Yesterday was like Death

Sex without foreplay, so painful that I want to swear.

The dry acupoints were constantly being bumped violently, as if even the internal organs were going to be pierced.

The buttocks were sticky, whether it was blood or intestinal juice, or Xi Zonghe's semen, it reminded me of the first time I had sex with him.The only difference is probably that I am a lot more proficient, and I have a better fit with him.

Breathing hot, moving urgently, we are like two wild beasts, biting and entangled with each other.

Following Xi Zonghe's movements, the red mole on his collarbone swayed back and forth in front of me.

I clamped his waist, raised my upper body to lick the two moles, and even nibbled on his protruding collarbone with my teeth.

Annoyed by me, he pressed me onto the bed, forbidding me to move around, and at the same time, he pushed my legs apart, almost to a ninety-degree position, and penetrated deeper into my body.

I threw my neck back and screamed, clawing at his back.

Sweating profusely, the bed was in a mess, and the two flesh-colored bodies were entangled, inseparable.

It's been a long time since I've vented so heartily, the sound of yelling could blow the roof off.

Feeling that the genitals in my body were getting bigger and bigger, and it was on the verge of explosion, I panted anxiously, exerted force on my waist and legs at the same time, and changed the posture to me on top and Xi Zonghe on the bottom.

I clamped my buttocks and nailed him firmly, neither up nor down.

"Who am I?" I pushed back the wet bangs on his forehead.

Xi Zonghe straightened his back and remembered, and was pushed down by me as soon as he made a move.I bit his neck and asked again in his ear: "Who am I?"

Xi Zonghe's voice was hoarse and unbearable: "...don't make trouble."

I trembled all over, almost thinking that he had returned to the Xi Zonghe I knew.But when I raised my head and looked at those red eyes that were so drunk, I knew he hadn't recovered his memory.

Xi Zonghe, who had recovered his memory, would not look at me in such a daze, with nothing to do with me.He would hold my waist and hips viciously, and let me experience the feeling of riding a strong horse from bottom to top.They might even make some sarcasm about me, saying why my riding skills are so poor that I can't even clamp my legs tightly.

"Tell me who I am, and I'll make you comfortable." I licked his earlobe with the tip of my tongue, luring him to speak.

Logically speaking, I shouldn't care so much, but I don't want to be Jiang Mu, anyone can, but Jiang Mu can't.

"Gu Tang..." Xi Zonghe held my buttocks with both hands and kneaded vigorously, matching with his finally erupting thrust, it made me feel pain and pleasure.

The genitals rubbed against the sensitive flesh wall, and every inch of skin seemed to be crawled by tiny static electricity.

He sat up, hugged me into his arms and said again more clearly: "You are Gu Tang."

I hung on top of him, I couldn't say anything more than panting and moaning.Desire makes people sink, and Xi Zonghe's eyes are the same. I close my eyes, but I still feel that I have fallen into a deeper and deeper dream.

On the day Meifang died, it was raining.Her death is inevitable, everyone will die, but some are earlier than others, and some are later than others.

She thought very well. When she was alive, she often explained to me, telling me not to be sad, saying that only when she escaped the pain of the flesh can she be at ease.

I don't know that she is not at ease, but I can't act as if nothing happened and not feel sad.Although Sister Meifang is not my confidante, she is my bosom friend.When she died, the last person in this world who understood me was gone.

I was depressed. When I came out of the hospital, I was exposed to some rain, and when I got back, I had a fever.It was okay to stay up all night in nightclubs before, but after recuperating for two years, my body has become delicate.

I signed the contract with Xi Zonghe, and I didn't dare to be negligent. I ran to the rehabilitation center with a high fever of 40 degrees. As a result, my brain seemed to be rusty, and I had to react for a long time to everything.

"What's the matter with you?" Xi Zonghe frowned and stared at me, as if accusing me of not having the spirit of a contract and being too perfunctory.

I supported my forehead, endured bouts of dizziness and said, "Sorry, Mr. Xi, I'm a little tired."

He probably really saw that my face was not good, so he waved at me.

I thought he had something to say, so I bent down, but he reached out and touched my forehead.

I was a little confused and didn't react for a long time.

"You have a fever." He frowned, "Why don't you even know that you are sick?"

I don't know where, I'm just too lazy to care.

I'm so tired, I really want to take a break.

"I'm sorry." I subconsciously apologized, kneeling in front of his wheelchair, resting my forehead on his lap.

There was silence around for a long time, as if time had stood still.

"What happened?"

A simple sentence, but it is like the secret word to unravel the curse.The heartstrings that have been tense seem to be broken, and the sadness cannot be stopped, and it can only be vented through tears.

"My sister is dead..." I whimpered, my whole body trembling.

He didn't comfort me or get me up, and he didn't say a word until I was exhausted from crying.

This may also be called his gentleness. I am grateful to his gentleman for being able to tolerate my temporary embarrassment.

A ray of bright light suddenly hit my eyelids, which woke me up from my sleep. I covered my eyes with my hands in pain, and my whole body felt sore when I moved.

I was lying on the bed, and in my still blurred vision, I could only see a tall figure standing in front of the window. The sunlight came in from the window, but it couldn't completely cover him, instead making his figure appear darker.

Once upon a time, there was such a scene in my memory.

On the day Xi Zonghe was able to stand up, I woke up and saw him standing upright in front of the window. I thought he was going to jump off the building, so I rushed over and hugged him, but the two fell together, and he hit his waist.

After that oolong, I was scolded to death by him, and occasionally I still find it funny when I think about it.

Chaos' sanity gradually became clear, what was he doing this time?

I woke up suddenly and sat up in bed.

"Xi Zonghe!" My voice was hoarse, and if the volume was any higher, I might have to split my arms.

Hearing my voice, he moved his back full of scratches and turned around slowly.

He wore a pair of pants loosely on his lower body, showing off his well-defined figure.

"Why are you so nervous, do you think I'm going to jump off the building?"

I was a little stunned: "You..."

Xi Zonghe raised the corner of his lips lightly: "Don't worry, I will live well until your Xi Zonghe comes back."

I always feel that there is something different about him, but I can't tell the specifics.

He rubbed his neck and walked to the bathroom, suddenly grinned and hissed, and touched his back with his fingers.

"You scratch too hard." He glanced at me with some dissatisfaction, "Is it a cat?"

His back was criss-crossed with red marks, and I was surprised that I could catch him like this, but I didn't intend to apologize.

"Would you like to see how hard you fucked me?" I said with a fake smile, as if I was going to throw off the thin blanket.

He didn't expect me to be so shameless, a little overwhelmed, he rushed into the bathroom in a panic, and the door slammed loudly.

Hearing the sound of water coming from inside, I sneered, got out of bed, picked up the scattered clothes, dressed, and limped back to my room.

I don't know when Fang Xiaomin left last night, but based on my understanding of him, even if he heard me and Xi Zonghe's erotic palace, he would definitely act as if nothing happened.

After taking a shower, I wiped my face, raised my hand to wipe off the mist on the mirror, and saw a haggard and pale face from inside.

It's like a painted skin that has been sucked dry, leaving only a shell that is about to wither, and the inside is already empty.