I let go of my hand in fright and shrank into the corner at the speed of Bolt: "Who are you?" "Me?" He gave me a flirtatious glance, and then a sneer: "It's very well planned. Baidu search to Li.com "I still have illusions: "Don't joke with me......" "Are you kidding? He raised his eyebrows, his body began to move, and he crawled towards me like a leopard. I couldn't help but start shaking: "Don't touch me." But he had already grabbed my wrist and squeezed it tightly: "I'm a pervert." "It's just a nickname...... "I explained meaninglessly." Scold. He squeezed my jaw sharply, the sharp pain clearly reminding me of his anger at the moment: "That's what you want me to do." "If I could speak, maybe I'd say: yes, that's what I want you to fuck off, no one wants to live with a pervert! If I could speak, maybe I would have said: no, as long as you don't hit me, I can live like this. Both sentences were what I wanted to say the most at the moment, but he pinched me so much that I couldn't say a word. Suddenly, he let go of his grip on me and dragged it over my legs and pressed my stomach like a sack. The pain from yesterday is still gone, and I don't want to do it with him at all. But my struggle was as futile as every time, and he grabbed my wrists with one hand, pulled open the drawer with the other, pulled out a pistol, pulled the bolt, and the bullet entered the chamber with a small click. I was trembling, and the cold muzzle of the gun was already pressed against my forehead. I looked at his fingers on the trigger and stiffened. I still remember telling me that I had to keep my finger out of the trigger ring after the pistol was loaded. Because the pistol's trigger is so flexible, with a flick of a finger, it immediately goes off - just like he did at this moment. So I was so scared that my heart couldn't beat, I forgot to breathe, I forgot to tremble, and my eyes went dark. I lost even the concept of time, just staring at the finger pressed against the trigger, and even had a few hallucinations that it had been pressed down. He didn't seem to speak, or he did, but I didn't hear it at all. Where can I still hear? I'm going to get a shot in the head - the kind that pierces the skull and gets thick blood and brains. Suddenly, his fingers moved, and slowly, without hesitation, pressed down. I don't know anyone else, but I'm a person who can't make a sound when I'm terrified, as if someone has choked my neck, and I don't even have the last chance to call for help. I forgot I could close my eyes and watched him pull the trigger to the bottom. But...... Nothing happened. My mind briefly went deaf and stared blankly at the pistol. It did press down, and it didn't move for a long time, the bullet should have gotten into my head, but I didn't feel anything. Am I already dead? I don't know. At this moment, the muzzle of the gun was suddenly removed, and a loud noise was heard. I followed the sound and saw that the gun had been thrown against the window of the terrace, and as I looked over, the gun suddenly flare. I suddenly realized that it wasn't some god who saved me just now, but the bullet got stuck in the chamber of the gun, which is not very probable, but it will happen, and the pistol at this time is easy to explode. Thinking of this, I instinctively grabbed the hem of his shirt and tried to get into his arms. The back of my head seemed to be held down, along with my ears and shoulders, but I could still hear a loud sound like a cannon shot, along with the clatter of glass falling all over the ground. I came back to my senses and realized that I had really relied on luck to get my life back this time, and I began to cry unconsciously. At the same time, the hand that was pressing me suddenly loosened, and there was a faint bitter taste in his mouth, which made people feel sad. His kisses had always been as fierce and cruel as his own, as if they were uprooting my tongue. He was like the python in the backyard, slowly and without hesitation with its nimble body wrapping around his prey. Circle by circle, until the sky is overwhelming. Everywhere, it's like a net. It exercised the most complete control over the prey, teaching it not to breathe, not to tremble, not to think, not to escape, and to die miserably. Just as my mind and consciousness were about to fall into a vacuum, he suddenly relented. My lungs had lost their function, my eyes were dizzy, and I could only see his eyes. These eyes are exactly the same as the python: focused, calm, and unwarm. When his lips pressed against mine again, I felt the oxygen I needed to survive. My chest, which was almost in a vacuum, gradually filled, and I slowly began to wake up. My whole body was numb, and I wanted to move. But he shivered inexplicably, and a string of cold sweat flowed. I looked at him, but he closed his eyes. That tongue was more like the core of a python, touching the corners of my lips, my neck, my ears...... Like an auditory hallucination, his voice was like that of a snake, and if a snake had a voice, it would have been so graceful and indifferent: "I really want to kill you." "Perhaps the closest thing to death in the world is