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My face was burning, and I was defeated by Zhuo Yang's vulgarity again.
But I was just a stubborn person. Even with a gun pressed against my waist, I still didn't know how to beg for mercy.
"What does it have to do with you if I'm tight or loose?"
After saying this, I just wanted to bite off my tongue.
Not busy... Someone else is already busy and I'm doing it for you.
Zhuo Yang bit my lips.
He has always been heavy-handed in bed, and when he touched my lips, he bit them directly, like a ruthless beast. I felt the pain and took a step away, but he pulled me into his arms more intimately.
This time, Zhuo Yang was much gentler.
He licked my lips, seeming to enjoy the taste of blood in my mouth.
I thought, I am a spineless person, or maybe I have really reached the age of thirty when a young woman is as vigorous as a wolf and a tiger. After being licked and touched by Zhuo Yang, my whole body suddenly began to burn uncontrollably.
As if sensing my sensitivity, Zhuo Yang chuckled in my ear.
Haha, your sister!
I glared back, but felt my legs and feet go limp. I don't know when Zhuo Yang let go of me, and I slowly slid down.
This was a very difficult move. I was almost supporting myself on the table with my back against the wall. My legs were hanging high on the man's shoulders without touching the ground. This made me feel very insecure and a little scared.
I saw Zhuoyang’s eyes in mid-air, dark and flashing with a familiar light.
I think... only at this moment, I am the happiest.
I am in his eyes.
When I felt the familiar warmth coming from below, I couldn't help but hiss... Well, I'm still in his mouth...
It had been a long time since I had received any rain. Now, with a simple shower, I flew to the place of white light.
Zhuo Yang pinched my legs so hard that they almost broke. He took a deep breath for a long time, and only when I completely softened did he put me down and kiss me.
The sour taste, I tasted my own taste in his mouth. The inexplicable lustful feeling made my legs and feet sore that I could no longer stand up and could only lean on Zhuo Yang's body pitifully.
And he did not let me down. He bent down, picked me up and walked towards the bedroom in the inner room.
I woke up suddenly when I was thrown on the bed.
Or maybe it can be said that after being satisfied by your lips and tongue once, my mind became much clearer.
I pressed down Zhuo Yang's hand as he was pulling at my petals to get his hard object inside. I gritted my teeth and firmly resisted this charming temptation.
"How long was your last sexual experience?"
Zhuo Yang's face turned dark and he directly moved my thighs apart.
"Stop talking nonsense."
I shook my head, as if I was mad at someone, and pressed my legs together tightly. Zhuo Yang tried for a long time, but finally gave up and sounded a little helpless.
"An Yue... what are you doing?"
I took a deep breath, but did not give in.
"When was your last sexual experience? You haven't had a health checkup in a long time? How do I know if you have contracted some strange disease?" I know Zhuo Yang's personality. He will definitely want to win tonight against a spineless person like me... Since I can't escape... I don't want to suffer in vain...
I asked the questions I had always wanted to ask in one breath, and then Zhuoyang released his hands that were pressing on my legs.
he-
His eyes were blazing with fire, as if he wanted to swallow me up.
That night, Zhuoyang didn't swallow me.
His face was as black as coal, as if my questions were unreasonable. He lowered his body and prepared to make a move.
However, I had not been doing a lot of exercise at Wenli's gym in the past few months, so I stretched out my legs and hit Zhuoyang right in the core.
He softened.
His face turned even darker.
That night, Zhuo Yang slammed the door and left.
I understand Zhuo Yang. When a man is stabbed at the happiest moment, the pain is doubled.
But... I don't sympathize with this man at all.
Some time ago, we went to bed in a daze. Although it happened after our divorce, I have to say that I still have some fantasies about him.
After all, we are acquaintances, and his skills are pretty good. I just think of it as finding a fireball friend.
However, this ruthless friend stabbed me without mercy for his bitch San.
I pulled the bloody wound and wanted to circle and cross him...
I guess I'm sick.
Zhuoyang didn't come to see me for a few days after he left.
I thought that this person's mind was not very stable. He might have suffered a setback outside, so he came to the arms of the Virgin Mary to seek some comfort.
So thinking this way, I no longer paid too much attention to him.
I continued to go back to work.
But I haven’t seen Song Yu for a long time, and I’m a little scared.
I called him but he didn't return my call, so I called Li Ruobing out of worry.
What I got was that Song Yu's incident had caused too much trouble and he had been secretly sent out of the country.
I think…
It's good to calm down like this. At least he is healthy and normal now, and I don't need to worry too much.
However, a few days later in the evening, I received a phone call from a strange person.
