The night was already very deep, and even a crescent moon or a trace of starlight had never appeared in the sky like splashing ink, and occasionally a shooting star struck across the night sky, and the white light looked so desolate and miserable. The wind blew with Shu Yijing, and it seemed to be a bit gentle at first, but later it became stronger and stronger, raging on every street with a kind of oppressive aura...
The wind outside the window was still hanging, knocking on the glass window to make a burst of crackling noises. Inside the window, the aqua-blue big ***, two people were entangled to death.
He enters, she retreats, tearing at each other, but inseparable from each other, like two vines clinging tightly together, there is no gap.
The man's rough gasp was mixed with the woman's shallow groan, which filled the night like a melodious movement.
With her eyes closed and her teeth clenched, Ruan Qingqing passively took it, her body seemed to be torn apart, she thought in her mind, imagining that she was being bitten by a vicious dog, bloody, but she didn't even feel it at all. Before it hurts, she stood aside and watched like a bystander, watching this good show from the sidelines.
If the protagonist in the play did not have her, it would be even more exciting.
"Woman, you're not paying attention anymore."
Seeing that she didn't react at all like a dead fish, Tse Zhenting said in dissatisfaction.
A hard volley attempted to regain her sanity, but she still lay there motionless, even the expression on her face did not change at all.
"Ruan Qingqing, open your eyes and look at me."
He paused and said again, what is the essential difference between this kind of her and a mummy
no respond.
His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the red lips showing a gray mark due to the bite of his teeth.
Is she so reluctant to be with herself? What is she dissatisfied with? It was like this in the past, it is still like this, what about the future
"**"
He cursed in a low voice, no longer caring about her feelings, and he rushed wildly. Since the end result was her resentment, there was no difference between his gentleness or not.
With her eyes still closed, her teeth biting her lower lip, a faint smell of blood diffused in her mouth, and every impact seemed to split her in half, and every time she thought she was going to be saved At the time, a greater brute force pushed her to a deeper vortex.
My stomach hurts and hurts, as if I’ve been fucked, my body is swaying uncontrollably, as if it’s falling apart, with big beads of sweat on my forehead seeping out, sliding down the corner of my eyes and sinking into the soft bed underneath. in.
"Tse Zhenting, no, it hurts..."
She murmured, her hands pushed him subconsciously, but she was addicted to desire-the man in the whirlpool was just moving mechanically, not even noticing her pale face.
Time passed by one minute and one second. I don't know how long it took. When she realized that she was about to die, a warm current rushed into her body. The next moment, she passed out.
At the last moment of her consciousness, a faint smile appeared on her face.
It's great, I can finally get free.
Leaning on her chest, Zhen Ting Tse gasped for breath, his desire to be relieved, but his mood was not relieved, he still felt heavy.
Every time he used brute force to get her body, his heart would be more empty instead. For a long time, he has firmly believed that love and sex can be separated for men, just like his absurd life in those years, but now, he doesn't think so, and simply pursues sexual satisfaction, then he and animals What's the difference.
The air was filled with the erosive atmosphere after the joy-love, and feeling her unusually quiet, Xie Zhenting slowly raised his head, the corner of his mouth raised his usual smile, but the joking smile was cold and cold.
"Baby, how is it? There is no problem with my ability to satisfy you, right."
Fingers scratched her nose gently, he said, that delicate little face like a doll seemed to be insufficient.
"Why don't you speak anymore? Angry?"
Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhenting Xie asked again, and his big hand quietly struck her proud chest and played gently. I thought she would yell at her, or let him go directly, but it was Ruan that unexpectedly happened to him. Qingqing was still very quiet, and that silence suddenly made him feel empty.
"Baby, Xiao Qing'er, Ruan Qingqing..."
He called out repeatedly, and his palm kept slapping her cheek, but apart from her increasingly pale face, she seemed to have lost all her anger.
An unpleasant premonition suddenly rose in his heart, put on clothes hurriedly, and put the clothes on her indiscriminately, before thinking about it, he hugged her and rushed out.
At midnight on the street, the silver-gray Mercedes-Benz galloped into the distance like a flash of lightning. Looking at the woman in the passenger seat, there was a trace of distress in his deep eyes that he hadn't noticed.
He was really careless tonight. If he was careful enough, he should have noticed something wrong with her early in the morning.
"Xiao Qing'er, stop, hold on for a few more minutes and we will be at the hospital."
Fingers interlocked, he murmured, supporting her in this way.
No one answered, half leaning on the seat, Ruan Qingqing seemed to be asleep, but that little tangled face hinted at something.
The hurricane along the way, accompanied by the violent sound of tires grazing the ground, the car parked at the door of the emergency center, and the doctors and nurses who had been waiting outside rushed up, and then she was hurriedly pushed into the emergency room by a group of people.
"Ba—"
The lights in the emergency room are on...