thorn

Wuyue resigned shortly after the divorce. The rumors and gossips caused by her colleagues' various reveries about her divorce are only superficial reasons. The real reason is that Wuyue knows that this job has no future.She has always voluntarily given up her own excellence in order to show favor to others.When graduating from university, because her boyfriend didn't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination, Wuyue was afraid that her higher education than him would lead to a breakup, so she also gave up the postgraduate entrance examination.When she entered the workplace, Wuyue was afraid that her job would be better than her boyfriend's, which would make him dissatisfied, and she was also afraid that her outstanding performance would cause dissatisfaction among colleagues around her, so she only found the most ordinary job, and worked as the most ordinary job in the company every day. staff.

Day after day, the former boyfriend and later husband did not like Wuyue more because of this, and she did not leave a better impression in the eyes of her colleagues except that she was "fancy but not useful".

Wuyue's life is like living in a slow suicide where she kills herself. She writes novels because she thinks that if one day she dies, someone will still read the text she left Will know that someone like her has lived before, and she will not die alone without a sound and a sound.Writing a novel is a lot like euthanasia.Of course, writing novels is also her current source of income, which is why she can resign without any scruples.

Wuyue not only has a beautiful face, but also has a particularly curvy body. Although she is only the middle height of a girl, she looks extra slender and well-proportioned because of her good proportions.Her neck is especially beautiful, like the throbbing beauty of a ballerina when she slowly tiptoes.After Wuyue had real freedom in life for the first time, that is, divorce and resignation, what she did every day was to clean up the room, and then read and write books.She no longer has to play any role to please anyone, she just needs to do what she likes to do.

During this period of time, Wuyue met a netizen named Yun Xiang. They met through the reader comment section of Lewen.com.Yun Xiang is Wuyue's favorite author Yun Luoti's big black fan. He wrote a lot of sharp criticisms under Yun Luoti's article. Personal attacks, calling Yun Luo "trash" and "garbage".

Yun Luoti is the number one author on Lewen.com, and also the author with the most exposure and participation in commercial activities.Some people criticized his commercialization, saying that he worshiped money and only wanted to make money.Some people also said that he didn't really write it himself, but used Yun Luoti's pen name to find a gunman to write it for him. Yun Luoti is actually a trademark operated by Lewen.com, behind which is a whole team of writers... and so on.

None of this prevents Wuyue from liking Yun Luoti. She has been with this author for ten years, and has been reading since the first book Yun Luoti wrote on Lewen.com under this pseudonym.She simply admired the author's talent. To be able to write such a book, Yun Luoti must be an all-knowing and omnipotent god.

Wu Yue is his little fan. Seeing Yun Xiang crying like a black cloud, she couldn't help but speak up for her, but unexpectedly made friends with Yun Xiang.They found that they had a lot of common language with each other, and after that, Wu Yue and Yun Xiang would chat online for a while at nine o'clock every night.

At nine o'clock this evening, Wuyue quit Yun Luoti's latest serial "Black Cliff" that she was chasing, and just about to send a message when she opened the chat software, she received a message from Yun Xiang: [hi~]

Wu Yue couldn't help smiling at the screen, and typed: [I was just about to send you a message]

Yun Xiang: [Sync again]

Wuyue: [I didn't sleep well last night]

Yun Xiang: [What's the matter]

When Wuyue buried her head in editing the text, Yun Xiang suddenly sent two consecutive posts: [No more chatting] [See you tomorrow], and then quit in seconds.Facing the darkened head, Wu Yue couldn't help feeling a little lonely and worried.

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Yun Xiang's face was pressed against the cold wall again, and his hard hands grabbed the hair on the back of his head, lifted it and pressed it, so hard that he thought his scalp had been ripped off.The smell of tobacco and alcohol on Ling Wei's body was very strong, and there was also some unknown smell mixed with it, rushing to Yun Xiang's nostrils.

In this disgusting smell, Yun Xiang felt his stomach churning again and again accompanied by the extreme pain in all parts of his body—finally, he vomited out with a wow.Ling Wei was obviously disgusted, so he picked up the untied belt and lashed Yun Xiang a few times. If it wasn't for Yun Xiang's vomit that made him sick, he wouldn't just hit him a few times.In the end, he kicked Yunxiang hard on the back and left.

Yun Xiang endured vomiting and body pain, and slowly stood up from the ground with support.After being beaten a lot, he can know the extent of his injury, whether he just needs to apply medicine at home and wear a bandage, or whether he has to go to the hospital.Luckily tonight, he vomited, which made Ling Wei feel dirty. It didn't take long for him to be beaten, and he was not injured enough to need to go to the hospital.

Yun wanted to put on his clothes, and fetched a rag to wipe off his vomit, but as soon as he bent over, the pain in his back made him jerk violently. It seemed that he couldn't clean it up now.He came out of the bathroom, walked around the house, confirmed that Ling Wei had left here, and then sat numbly in front of the computer, habitually lighting a cigarette between his fingers.The computer was not turned on, and the lights in the room were not turned on, only the light from the cigarette butts and the moonlight outside the window hit the people in the room.

