wife addiction

My heart skipped a beat, and I began to regret my recklessness, and my objection was invalid, so I finally had no choice but to nod in agreement.

I took the umbrella and followed him closely, feeling a little strange in my heart.

I don't know him, and it's impossible for him to know me. Why does this aloof person always give me the illusion that he knows me well?

I couldn't figure it out, and it was difficult to ask. With this doubt, I followed him along the rugged mountain road, through a thorn, and through a forest, and came to an iron fence full of honeysuckle.He opened the fence, we walked in, and through an ancient wooden door, we came to a relatively wide courtyard.

There was a choking smell of smoke.

"Huh, it's really timely." He sneered, and walked up the steps in front of the house quickly, regardless of the still raining.

"What?" I stopped, looked along the smoke, and saw a piece of scorched earth in the courtyard, and the surrounding honeysuckle bushes were also smoking.

"Come in." He opened the door halfway, his voice was low but not dull.

I went up the steps, closed the umbrella, and walked in.

This is obviously a living room. There is a finely carved white wooden door on the east and west sides of the living room, probably a bedroom.

Different from the room I stayed in last time, the main color of this room is golden yellow, with a pure European architectural decoration style. Moreover, there is actually a fireplace on the wall directly opposite the door. The fire in the fireplace has been taken care of by the owner, and it is currently burning Prosperous.

I stood where I was, and the water on my body was wet on the carpet. When I saw the water under my feet, I subconsciously wanted to get out.

"Put on this first, and go over there." He handed me some clothes and pointed to the west door. I froze for a moment, pushed the door and walked in.

This is a luxuriously decorated bedroom, with several elegant oil paintings hanging on the white walls, golden patterns carved on the window lattices and lintels, snow-white silk curtains around the large bed, and a dazzling crystal lamp on the ceiling. Lantern.

I wiped my hands on my coat, closed the door carefully, hurriedly changed into a white nightgown, picked up my clothes and went out.

He was sitting on a white sofa near the fireplace, holding a cup of tea, staring at the flames in a daze.

Hearing me coming in, he glanced at me, then pointed to a small door on the west side of the wall, motioning for me to hang my clothes inside.

I walked in and it turned out to be a bathroom.

After drying the clothes, I came out and stood next to him, waiting for his questioning, but after a long time, he didn't say anything, just stared at the fire in a daze, as if he was seriously thinking about something.

I looked at my watch, it was almost seven o'clock, the rain outside was still loud, and he still didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry," I finally couldn't help it, "I shouldn't be here, I'm leaving right now!"

He turned his face and looked at me inexplicably, and it took a while to come back to his senses: "You really shouldn't come here, but it's still raining now, going down the mountain is tantamount to asking for death."

I looked at the dark night outside and decided to stay, because even if it didn't rain, walking in the woods at night was very likely to get lost.

I took out my mobile phone and wanted to make a call to my family to let them not worry about it, but when I turned on the mobile phone, I found that the mobile phone had no signal.

Is it because it is too far from the city?

But I clearly heard him answer the phone last time.

I checked my phone again, there was indeed no signal.

"Is there... a phone?" I asked hesitantly.

He poked the fire, held the poker in one hand, and pointed to the small table in the corner with the other. There was a telephone on the small table.

I hurried over to grab the receiver, only to find that the phone wasn't connected at all.I hung the phone heavily, feeling a little annoyed in my heart.

Is this person playing tricks on me?

However, he did not gloat, instead his face became more and more serious. Finally, he stood up, walked towards me, looked at the phone, pulled the phone line, and even pulled the phone line out of the wall—the phone line had been blocked. People cut off.

He sneered and said to me: "I'm afraid your family will worry about you tonight."