In the dream, he returned to the tenth day of March when he was sixteen years old. He was dressed in a fiery red groom's outfit, and to the festive sound of "Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix", he walked into the mansion that fascinated him the most.
He ran all the way into the bedroom in the backyard. Under the red curtains, sat the bride he longed for.
"Good sister..." He was so excited that he walked up to the bride and extended his hand, but he didn't dare to lift the hijab. He was so excited that his voice trembled, "Good sister, I finally Got to marry you."
The newlywed under the hijab had nothing to say, she just laughed lowly. Her laughter was so soft that Lu Zhicheng was a little confused as to whether this person was laughing or not.
He was a little impatient, but he finally took off the fiery red hijab. Perhaps he had drunk too much, and he couldn't see the bride's face clearly, but it didn't affect his excitement at all.
He suddenly pushed the bride onto the bed, then he swallowed his saliva and climbed onto the bed. He lay side by side with the bride under the flaming red curtain. He gently held the bride's hand. It was different from what he had imagined. It was a bit big and the joints were a bit thick. It looked like a man's hand. Although he was surprised, he was even happier that the bride did not push him away. He smelled the faint herbal fragrance on the bride's body. , he swallowed hard a few times, then turned around and pressed on the bride.
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When Lu Zhicheng woke up, it was already the next morning. His head was a little dizzy. He frowned and sat up, rubbing his temples with his hands. Just rubbing them, his hands stopped moving. Not only his hands He stopped moving, his whole body was stiff.
He thought of his dream last night. The beauty and absurdity of the dream were clearly reflected in his mind at this time. This dream was so real that he could even remember the details.
He was a little panicked and a little shy. He was already twenty-two years old. This was not the first time he had such a beautiful dream, but it had never been so real. He even still remembers his eagerness in the dream. and satisfaction, as well as the gentle acceptance of the bride beneath her, and her low and hoarse sobs.
Lu Zhicheng's cheeks turned red. He buried his head in the quilt, took a deep breath, and his whole body became even stiffer.
The smell in the quilt was familiar yet strange, erotic yet bloody. He opened the quilt in a daze, and his eyes immediately widened.
The sheets and bedding were covered in dazzling blood.
He was so frightened that he almost fell off the bed. He was so busy that he jumped out of the bed, only to find that he was naked. He felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. He stayed there for a long time, and then he was so busy that he put on a suit indiscriminately. He was wearing a coat and was stunned by the blood on the bed.
In the end what happened
What happened last night
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No matter how stupid Lu Zhicheng is, he still knows that last night was more than just a dream.
Facing the dazzling blood red, I recalled the unusually vivid dream, and the unclear-looking bride in the dream, the bride with thick joints that looked like a man's hands.
He turned around stiffly and looked at the messy soft couch, the already cold pot, and the leftover vegetables and mushrooms. His lips trembled violently.
Where is Zhou Chi
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Lu Zhicheng took a breath. He silently pulled off the sheets and bedding, stuffed them into the cabinet, then got dressed and went out with the curtain.
The sun was shining for three days, and he was blinded by the dazzling sunlight outside. He was so busy covering the light with his hands that he called the guard: "Where is Mr. Zhou?"