not death itself. It's sex. I feel like I've been killed by him. …… I came to my senses. I felt that he had let go of me, but he had not left me. I was suddenly not sure which one he was at the moment, and I suddenly didn't understand which one I was looking forward to. One window was knocked off by the vibration caused by the explosion of the pistol. On early spring nights, the cold wind is still strong, and the vast greenery near the house also makes it damp, so there is a hint of chill in this cold. I shrunk up and slipped into his arms, his arms wrapped around mine, even though the surface of his skin was cold. We were silent. It's like two snakes intertwined for warmth. And so it went on for a long time. It took me so long that I had completely calmed down, so calm that I started to laugh at myself: What was I just doing? What are you working on now? He almost killed me. I still ...... It seems that I deserved to be beaten. He suddenly opened his mouth: "What's wrong?" "It's like that pervert. The fear and awkwardness made me not want to turn my head, but just slid my eyeball to the corner of my eye, barely catching a glimpse of his face. He was still expressionless, and there was an inexplicable smile in his dark eyes. You're kidding me, aren't you? I also want to laugh at myself. I felt him move, and there was a sudden wetness on his neck. I couldn't dodge, so I had to crane my neck. "You love me too, don't you?" He stopped abruptly, his voice soft, not quite in keeping with his usual rudeness. I said, "You're a pervert. Yu Guang saw him silently curl the corners of his mouth: "Are you sure?" I was inexplicably furious: "I'll go to the doctor!" "See what?" He bit my neck with his teeth and asked vaguely, "Stockholm?" "yes. It's a disease! He must have been so happy that he even laughed out loud. Completely annoyed, I lifted his sore arm and pushed him with all my might. It was still in vain, but instead he grabbed my palm, propped himself up, pulled it to his lips, and took it into his mouth. He bit it gently like a kitten and raised the corners of his lips: "Answer seriously." "You're a pervert." I turned my face sideways, not wanting to see his successful face. "In other words." He spread out my hand and kissed my palm, and the blurred light caused his half-closed eyelashes to cast two shadows like Peking Opera masks on his lower eyelids: "Do you love me too?" "What do you mean, too?" He didn't answer, just laughed. Like a prodigal son who owes a beating. "I don't want to say yes?" "No, you can't." He bit my palm. "What if not?" "Hit you." He let go of my hand and pressed the top of my head, his forehead against mine, and urged softly, "Say it." Don't lie. "I don't feel the need for me to say anything. And I thought of a good way to excuse myself: "Then you speak first." He was still smiling. Are you ......" I'll take a detour first: "Jealous?" "He still didn't speak, tilted his head, and rubbed his cheek against my face." Say it. I mimicked his tone and said, "Don't lie. "Yes—ah—" he replied slowly, in a long note with a thick smile in his voice. Then you ...... "Forget it, or don't ask." He rubbed for a moment, then raised his head again: "Ask." "I don't ......" for some reason, I can't open my mouth. That's my turn. "He's getting up." No! I asked, "Do you like me?" He had no words for a word. Just looking at me like this, not for a moment, motionless. I couldn't feel my own heartbeat, but I could feel his, his heart pounding, like a bomb timer, and it made my chest tingle. I was cheap, and I was a little nervous by him, and I couldn't help but spoil the uncomfortable atmosphere, and pushed him with my hand: "Go down, I'm going to take a bath." "He suddenly pinched my jaw. I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't say anything, but turned his face sideways and kissed it. My body was numb for no reason, and I forgot how to move. He suddenly loosened his mouth, but he didn't leave completely: "Hug me." His tone was soft but unmistakable. I didn't want to hug him, but his arms tightened around me. "Hold me." This time it was much tougher. I must have been afraid that he would hit me, so I hugged his back. As if hearing a hazy laugh, he kissed even harder, almost breaking my neck. In the end, neither I nor he got an answer. There was not even a conversation, just a deep or shallow kiss, and the kiss made my lips numb. I never knew he was so fond of kissing. The next morning, I was woken up, and when I was fully awake, the sound was gone. I barely sat up, feeling a sharp pain all over my body, and remembering the reason for the pain, I inexplicably felt a sense of shame about cheating. I was stunned for a while, until it was too cold, and then I remembered that today was Monday, and I had to go to class, and it was already half past seven. Hurriedly rushed into the bathroom, was startled when he opened the door, and hurried out again. Before he could stand still at the door, he heard a voice inside: "Come in." "Said: I really didn't mean to delay, because this chapter has been changed for more than two hours. 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