Huang Siyao walked up the path, he was still standing in the doorway and smiling at her, and Huahua ran over with her tail cocked. Huang Siyao had to walk into the forest silently with heavy steps, but she knew that he was standing behind and looking at her, with that inscrutable smile on his face.

She walked all the way home, depressed and distraught. She didn't like what he was saying at all, because in a sense, he had a point, but he shouldn't have said it. So, her heart tore at two feelings, one was disgusted with him, and the other was to reconcile with him.

She finally survived the restless and irritable afternoon tea time, and immediately went upstairs to her room. But when I went back to the room, I still didn't feel right, I couldn't sit or stand. She had to solve this problem. She had to go back to the cabin in the woods. It doesn't matter if he's not there.

She slipped out of the side door and went straight to the road, feeling a little gloomy. When she reached the glade, she felt very uneasy. Luckily, he's there again. He was wearing a shirt and was bending his waist to release the hens from the cage. The chicks are clumsy now, but they still look neater than the old hens.

She walked straight to him. "Look, I'm coming!" She said.

"Huh, okay!" As he spoke, he straightened up and looked at her a little teasingly.

"Let the hens out?"

"Yes, they are so skinny that they are so skinny that they are just holding their nests," he said, "and now they are not in a hurry to come out and eat." The hen that holds the nest is selfless and thinks only about the eggs and the chicks. ”

These poor hens, so blindly dedicated! The eggs weren't their own, but they were still loyal! Huang Siyao looked at them sympathetically. At this moment, both the man and the woman were silent.

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"Do you want to go into the house?" He asked.

She was silent. And she went into the house with him. He closed the door, and it was dark, so he lit the lamp as before, but it was weak.

"You're not wearing underwear, are you?" He asked.

"Nope!"

"Okay, then I'll take mine off too."

He spread out the blanket and set one aside, ready to cover himself. She took off her hat and shook her head to spread her hair out. He sat down, took off his shoes, loosened his leggings, and unbuttoned his breeches.

"Lie down!" He said to her wearing only his shirt. She silently complied, and he lay down beside her, pulling up the blanket and covering them both.

"Come on!"

When he said with a sigh, "Ah, you're so nice," something in her body trembled, and then something in her spirit became stiff to resist him. The stiffness was caused by his desperate desire to possess her.

This time, her intense passion failed to make her lose her temper, and she rested her hands on his undulating body without feeling, and no matter what, her spirit seemed to be watching it all from above.

His ups and downs seemed ridiculous to her, and his eagerness to vent seemed comical. Yes, it's called love, but it's also a show.

It seems that some people are right to ignore this love, and even despise it. Because sometimes it's sacred, sometimes it's really a show, a show. That's right, it's really a show.

God created human beings, but God is a man with a sense of humor, and a man with a malicious sense of humor, like some platinum writers. God created human beings to evolve, to become more and more civilized, to become more polite, to be more and more decent, but he simply injected this hormone into human beings, and just by infusing this hormone, human beings had to strike such funny poses.

Many saints, most religions despise this act of love, but humanity must do it.

Even though she lay quietly, her instincts made her straighten her back and try to throw the man out of his grotesque rushing body.

His body was stupid, reckless, imperfect, and that half-finished clumsy appearance was a little disgusting. What is certain is that the complete evolution will eliminate this kind of performance, this kind of "function". Maybe one day, there will be no more such funny, sometimes laugh-out-loud performances.

He was finished, and soon stood still, silent, a special distance that did not move, and she could not perceive him, and her heart began to weep. She could feel him drift away like a low tide, leaving her and abandoning her like a stone on the shore. He was retreating, his spirit leaving her.

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She was so sad that she began to cry under the torture of her own single-mindedness. He didn't care in the slightest, he didn't even know she was crying. The cry grew louder, shaking herself and shaking him.

"Alas!" He said, "It's not good. Your mind isn't here. ”

So he knew! So she cried even harder.

"But what's going on?" "Occasionally," he said. ”

"I can't love you!" She sobbed, and suddenly felt her heart break.

"No way! Alright, don't worry! There is no king who has to tell you to love me, so you can be whatever you want. ”

His words did not comfort her in the slightest, and she jerked harder.

"Don't, don't!" "Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad," he said. This time it's a bit bad. ”

She cried bitterly and said, "I want to love you, but I just can't, I just feel terrible." ”

He smiled. The smile was half bitter, half teasing.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," he said, "even if you think so, just don't be surprised." Don't worry about not loving me, don't be embarrassed for yourself. There is always a bad one in a basket of peanuts, and the good and bad must be wanted. ”

He wanted to get up, so he stood up, stood high beside her, fastened his pants, and did this right in front of her. Speaking of which, Du Wancheng still knows that he wants to save face, and he will turn around when he ties his pants, but this man is so confident, he doesn't know that others treat him as a clown, thinking that he is half a rough man.

But when he left her and got up silently to leave, she hugged him in fear.

"Don't leave me! Don't be mad at me! Hold me! She muttered frantically, not knowing what to do.

I don't know where I came from so hard to hug him. She was trying to save herself, from the resentment and resistance in her heart. That inner resistance was so powerful in controlling her!

He took her into his arms again and hugged her tightly, and she suddenly became petite in his arms, and became a little bird.

Gone, the revolt was gone, and she began to melt in a wonderful tranquility. She was so petite and beautiful in his arms. Ah, if he didn't treat her gently at this time, he would be too cruel.

He slashed again, causing her to tremble again in a strange and terrified manner. He may have stabbed her tender body like a sharp sword, and that would have cost her life. So the fear in her heart subsided, and she dared to be laissez-faire, without any worries. She dared, she dared to allow herself to be completely indulgent, to indulge in that flood.

She felt like the sea, with only the sparkling waves undulating. Gradually her whole sea of darkness swelled, the waters parted and tumbled away, and the rows of great waves rolled into the distance, and kept parting and rolling away from her most vivid perpetual motion machine, which was the center of the gentle intake.

Ah, it's wonderful! Unspeakable! At low tide, she realized what this beauty was all about.

It was only now that she realized that it was like a tiny stamen, silent and gentle. She unconsciously let out a soft cry of surprise and affection, and her woman's heart screamed at the fact that the object was so weak, because it had been so strong just now.

So cute! She whispered, "This thing is so cute!" But he didn't say anything, just kissed her gently, still lying on top of her. She moaned with happiness, like a sacrifice and like a newborn.

Now she began to realize in her heart his strange beauty.

They are sons of God and daughters of man. In an instant, a new flame of feeling swept through her body. How could she be disgusted by this beautiful body in front of her before? There is life in life, the pure, warm, strong beauty.