——I can't see the face clearly, I can only know that the skin is very white, so white that it reflects the cold light.

Yun Xiang waited until the whole cigarette was almost burnt out before taking a puff, and then turned on the computer. The computer was in standby mode, and immediately jumped out of the previous user interface. It was a manuscript being edited, and the title of the manuscript was "Black Cliff".Yun Xiang slid the mouse wheel to review the above plot, and then began to write down quietly.

He had just typed a few words when he heard the sound of unlocking the door.Yun Xiang closed the computer with a snap, and almost immediately jumped up, grabbed the phone, opened it, and sent several quick text messages.Closing the computer, standing up, grabbing the phone, and sending a text message are all done almost at the same instant, all due to long-term repetitive conditioning.

Ling Wei went and came back again. It turned out that he just went downstairs to smoke a cigarette, blow some air for a change of air, and wait for Yun Xiang to clean himself up before coming back.The light in the living room was turned on, followed by the bathroom. It was obvious that Ling Wei was looking for someone everywhere.He also rushed out of the study room, and when he was about to lose his patience, he saw the living room that was empty just now, and Yun Xiang was already standing there.

Yun Xiang was shorter than him, and his head was not too low, and the upper half of his face was just hidden in the shadow cast by the light above his head.From Ling Wei's point of view, he could only see the two extremely beautiful patches of red on that face, like bright red dripping into curd milk, arousing evil thoughts.Ling Wei just wanted to fill up his mouth immediately, and he really did.

Yun Xiang was grabbed by the hair by him, and fell to his knees in pain and submission.After a while, Ling Wei lifted Yun Xiang up, patted him on the face and asked, "Is it cool? Do you just eat this and not vomit, and eat other things? How many men do you need to find to feed you every day? "

Yun Xiang closed his eyes and didn't respond to the harsh words. He only curled up defensively when he was slapped and punched.

Ling Wei: "Is that how you serve others? Those who pay you for fun never said fuck you like a corpse? I'm different from them, right? You've slept with me since you were a child, and it's the first time Mine, you should be more skillful in serving me than serving others, right?"

Yun Xiang didn't say anything until later he also lost his response to pain, just like what Ling Wei said, like a dead person.

Ling Wei threw Yun Xiang on the bed, and went to the kitchen alone to find water and smoke.At this time, the house was unlocked for the second time and entered from the outside.After seeing the person coming, Ling Wei was not surprised at all, rather he was waiting for this person to come.

It was Lu Meng, Yun Xiang's editor, or rather his manager and life assistant.After receiving several consecutive mobile phone messages from Yunxiang, Lu Meng rushed over as fast as possible. Both he and Ling Wei had Yunxiang's home key, and they could both open the door and come in directly from the outside.As soon as Lu Meng came in, he was anxious to find Yun Xiang, wanting to confirm Da Da's safety, but bumped into Ling Wei who was walking.

"Ling...Brother Ling," Lu Meng's tongue trembled, coupled with his thin body and shy expression, he looked like a quail.

Such a person is not enough to look at in front of Ling Wei, but why does Yun Xiang ask him for help instead of looking for others?Because Ling Wei came to Yun thinking not only for sex and violence, but also for money.Ling Wei asked Yun for money, and Yun wanted the money to belong to Lu Meng, so Yun wanted Lu Meng to give the money, once it was done, in exchange for a short period of peace.

Ling Wei gave Lu Meng a soft persimmon he had just found in the refrigerator in the kitchen, and jokingly said: "Meng Qiqi, every time I send money, I give you a persimmon."

Lu Meng was devastated, but he didn't dare to complain, he just murmured, "What about you? I, I want to go and see him..."

Ling Wei: "He can't bear it. It's much more serious than this. I didn't see him die. Maybe he likes it. It's cool after the pain. Don't disturb him."

Lu Meng tried to move towards the bedroom without attracting attention, but Ling Wei gave him a stare and was too frightened to move.

Lu Meng: "If you want money, the manuscript fee for this month has not yet..."

Ling Wei: "Don't try to hide it, I can find out how much will be credited on a given day, and transfer it to me."

A trace of hatred appeared on Lu Meng's face, and he began to argue: "I'll go and tell Da Da first, his money... I can't transfer it all to you without telling him."

Ling Wei casually looked at the little editor for a while, and smiled: "Don't be disgusting, pretend to care about Yun Xiang, and you will be the first to fuck him to death if you have a chance."

The author has something to say: Thorn is a setting of heterosexuality and mutual attack. Because it does not belong to any of the five sexual orientation categories of "romance, pure love, lily, female queen, and no cp", it is temporarily listed as pure I love the label, and I will adjust it when I have a suitable sexual orientation classification in the future.It is also placed under pure love because this story is easier to be understood by people who accept that homosexuality and heterosexuality are equal.