He was silent, and his face was thick, and he still leaned back in his chair like an uneducated ruffian, tilting his head, and looking at me with a blank expression.

Forget it, I've argued with him so many times, but in the end I can't even reach a consensus on divorce, what am I complaining about now? I am still jealous to complain, my heart is like ashes, and complaining again will only make my face even uglier.

I told myself that I wanted to lie down and close my eyes, so I could do it all the time, but Fanyin opened his drunken eyes, opened the cigarette case again, took out the cigarette and put it to his mouth, and picked up the match, and it was about to be lit.

I knew he did it on purpose, he was still sucking in a ventilated area, and as soon as I said that, he ran up to me and deliberately blocked me.

The thought of this made me even more angry, and my mood, which was about to calm down, was lifted again, and I jumped up and grabbed him by the collar, and once again ripped off the cigarette and threw it to the ground, only to be caught in the wrist.

The pain came, and I hurriedly broke his wrist, but I couldn't break it. At about the same moment, I felt my jaw pinched again, and the smell of the mixture of tobacco and alcohol was unappetizing, and I tried to push it, but he grabbed my left wrist again, and with only one hand pressed both of my hands firmly into my palm. He's not light at all. Rou, I was so painful that both arms were trembling, so I had to give in slowly. His other palm pressed the back of my head and wrapped his head around it. The pain made my jaw bone weak and unable to resist by biting him. I hate that he always treats me like this, controls me like this, bullies me, and I also hates myself who can't resist and has a lot of scruples like such a weak chicken, the more I think about it, the more I feel wronged, but I don't even have the ability to endure my own tears.

He's always been a bully, and the more I cried, the happier he became. Fen, the more he is excited. The stronger I become, the weaker I become. I felt a little dizzy, and I didn't know what kind of game he had played, and when he finally relented, I realized that I had been pressed by him on the chuang.

I was finally able to breathe, my nose was plugged, and I opened my mouth like a dead fish, breathing desperately.

But after a few seconds of tranquility, there was softness near the eye sockets. Wet. Moist touch. I can't help but feel sick to my stomach, don't overdo it.

His movements were thus frustrated, and he did not move for a long time.

Although the room was pitch black, I could still clearly feel his body at such a distance of breathing and smelling. The body is tense.

Of course I didn't want him to pounce, and I knew he probably didn't want to, he just knew I didn't like it, so he didn't want me to do it. Therefore, I didn't dare to say anything to provoke him, and I didn't want to make him feel violated by looking at him, so I looked at his arm next to my head, while reassuring myself not to be afraid, he already had a beautiful girl, and as long as I didn't continue to resist, he wouldn't get nervous. But I felt like he was rebelling. Yes, if he really bullied me again, then where can I find trouble?

He froze like this for a long time, and when my heart was almost beating out of my throat, it suddenly pressed down and bitten. Grabbed my neck. The slight dull pain made my body tense in vain, and my injured leg was no exception. The tight muscles pressed against the unhealed fibula, and in response, I writhed vigorously in an attempt to pull out the wrist he was holding on top of my head. But it was a wrong move, and he was really enraged, let go, and instead held down my kua bone. I pushed him with my hands, but I couldn't push him away, and I tried to push with my legs, but only one of them could move, and it really didn't make any climate.

When the pain came, I couldn't help but clench my fists and hit him hard, he ignored me and didn't hide, but he retaliated against me harder.

In the end, of course, I surrendered, because I was trembling in pain and did not have the strength to fight again. He slowed down and softened his attitude. He pinched my jaw with his hand and leaned over to kiss me on the mouth. Almost at the same time, I suddenly remembered the video, the Dr. Shen, and the women, some of whom I still remember, such as Mi Li and Roman, some of whom I don't remember, and some of whom I don't know at all...... I feel disgusting, really, everybody in here, it's disgusting. Not only that, but I, who had two children with him, was also disgusting.

I don't know how long it took for him to let go of his hand and touch my face, my eyes and forehead.

I didn't want to look at him, so I held up the corpse with my eyes closed.

His voice came from his ear: "Lingling? ”

I certainly don't want to respond.

I could feel his face coming closer, his cheek rubbing against mine, a movement that reminded me of his cheetah. I remember spending the whole night with that cheetah. What was the reason for that? Oh, because of a dog.

This incident made me sad again.

At this time, his voice floated over, very soft. Soft, very entangled. Mian: "Lingling......"

I still didn't say anything.

It took him a long time before he spoke: "Did he kiss like this. Pass. You? ”

I couldn't help but be stunned.

