When I returned to the hotel, it was already early in the morning, I went to take a shower, and when I came out, Fanyin was sitting on the sofa chair opposite **, holding a glass of brandy in his hand. (Baidu search to the network is the fastest and most stable update) There are wine bottles on the table, and it has bottomed out. I've only been washing for half an hour, is he not only mentally ill, domestic violence, but also alcoholics?

He had a small cigarette between his fingertips, and there were six cigarette butts in the ashtray, so that the smell of smoke filled the room.

I had only been washing for half an hour, and apparently he did it on purpose, and I said, "This is my room, yours is next door." ”

"I'm the one who checks out." He leaned on the sofa and leisurely crossed Erlang's legs: "My wife lives here." ”

"Then you're not allowed to smoke."

"I don't kiss you." He sneered arrogantly.

"Then don't sleep with me." I got under the covers and covered my head, trying to hide the choking smell of smoke.

His hazy voice came from outside the quilt: "You sleep on the floor." ”

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but slowly began to feel suffocated.

Suddenly, someone lifted my quilt.

He quickly pressed down, grabbed the hand I was trying to push him and pressed it to the top of my head.

There was a hissing and the tearing sound of the fabric was heard. He squeezed hard where he had despised just now, and laughed, "It looks like it's about to explode." ”

I wanted to cry in pain, so I turned my head and bit his arm hard.

He pushed harder, and I pushed harder, to the point of tasting a hint of sweetness.

Suddenly, his muscles began to stiffen, and his fingers pinched my jaw and kissed it hard. His mouth was full of the smell of mixed tobacco and alcohol, and it was a mistake to say that he stinked like a dog's mouth. I felt a lot of malice in it, and I felt that this was the means he had decided to punish me, and that it was a bit of a ghost.

He kissed so hard for a long time, until my brain began to run out of oxygen, and he pressed his palm against my forehead, stared at me and asked, "Does it still stink?" ”

I struggled to breathe in the stale air of the room, and had no energy to answer him.

He was satisfied, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were glowing with excessive excitement: "Still reminiscing? "It's so easy to be self-satisfied.

I finally gasped for breath and said, "It stinks!" ”

"Oh." He scratched my cheek with his fingers: "That's not what your face says. I'm really curious, after being married for so long, I still blush when I kiss you. ”

I'm obviously holding back......

He kept babbling, "I remember the first time I you, ah, no. He emphasized in a particularly accentuated tone: "That time it was obviously you who went up to me." The little red face is the fragrance of a little beauty. Do you know what I was thinking? ”

"I don't want to know." Who cares about this?

"I'm thinking, that kid is not shallow, but it's a pity that his wife was fired by me. Budding. He smiled evilly: "Although ** is nothing fun, I feel good." ”

"Don't lie," I said, "you've been confused for a long time after that." ”

"Okay then." He smiled evilly: "That's what I thought after I figured it out." ”

"And what do you mean by that?" Could it be that this personality has begun to schizophrenia?

He pressed it down, put his forehead against mine, and said shamelessly, "The reason why he doesn't do it with you is because he's afraid of this." I'd rather let you stay alive than be the first to be taken by me. ”

"So what?" The body is the same, and I really don't know what he's proud of.

"So......" he rubbed his cheek against my face and said softly, "I won't you, you should be happy, lest your husband be heartbroken." ”

I felt that he had drunk too much, and that he was talking incoherently and incoherently.

Just let me try to see if I can ask something: "When did you first find him?" ”

He didn't speak, he put his face against my neck and put his lips on my neck.

"Don't you remember?"

He bit me.

Then I'll change the question: "Can you feel how he feels?" When he became you, did you know what he did? “

When the laughter came, I couldn't help but be scared.

Suddenly, he braced his arms and unbuttoned his shirt.

I pushed him, but he didn't move, I tried to lift my legs, but he was too heavy. He doesn't look fat, how can he be so heavy!

I turned my leg out and wanted to turn myself into a slippery loach. But he was not affected in the slightest, threw away his shirt, and went to untie his belt. He threw away his pants and finally moved back and grabbed my waist. I quickly pulled my leg out, but it was too late, and he flipped over and threw the bathrobe.

I quickly pulled the quilt over myself and closed my eyes, but he lay down and turned off the light. There was only a glimmer of light left on the terrace in the room, barely enough for me to see his features.

He opened his right arm, put it on the **, half-squinted his eyes, and his voice was a little sad: "Come here." ”

"Don't."

"Cold." He groaned softly.

"Who made you strip so thoroughly?"

"Why do you need to wear clothes when you sleep?" He said, "Come here, good." ”

I didn't go over, I froze to death and pulled him down.

