looking?" ”

"How pretty?" Jiang Ci asked, his handsome face was quiet, he did not seem unapproachable because of indifference and detachment at this time, his eyebrows swept by an afterglow, and the faintness of the bedside lamp shrouded his face.

In addition to Qingjun's indifference, a deep bond overflowed from his bones and blood.

The night outside the window seemed to be thicker, and the breath around him was gentle, so dark that only the shadow of a woman remained in his eyes.

She's like a poison.

Addicted.

His fingers came to her lips and rubbed them for a long time, he couldn't put them down, and then dropped a kiss on her eyebrows, "Sleep!" ”

The man left the room, and the bedroom door was closed, cutting off Chu Jiaojiao's sight.

She wondered if she had just had another dream.

The beautiful boy and the shadow of the person in front of him gradually merged, and finally merged into one person.

But he left, leaving only two words.

Her head swelled, and she pressed her forehead, always feeling that something was so fast that she couldn't grasp it, where she had seen it, and where she had seen it.

The same scene, the same words, she was familiar with.

By the pool, the water shimmers and sparkles, and the man sitting alone on a bench plays with a worn pocket watch, which looks like it was from many years ago.

The things that were once loved by women finally lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

It was ironic, after all, he had never bothered to ask for such a thing, but it was the last trace she had left to prove her existence.

There was a crack on the glass screen, and when it was opened, the pin inside had long since disappeared, both old and broken, just like his family.

She said that it was something that the man had left behind, and that he would definitely come and pick them up, and then they would be able to live a good life, and they would not have to bow their heads in everything, and they would not have to have to have three hard meals.

Later, the woman waited and waited, but she did not wait for the man who came to pick her up, but she would laugh and cry often, and then the woman seemed to go crazy, beat and scolded him at every turn, cut his skin with a sharp blade, and left one scar after another on his body.

She keeps saying that she loves him, but she hurts him all the time.

She began to bring different men home, wearing gaudy makeup, revealing dresses, and the pungent smell of perfume slowly deteriorated, and finally turned into her face covered by white foundation.

Most of the time, she babbled under other men, hiding in the closet, with a gap open, and a pair of eyes just staring at her.

Sometimes the two looked at each other, and he saw the coldness and sarcasm in her eyes, as well as the hatred for him.

She hated him, and her hatred was shocking.

The men went back and forth, each of them was trampling her, but she laughed so happily that tears came out of her laughter.

After each passing day, she lay motionless on the bed, as if she were dead.

He pushed open the closet, approached her, carefully pulled up the quilt to cover her, he saw the marks of the beating on her face, and went to fetch a basin of water to wipe her face.

When she is unhappy, she likes to hit him and burn him with cigarette butts.

She said, "Ah Ci, that man doesn't want us anymore, but I'm still waiting for him." ”。

"Ah Ci, no one in this world will want us, I'm a dirty bitch, you're a child of a prostitute."