I thought he was really drunk.

I didn't answer, and he didn't seem to care, and slowly lowered his palm, asking, "Has he ever been like this. You? ”

I ignored him.

His tone began to be unrelenting, and his palm slapped my face: "You tell the truth, are you with him?" ”

I ignored him, and I felt him kiss my eyes and stick out the tip of his tongue. I was so uncomfortable that I had to open my eyes and glare at him.

"Say it quickly." He stared into my eyes, looking both drunk and sober: "To be honest, make me happy." ”

Looks like I have to say something: "Why am I making you happy?" ”

"I'm scared." He held me and kissed me on the lips, looking a little pitiful, as if Britney was on top: "Lingling...... I'm scared. I know you're not a cousin...... It's not that I can't tolerate this, I know you won't do it easily. Suddenly, he began to talk more: "...... Do you really not love me anymore? ”

I asked, "Are you Britney?" ”

He didn't answer, but urged: "Say it quickly." He slapped my face with his hand, not knowing whether he wanted to fan me or make me sober.

Although it didn't hurt, I did get angry again: "I told you last time, I'm with him." ”

He didn't speak, but he moved and expressed his displeasure in a way that made me hurt.

I gritted my teeth and held back, and my heart was even brighter. I won't fall for him, I know why he asked. He just didn't want to lose, he thought I had been tamed like an obedient dog by him, and I wouldn't run away with other men.

I said, "The answer to the two questions you just asked was 'yes.'" Not only that, but I did to him what you've always wanted me to do. ”

He stared into my eyes.

"Yes." I knew what he was thinking: "I helped him with his mouth, and he was very satisfied, very happy. ”

Sure enough, his face changed, and he grabbed my hair with his hand, and I felt a rush of revenge. "I know you've always liked this, but I think you're dirty. He's different, he's good to me, he's worth it! His fingers tightened and the pain became more and more intense, but I became more and more happy and happy: "I knelt on the ground, knelt in front of him, I didn't feel sick at all, he didn't force me, I took the initiative and more than once. I didn't want to tell you, but you had to ask, and you came to shoot me drunk. Are you angry? Do you feel that your dignity has been trampled on? I'm telling you, that's not all, the last time, that was the one many years ago, we actually did it, otherwise why do you think I have nothing to do to change pajamas at his house? Would you like to hear more about that time? ”

I thought he was going to be so angry that he wanted to hit me, he wanted to kill me, but he let go.

I felt a little unusual and shut my mouth.

He just looked at me with an unusually calm expression, and I started to get nervous, and he finally spoke: "Idiot." ”

“……”

"Idiot."

“……”

"Fool."

What exactly does the "......" want to say?

He suddenly laughed, pinched my chin, and raised an eyebrow: "Stupid pig." ”

I had a foreboding feeling.

He asked, "Do you know when you're the cutest?" ”

I didn't speak. I kept asking myself what I had done wrong.

It's irritating.

"When you're stupid." He let go of his hand and gently patted my face with the back of his hand: "You can kneel with a plaster, you really can. Dry. ”

Belch......

I turned my face sideways and said, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

"Whatever you want." His mouth came back to me, and I kept dodging, and finally I was bitten.

My heart was a mess, and I secretly scolded myself for being stupid. If I had known this was the result, I wouldn't have said that.

He kissed for a while, then relieved himself, his voice became more and more gentle, and his palm lingered on my body, while saying, "It's a scar, and the feeling is really getting worse and worse." ”

I didn't speak.

"She's twenty-four." "The skin is nice and smooth like cheese," he said. ”

What can I say? Could it be that I was only nineteen years old when I argued with him, and I didn't even have a single pox on my body, not to mention scars. Which scar on my body is not due to him? But what do I have to say? Anyway, it's me who is sad or not.

He put his hand on my chin again and asked, "What are you crying about?" Angry? And he said, "What are you angry about?" You're not going to get a divorce? You don't want money and you don't want children, how resolute. Then don't cry, what's there to cry about? It's not that I didn't let you get out at the beginning, you didn't get out yourself, and you blamed me for bullying you. ”

I asked, "So you agreed to a divorce?" ”

"I'm going to sue myself." He said: "If you want to leave me at all costs, why do you take the initiative to give up the rights that the law gives you?" ”

I didn't speak.

I can do sue, and everybody says I can. It was true that I gave up on my own, because I didn't want him to spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital.

I said, "It's really my fault." ”

He laughed and leaned down. Leaning over, kissing my neck while leaning in, he commanded, "Relax." ”