"I'm going to hit you." He grabbed my arm: "Come here and hug." ”

I threw the quilt on him: "I sleep on the floor. ”

His eyes lit up and he clenched my arm.

I screamed in pain.

"Come here." His voice was cold to Antarctica.

"I had a miscarriage for less than a month...... "I started to get scared.

"Come, come." He was visibly running out of patience, and his voice dropped to freezing.

"I'm going to bleed again if I do it now!" I can't die: "And I'm going to break you before I die!" ”

He didn't say a word, but pulled my arm hard and pulled me directly into his arms. I tried to get up, but he rolled over and pressed me, his palm pinching my shoulder. There was a squirming, the quilt was over, and I shivered with fear.

His head was next to mine and he didn't move for a long time.

I calmed down, looked into his closed eyes, and felt as if I had misunderstood. Rubbed his leg against the ...... It's true that I misunderstood.

Well, after drinking so much in one go, he shouldn't be able to harm me physiologically.

However, he opened his eyes suddenly: "What for? ”

"Nothing." I whispered, "Understand what you're trying to do." ”

"Stupid pig."

He closed his eyes again.

After this panic, I couldn't sleep at all, and just looked at him.

He and Britney look completely different when they fall asleep: when Britney sleeps, she often has a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she looks cute. But he was different, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, and his muscles were tense, not at all like a state of relaxed sleep. If Britney's dream is of blue skies and green grass and little lambs, his dream must be blood, killing, and battlefields.

But the way he looks today is in between. His head was pressed against my forehead, his muscles still stiff, but they were relaxed. His arms were around my waist, but not forcefully, but to make people feel safe.

I thought I would have a good fight when I came back today, but he didn't have it at all. I think it's because he started drinking as soon as he walked in the door, and he got drunk straight away. I simply want to build an ancestral hall for this bottle of wine, and kneel down to thank it for incense.

Just as I was thinking, his head suddenly moved, he gently kissed me on the forehead, stroked my back with his palm, slowly slid up, pressed the back of my head, and gently pulled me into his arms. This kind of gentleness is completely different from Britney, and it is still a bit overbearing.

My face was pressed against his neck, and I couldn't move because he was holding him so tightly, and I couldn't see his expression, let alone know if he was awake. I was still a little scared, so I had to stiffen my body for a long time, but he never moved again.

Finally, I couldn't hold back the little bit of unassuming excitement in my heart, and tentatively stretched out my arm, and just hugged his neck, when I suddenly felt a moist softness from my left shoulder.

He's kissing me.

It must have been too easy for people to lose their minds in the dark, and I couldn't help but kiss him on the shoulder.

His arms tightened tighter, but I still didn't feel the pain, because it was a completely different feeling than a stiff grip, and I could even feel myself being pitied. And what is surprising is that he is obviously a madman who is about to estrus when he sees a woman, but at this moment there is a complete zero distance between us, and he has no reaction at all.

But......

If he could have treated me like that, he wouldn't have been so gentle with me.

Maybe he's dreaming, dreaming of whom? amelie？

I didn't allow myself to think about Amelie, because it really made me uncomfortable, and I would rather think of it as if it was just a big guy version of it, which would make it a lot easier for me.

But in fact, I already know too much about her.

The old man who was inexplicably loud, the clothes in the storage room, the closet like a coffin, his mother's words, the day he miscarried me, the stars, and what he told me on the plane......

And the tenderness of the moment.

I already have a vague impression of her, but I don't want to delve into it. Because as long as I don't want to, I won't suffer from it.

It's rare that I haven't been "severely punished" after I "made a mistake", so I can sleep comfortably and don't get along with myself.

I was awakened by the scent.

The bedroom opens onto the terrace from which the aroma comes from. The originally empty terrace was placed on a long dining table, and a hot pot was actually placed on it!

The smell I smell is what it comes from.

Fanyin wore a dressing gown and leaned on the balcony railing to smoke, and it was pouring rain outside the terrace.

I put on my clothes and went over, and was about to pat him, but he had already turned his head and stared at me: "Awake? ”

I pointed to the hot pot and asked, "What is this for?" ”

"Eat."

"What time is it?" Eat such meat in the morning?

Fanyin glanced at me and raised her wrist.

The watch in his hand showed that it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

Belch......

"Lazy pig." He withdrew his hand, turned his head expressionlessly, and continued to spit out clouds.

Well, I'm so weak that it's normal for me to sleep a little longer.

Just as I was about to turn around and sit down at the table, his arm suddenly reached over, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed me into his arms.

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