Chapter 4: Don't Call Me That

"Xiao Jiu! Little Nine! "In a daze, I wore it back to old dreams! Wake up in a cold sweat,

"Awake?"

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a handsome face that had faded away from its youth and was slightly mature, and its eyes were still as bright and clear as the stars at night.

There was that emotional, nostalgic tune in the room, dim lighting, I was lying on the bed, the top of my head was nineteen, he put his hands on both sides of my head, leaned over, his eyes were only ten centimeters away from me, his black eyes locked on me tightly, the red bottom of his eyes was wet, he had just shed tears? His eyes were so complicated that I couldn't see his emotions clearly, releasing signals of danger.

His rough fingers touched my cold lips and said softly, "Xiaoli, you called my name in your dream just now. ”

I saw that the index finger of his right hand was still empty, and he was wearing a black leather glove. The bottom of his eyes was sour, and tears came out of his eyes.

He grabbed his right hand, put it in his mouth and bit it down hard.

"Xiao Jiu, let me go! Don't let me go back in time! ”

Nineteen suddenly pulled me up from the bed very hard, hugged me tightly, put his head on my shoulder, and bit my throat hard: "If I let you go!" Who will live with me in the past? Well? ”

"Little Jiu!"

"Xiaoli!" Nineteen bit my lip frantically, a kiss like fierce water struck, my whole body was soft, it was a fear of softness, those nights ten years ago were fierce in front of me, I pushed him away in fear, and covered my body with the quilt: "Xiao Jiu, don't do this to me again!" ”

Nineteen heads tilted up and swallowed the tears in their eyes. Then, like a different person, he became ruthless and cold. He pinched my chin and untied his belt with his other hand. I know what he wants to do.

Helplessly, he cried and shook his head: "Xiao Jiu, don't!" Don't do this to me! ”

"You're my woman, why can't I you!"

Xiao Jiu took off his pants like crazy, bullied up, and tore my skirt.

"Let me see how you've been enjoying your husband all these years, huh?"

He grabbed my hands and tied them around my head with his belt, and his hands were reaching under my waist, and I trembled at such a familiar scene! I cried and struggled to resist under him.

"Xiao Jiu, don't! Little Nine! I'm afraid. ”

Xiao Jiu gnawed at my neck, all the way down, I had difficulty breathing, and the terrifying scene in the past made me gasp, and I cried out.

"Xiao Jiu! I'm afraid! I cried violently and shook my head: "Xiao Jiu, I'm afraid!" Not! Not! ”

Nineteen suddenly stopped, looked up and saw me crying violently, understanding what I was afraid of! I understand that I remember those unbearable pictures! He rolled over, loosened the belt tied to my hand, held me firmly in his arms, patted me on the back and comforted: "Xiaoli, don't be afraid!" Don't be afraid, I'm here! Xiaoli, it's all over! Don't be afraid! ”

I sobbed in his arms for a while before my emotions calmed down. Panting and asking him, "What about Mengmeng?" Where's Mengmeng? ”

Nineteen held my face and stared at me tightly. For a long time, a long time, I didn't dare to look at him, and moved backwards,

"Don't move, I haven't seen you in ten years, let me take a good look at you."

A bitterness passed through my heart. Nineteen's lips slowly moved towards me, and I hurriedly turned my head, now that I was married, I hurriedly struggled out of his arms and climbed out of bed, pulling at his torn skirt.

"Xiao Jiu, give me Mengmeng, I should go back."

Nineteen regained his coldness, turned over, propped his head on one hand, and looked at me wickedly. Hooked his finger at me.

I swallowed in fear. "Little Jiu!"

"Xiao Li, don't call me like that, you know, whenever your hook calls Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu, my heart softens."