She didn't answer him, her eyes were obviously out of focus, but they still stubbornly stared in his direction. With tears in my eyes, I repeated over and over again: Shen Zhijie, I don’t owe you, Shen Zhijie, I don’t owe you.
He didn't know how long it had been since he heard someone call him by that name, so he felt a little absent-minded, and listened blankly. After a while, he cursed again, stood up and washed the foam on her body again.
The water temperature was very high, and there was steam in the glass-enclosed bathroom. After being washed by the hot water, her face gradually turned red, and her body was slowly stained with pink. The slightly curly long black hair curled up even more after being soaked in water, and it stuck to her smooth body like algae, making her look like a charming monster just out of the water.
In fact, it is a very attractive painting, but I don't know why. But he had no desire, he just pursed the corners of his lips lightly, rinsed off the foam for her silently, and wiped her wet hair casually. Then he wrapped the person in a bath towel indiscriminately, and carried him out of the bathroom like this.
She had been half asleep and half awake, letting him hold her, until he threw her on the bed, and then made a low muffled sound. He stood by the bed and looked at her for a while, and then he went around to the other side of the bed and lay down. He opened his eyes and stared blankly for a while, then suddenly turned over to her side, stretched out his hand to hook her into his arms, He lowered his head and wanted to bite down on her lips, but seeing her frowning and sleeping soundly, she lost interest again.
He let her go. Turned over and lay back, continued to stare at the roof in a daze, until before going to bed, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he suddenly felt that the stupidest thing he did today was to ask this woman to drink.
The breathing of the man next to him finally gradually became soothing and steady, and he should have fallen asleep, but He Yan still didn't move, and lay there maintaining her original posture. She even tried her best not to blink her eyelashes, which was very uncomfortable, but she told herself to persevere, Fu Shenxing is definitely not a man who is easy to deceive, if she relaxes a little now, all previous efforts may be wasted. .
She forcibly ordered her body to relax, and even persuaded herself to go to sleep so that she could tell the truth, but her brain was a little uncontrollable, recalling over and over again what she had done before and his reaction. Live and die together.
Now, she has basically been able to determine three things. First, Fu Shenxing is Shen Zhijie? Second, is this a man who is soft but not tough? Third, he just likes women who look smart and strong, or in other words, what he wants is to be smart and strong to others, to be strong to others He is a stupid and weak woman.
Very well, she thought, only people with preferences have weaknesses, which is better than the fact that she didn't know anything about him before.
Early the next morning, Fu Shenxing was awakened by a loud bang. His first reaction was to feel for a gun under his pillow. After he found nothing, he realized that he was staying in a hotel. Then he remembered that he was staying in a hotel last night. Not sleeping alone.
There was no sign of He Yan on the bed, he was stunned for a moment, and was about to lean over to look at the ground on that side, when he saw that she had sat up from the ground in a daze, rubbing her head with one hand, The other hand clung to the edge of the bed, and immediately after that, one of her feet also came up, trying to climb on the bed like this.
He half propped himself up, looked at her blankly, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.
When she heard the voice, she looked up, she looked dumbfounded by the shock, she was half-hanging on the bed like this, she seemed to react after being frozen for a moment, let go of her hands in a hurry, and crawled from the ground in a panic up. She was still wrapped in a bath towel, but the towel was barely covering her body. She didn't look at him anymore, but looked around for her clothes. She looked like she was trying to maintain her composure, but the trembling man couldn't even grab the bath towel. The hands revealed her thoughts.
He was half lying on the bed, looking at her quietly, and suddenly felt that she was cuter when she was drunk last night. But he couldn't see her embarrassment, so he reminded lightly: the clothes are in the bathroom.
She froze for a moment, grabbed the towel and hurried to the bathroom, and there was no movement for a long while. He couldn't help but walked in to take a look, and saw her squatting in the bathroom, staring blankly at the wet clothes spread out on the floor. Hearing his footsteps, she subconsciously looked up, her eyes fell on his naked body, and she froze for a moment, then moved away in shame and indignation, but her cheeks couldn't help but blush.
What are you blushing for? It's not the first time I've seen you. He smiled, and even though he said that, he stretched out his hand and pulled a bath towel around his waist from the side, then looked down at her soaked clothes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said nonchalantly: Just take it and wash it.
But what am I wearing now? She questioned angrily, and realized that she had made a slip of the tongue after speaking, so she closed her mouth tightly again, lowered her head and picked out the underwear first, intending to put it on while enduring the damp and cold.
With a flick of his toes, he kicked the underwear off her hand, looked at her with a smile, and asked: Was it me who was drunk yesterday? Am I the one who threw up while holding the toilet? how? I was kind enough to help you take a bath, and you complained
She didn't answer, but she couldn't help the red eyes, she didn't pick up the underwear that was kicked on the ground for him, and directly picked up the wet clothes to wear. But he still refused to give up, and still picked up the clothes with his feet, like an unreasonable big boy, and said a little willfully: I said, let someone take it away and wash it.
But I can't go out wrapped in a towel! Her voice trembled faintly, and her face was also red, not knowing whether it was from anger or shame.
Then don't go out. He said, seeing her bent down to pick up the wet clothes, he seemed to be a little angry, grabbed her, lifted her half-carrying to sit on the sink, leaned over and approached her, and gently tapped her fingers. Scratching on her collarbone, she asked sinisterly: He Yan, didn't you come to show weakness? Why are you still so disobedient
She took a deep breath, her chest heaved violently, and after a long time, she gently pressed her head against his shoulder, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, I just came to show weakness to you, I surrendered, I begged you for mercy, Please have pity on me. Fu Shenxing, give me some hope, okay? Tell me that one day I can escape this nightmare, or, that I can die happily.
He was silent for a while and didn't answer her, but his palms slid up along the side of her neck, supported her face, made her raise her head, and then lowered down to cover her lips. Her body trembled slightly, but she didn't refuse him, she opened her teeth slightly, and let the tip of his tongue in.
This is the third time he has kissed her.
The first time was in the villa in the middle of the mountain. After he had just vented, he kissed her in a strange way, and she almost bit off his lower lip. The second time was on the night of her birthday. Not only was she unable to resist, she was even forced to respond to him, enthusiastically but full of helpless resentment. But this time, she neither bit him nor responded, but trembled slightly, letting him do whatever he wanted.
It feels better than ever.
He straightened up and looked down at her, and the long-suppressed desire came back again, and he groped down the curve of her side with his palm, without hesitation, he lifted one of her legs and put it on the edge of the sink, and was about to reach out He pulled the towel around his waist, but didn't want her to grab his wrist.
She seemed to be a little frightened, and quickly let go of her hand again, without showing her teeth or claws, she just flinched back and begged him in a low voice: Don't, I don't feel well today, really, please, please.