"Yueyue..."
"Song Yu?" I took off the mask on my face and said in surprise: "Aren't you hidden away abroad?"
"Yeah." Song Yu's voice was a little negative. "Zhuo Yang is too much... He actually told my dad..."
Song Yu's words and actions reflected his deep dissatisfaction with Zhuo Yang, and at the same time he expressed his deep apologies to me.
"Sorry... Yueyue... I thought I could handle it..."
What can I say... He is the only one who is so fearless? I stayed where I was, watching him walking hard ahead.
The more you talk, the more mistakes you will make.
I remained silent.
After Song Yu had been talking for a long time on the other end, he suddenly made a promise slowly.
"Yueyue... Don't worry... I will come back..."
Song Yu's Wolf-like words made me laugh. I sighed and couldn't help but tell him the truth.
"Song Yu... Don't be so nice to me..."
I used to love Zhuo Yang with all my heart. They always say that people in this world are becoming more and more selfish, and everyone wants someone who loves them wholeheartedly and recklessly. Everyone thinks this way, so there are very few people who really give their love.
Because I have given my all to someone before, I understand Song Yu's thoughts better at this time.
But, because I have been through this, I cannot give Song Yu a bright future, so I want him to understand the cruelty of reality.
Rather than letting him sink into the mire, it is better to let him understand from the beginning...
We can't.
I think... this may be the essential difference between Zhuoyang and me.
If I don’t love you, I won’t have any thoughts about you.
"I'm divorced and older than you... We're not suitable for each other..." I seriously summed up the differences between him and me.
"Just because of these two reasons? You think we are not suitable?" Song Yu's voice was calm and went straight into my heart.
"I thought these two reasons were enough?" I added cautiously.
"Not enough! Of course not enough!" Song Yu yelled on the other end, he seemed very angry.
"You know nothing... You can reject me... But you can't sentence me to death for two simple reasons... If that's the case... I won't accept it..."
Aren’t these two reasons enough
Then I'll add one more.
"Then... what about the reason that I don't love you?"
There was no sound on the other end of the phone for a long time.
I sighed and started talking without caring whether Song Yu was still listening on the other end.
"Song Yu... your life is different from mine. You are the rising sun, but my heart is already the setting sun... You are so brilliant, so sunny, and totally different from me. I can't keep up with your pace. Even if you walk towards me, I will be hurt by your brilliance... You... You deserve a more vibrant love... instead of my scarred heart."
Later, I hung up the phone.
For a long time, Song Yu didn't give me any news.
Although it's a little strange, I think this is the best ending for both of them.
Apart from Song Yu, the unstable factor, what makes me more uneasy now is Zhuo Yang. Although he didn't come to me, and it seems that he was just talking about taking back the house... But I have too many uneasy feelings in my heart because of him...
I returned to work and found myself even busier.
After seeing me start working, Ding Wei assigned me to a case under Excellence without hesitation.
I once suggested that I was not suitable for working with excellence.
But Ding Wei looked like there was nothing she could do.
"What can I do? Ninety percent of our studio's cases are outstanding... You see, everyone is busy with outstanding cases now, so it's impossible for me to make an exception for you..."
I couldn't deny it, so I had to admit it.
Moreover, Ding Wei took my feelings into consideration and asked me to follow up on some small advertisements under Excellence.
Because the collaborators are all newcomers, everyone gets along well with each other.
In short, without the flashy big names like Hu Ling, I feel everything is going more smoothly.
After a while, I had completely forgotten about Zhuo Yang.
Because I am so busy every day that I fall asleep as soon as I get home.
Especially the director of the movie "Chewing Gum" that I worked with recently was very picky and had no sense of time.
He would always have a lot of inspiration in the middle of the night, and then wake me up in the middle of the night to explain the scene and clothing settings.
Many times, I really wanted to slap him in the face.
After being woken up at three in the morning for the fifteenth time this month, I didn't even have the energy to curse.
"Director Liu...what happened this time?"
I sighed, reached for the small notebook beside the bed and began to write down the inspiration of this fussy director.
Sure enough, there was another round of chattering and a collision of inspiration and creativity. I was almost drowsy listening to it. I finally caught a few key points and wrote them down. When I was ready to go back to my warm bed, Director Liu on the other end suddenly lowered his voice and whispered to me: "Miss An... An... An Yue..."
"Anything else?" I yawned.
"Oh... so... our commercial was finished this weekend..."
Thank God, I'm finally free.
"Congratulations." I said sincerely.
"Well... An... An Yue... I want to invite you to watch a movie this weekend, okay?"
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