After the divorce, my ex’s brother became very possessive of me.

Nian Zhi raised her neck and instinctively leaned towards the corner of the sofa. Song Wenjing's exquisite facial features were so close to her eyes that she felt her mouth go dry.

But the man reached out and pressed his rough thumb on her lips. His movements were ambiguous but not erotic, stroking her red lips and hooking them, "Because I want you, because you are my woman." , even if you and Ye Jinglan have no substantial relationship, I don’t want to see my woman labeled as another man’s wife anymore, do you understand me?”

…………

Nian Zhi's heart was shaking so much that she opened her mouth to say something, but Song Wenjing removed her hand, leaned over and kissed her lips.

Nian Zhi felt a numbness all over her body.

After a man said "I want you" to you, he quickly kissed your lips. The feeling was so strong that she almost forgot to resist. Song Wenjing pressed her lips with one hand. Nian Zhi's body fell on the sofa subconsciously. Song Wenjing pushed her down on the sofa, pressed her up with her strong body, and used her two long legs to push her down. He spread her legs easily, and his other hand went around her back, slightly lifting her upper body, kissing her skillfully, swallowing her fluids, and arousing those in her body. Lust also made his own breathing rough and heavy.

His breathing was under his control, and Nian Zhi's body trembled subconsciously as the man's wet tongue inserted into her mouth.

Then, she tightened completely, and her slightly opened red lips made it easier for the man to attack. A small moan escaped from the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't help it.

Song Wenjing felt uncomfortable, the desire was too strong and fast.

But it was not convenient to have her in such a place. He sucked the tip of her tongue and waited until Nian Zhi felt numb before letting go. Then he let go of her red lips slightly and breathed.

Nian Zhi realized somewhat belatedly that he had been in a state of confusion and infatuation just now, and it was entirely because of him.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hands were weakly placed on his chest.

"Don't move. If you move again, I won't be able to control myself."

"........."

He stretched out his hand, his eyes full of desire, looked deeply into her eyes, and pressed his forehead against hers. At such a close distance, every time he said a word, his thin lips would brush against hers, and his desire .Wang couldn't suppress it. He knew that he was asking for trouble, but he couldn't bear to let go. "This is the feeling. I want you. As soon as I touch your body, I want you, and you do the same." My touch feels like this marriage you are carrying has formed a shackles in your heart, locking your heart and preventing her from opening the door and letting me live in, but I want to go in so much."

Nian Zhi's body trembled even more violently, and her eyes were wet and trembling. Her voice was hoarse and unbearable, "...you have already got my body, isn't that enough? Why...are you so greedy?" Want it too? This is my last, bottom line... You can't be so greedy..."

"Who said I only want your body?"

Song Wenjing's thin lips fell on the tip of her nose, and she kissed her ambiguously. It was a very light kiss, without any emotion, desire or possessiveness, but it made Nian Zhi's heart tremble too much. The lips that were slightly red and swollen from his kiss were also trembling violently. The man's deep voice was in her cochlea, and every word was imprinted on her heart -

"I want your body, and your heart is mine. I want to live in it, and you can't stop me. This is not greed, it's what I want. How could it be greed?"

"Nian Zhi, why do you have to set a bottom line when you're here with me? I don't have any bottom line for you, and you shouldn't have any bottom line for me either."

-

City B, prison.

People living here, whether they are men or women, there is always only one expression on everyone's face - despair.

Because I can't see any hope, I know that those who come in here will never have the chance to go out. They will die here of old age, and they will have no relatives willing to come and see them.

24 hours a day, they have 2 hours of free time.

Rather than letting loose, for them, it is just like a frog at the bottom of a well.

The sky I saw seemed to always be like this in a corner. The playground, which was almost a kilometer long, was surrounded by high walls. No one could escape from this "death prison". The feeling of despair made me feel... Each of them felt that the air they breathed in had a rotten smell.

It is already the beginning of autumn, and the air in City B is neither dry nor humid. There is not much rain in autumn, but it is very cold. During the break time, people in twos and threes squatted on the playground and had a chance to talk, but there were prison guards holding batons standing next to them. In sharp contrast with the prisoners, these prison guards were all tall and fierce, which made it difficult for them to People simply don’t dare to say it again.

"...Hey, it's been almost 5 years since you came here, right? You've never spoken? Are you originally mute? Or do you just don't want to speak?"

A woman with a withered face suddenly approached another woman with a dull look. Both of them were squatting on the ground. The weather was a bit cold. They were wearing thin clothes, and their lips were cracked by the wind.

The woman was holding a small piece of wood in her hand, and she was drawing something on the ground. One stroke after another, it was something that was incomprehensible. However, she was doing it very seriously, as if the people next to her were talking to her. , she didn’t even hear it.

...

"...Hey, are I talking to you? Are you not a local? Can't you understand me?"

The woman next to her saw that she was always holding a small piece of wood and writing something on the ground. She couldn't understand it after looking at it for a long time. She glanced behind her secretly. The prison guard didn't look in their direction. Originally, They could also talk, so they leaned closer and asked, "What's your name?"

"........."

"Are you disabled?"

"........."

"You really can't hear me?"

"........."

"Hey...are you afraid to speak? I don't think you are disabled. I've heard that someone came to see you every year, right?...How did you get in? Was he wronged? Or was he there? Are there murders and arson outside?"

"........."

"...Actually, let me tell you, after entering this place, there is no way to get out. As long as you have money... there are people outside... My family is already trying their best to find connections for me. Maybe I will get out. I am a native of City B. I see that you never speak, which is so pitiful. Where are you from? If I go out, I can help you contact your family..."

"........."

The bony fingers suddenly paused, and the woman who was drawing symbols on the ground suddenly raised her head and looked at the woman next to her. The woman opposite grinned, her eyes flashed, and after a moment she raised her eyebrows, "... It turns out it’s really not a disability, I knew you must have been silent on purpose. It’s been 5 years, but you can still hold it in. Do you want to go out?”

"........."