Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

"Straight...what does it mean?"

"It should be literally, I don't know how else to explain it."

"Then you mean you don't like me anymore?"

"Maybe, I feel like I'm more interested in girls now."

Mu Junchen sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at the snow-white sheet in front of him, and fell silent.

I waited for a while, and seeing that he didn't want to say anything else, I said, "Senior, I'm going back first."

"Since you don't like me anymore." Mu Junchen raised his eyes and said, "Why didn't you mention breaking up?"

I was silent, leaning against the wall and standing by the window, touched the cigarette in my trouser pocket, feeling the urge to have another cigarette.

Mu Junchen got off the bed, walked in front of me with slender legs, leaned on the wall behind me with one hand, and grabbed my chin with the other to force me to look at him.

"Because you know that you are not qualified to break up, right? I have paid so much for you, and you want to leave me, but you feel guilty and burdened, so you can't say it first." Mu Junchen's voice was emotionless, "Yes You bent me, turned me upside down, and you said you were straight again?"

"If you don't talk about breaking up, I won't say either. Then we will continue to entangle. Don't try to avoid me."

He suddenly broke my waist and pressed me against the wall, untied my belt, pulled it out and quickly tied my hands behind my back.

"What are you going to do?"

The zipper of the trousers was also unzipped by him, and the jeans slid down on the instep, and I panicked for a moment.

Mu Junchen said indifferently: "Rape|rape."

"You fucking crazy? I don't want to do it with you! Let me go!"

I don't know why, it was acceptable that time before, but today I feel that every cell in my body is resisting.

"I'm sick, and I like you only when I'm sick."

Mu Junchen threw me on the bed, took out the Rh agent from the drawer, and made rough preparations.

I bit my lip in embarrassment to keep myself from making a sound.

"Huaihuai, ask yourself, do you have any problems?"

He was ready to go.

"No, senior, don't..."

I don't like this and I don't want to do this again.

Mu Junchen: "What you want, what you say is different from what your body says."

Everything in front of me began to shake, like an earthquake, and I closed my eyes.

I was lying on the bed like a pool of mud, and the quilt was soaked with sweat.

Mu Junchen lay next to me and smoked me a cigarette.

"Give me a sip too." I said humbly, my hands were still tied, and I couldn't even smoke a cigarette by myself.

Mu Junchen took a deep breath and took off the cigarette with his slender fingers. I thought he was going to hand it to me, but I saw him put the cigarette on the bedside table.

He grabbed my neck, leaned over and kissed my lips, and took a puff of cigarette.

Smoking by myself and being forced into second-hand smoke by others are completely different things. I coughed violently, and my throat and nose were choked.

I bite him.

Mu Junchen smiled, pinched my chin, put his almost transparent gauze shirt on me, and forced me to sit on him again.

Halfway through, my stomach growled.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Mu Junchen smiled, touched my stomach with one hand, took the cigarette down with the other hand, and spat at me: "Not full yet? The senior will feed you some more."

I:"……"

When it was over, I didn't know what time it was at night. When the belt was untied, my wrist was already red and a little bit broken, and it hurt sharply.

I wanted to clean it up by myself, but Mu Junchen had to follow in, and he started right away.

"Slap!" I slapped him across the face, and five fingerprints quickly appeared on his handsome face.

Mu Junchen looked at me expressionlessly, and said, "Crack!!!"

A harder slap on my ass.

The combination of pain and shame made me furious. I waved my hand and wanted to hit him again, but he threatened: "Try again? There is a beam in the room, do you see it? Hang you on it later and fuck."

This kind of Mu Junchen made me feel very strange, but he was clearly familiar. My chest was stuffy and I couldn't speak, but Mu Junchen held my waist with one hand and started to help me clean it up.

I propped my hands against the wall for a long while, and suddenly felt wronged, two lines of tears rolled down, and I choked out a sentence: "Mu Junchen, you bastard..."

Mu Junchen moved slowly and meticulously, and said: "I'm overwhelmed, you are also a bastard."

The takeaway is shrimp stew, for two people, in a large lunch box.

I sat on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe and held a small plastic bowl, which contained shrimps whose skins and heads had been peeled off by Mu Junchen, and I devoured them hungrily.

Mu Junchen helped me peel the shrimp all the time, and he didn't eat the leftovers until I finished eating.

The room is filled with the aroma of prawn stew, which perfectly conceals another smell that filled the room just now.

After eating, Mu Junchen took a bottle of iodophor to wipe the broken skin on my wrist.

He held a cotton swab dipped in iodophor, moved very carefully and gently, looked down at my wrist intently.

After a while, he suddenly calmed down and said, "Huaihuai, let's break up."

Author: The breakup you want is here. Didn’t expect it, it turned out to be the breakup proposed by Mu Gou, hehehehe