[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

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“The sound insulation effect of our house is very good——”

"Oh."

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The lights in the room were dim, and the red curtains were blown by the wind. Song Xin's face was so red that he could bleed, and he faltered, "I——I'm sleepy."

Logan pinched Song Xin's wrist and said, "I don't think you're sleepy."

The suppressed girl's eyes were full of water, and she looked up at Logan tremblingly. Logan bowed his head and kissed her, then got up and locked the door.

Song Xin said in a low voice, "You... What kind of bad taste are you talking about?"

Logan smiled, and pressed Song Xin on the bed. The pillow was soft, and the striped sheets smelled like home. Song Xin smelled very good of English pear and freesia.

"Perfume?" Logan sneered and said, "...It smells good."

Then he lifted Song Xin's home T-shirt, Song Xin breathed tremblingly, and Logan said soothingly: "Don't worry..."

He kissed Song Xin, who blushed and sobbed loudly.Logan grabbed her two slender arms and easily pressed the little girl to death.

The scene was extremely soft, Song Xin didn't even have the ability to resist, but the air was full of her breath, this was the room where the little girl lived for more than ten years, she was here - in the years when Logan was missing, she grew up here, Life.

Song Xin begged: "...you, you take it easy..."

Logan said rudely, "Don't bark."

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The girl whimpered, and Logan said hoarsely, "Keep your voice down...don't let your parents hear you."

Then he covered Song Xin's mouth. Song Xin's eyelashes were wet, and she was trembling from being bullied by a mature and strong man.

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"Well……"

Logan lowered his head to kiss her, and Song Xin kissed him obediently and with tears in his eyes.

The old bed creaked and looked crumbling.

Song Xin sobbed intermittently: "You, you, take it easy...don't make the bed collapse..."

Logan: "Okay."

He grabbed Song Xin and pressed her to the ground. Song Xin's tears were streaming down, and she was forced to cry.

"Do you like me treating you like this?" He said hoarsely, "You are really... a prodigal."

"No, no..." Song Xin curled up her toes in pain, and even the sound of her crying changed.

"To please you..." Logan held her stitched wrist, the girl was sobbing, and Logan coaxed her gently again.Song Xin was trembling so sensitively that she knocked off the book under her pillow with her other hand convulsively.

The comic book fell to the ground with a thud, and Logan saw the cover clearly, and his eyes turned red with lust for an instant.

It's fine to kill her, but when she cries, she feels unspeakably distressed.

Logan covered Song Xin's mouth and pressed her on the soft carpet.

It was his girl, and it had been—always had been, since so long ago.

The next morning, it was raining in Shanghai, and the whole city was covered in the rain. When Song Xin woke up, she curled up in the quilt, feeling that excessive sexual indulgence was really bad, her back hurt and her stomach hurt, and she wanted to cry.

Logan was heating up a meal in the kitchen, when he saw Song Xin lying on the bed, apparently awake, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Xin said in pain: "I seem to understand what it means to die from drought and die from waterlogging."

Logan: "?"

Logan Howlett shook the pan proficiently, turned the fried egg over, and looked at Song Xin strangely.

Straight man, Song Xin thought angrily, this is the kind of creature who can't understand the deep meaning of the words, so they have to break the words apart to make them understand.And even after living 300 years, a straight man is still a straight man.

Song Xin said heartbrokenly: "The mother and fetus have been single for more than 20 years. Once she broke the precept, her essence was almost taken away and she died."

Logan looked confused: "...ah? What do you mean?"

Song Xin said bluntly: "You went too far yesterday!"

Logan Howlett pretended not to hear, and said, "A... Auntie, I have specially prepared a dish for you, and told me not to touch it, and watch you eat it."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin knew it was over as soon as she heard it, she almost wanted to cry.

"I tasted it." Logan said heavily: "I don't think she is suitable for entering the kitchen."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin put on her slippers and came out to take a look. On the table were the glutinous rice cakes and soybean milk fritters that Song's father had bought outside, and a bowl of something dark and ominous, probably braised river prawns.

Song Xin was stunned.

Logan said, "I'll help you eat, don't worry."

Song Xin started to get sick as soon as she heard it: "How can it be! Mr. Xin can't bear to let you eat this kind of thing!"

Logan nodded: "Oh, then you eat."

Song Xin pursed her lips, and said as if she were heaven, "You don't love me."

Logan Howlett was deeply moved, and immediately cooperated with her performance, shouting: "Mr. Xin is so kind!"

Song Xin said with a smile: "Mm - Boss Xin likes you the most."

Logan couldn't help but wanted to laugh, but he tensed his face just in time. Song Xin rubbed her eyes, went to the kitchen and brought braised river prawns, and put them in front of her.

Song Xin went to pour the soy milk and sat down at the table. Logan smiled and said, "What are you going to do today?"

Song Xin thought for a while, then forked a black shrimp, and said, "I'm going to go for a walk."

"Editor Luo gave me this long vacation. Now that I have recovered, I don't want to waste it." Song Xin said thoughtfully, "Logan, before we went to England...Editor Luo once said something to me."

Logan raised his head and looked at Song Xin, the words that Song Xin's father said flashed through his mind.

—His daughter will stand up by herself.

Song Xin bathed in the morning sun, her eyes were clear, and she said to Logan: "He said that the news is not doing charity or showing sympathy, but changing the world."

"He asked me to find what I really care about and what I really want to write." Song Xin looked at Logan, her eyes were shining like stars in the night sky.

"—and everything I write down, every black and white letter I approve of, is a vote for the world I want."

Logan put down his chopsticks and looked at Song Xin. It was a very ordinary living room, and on a very ordinary morning, she was shining with sunshine.

Logan Howlett asked: "Do you know when I first thought you were cute?"

Song Xin looked at him curiously.

Logan tossed the chopsticks in his hand and said, "——When you were interviewing me on the roof, you took a notebook, wrote on it, and asked me some questions about my past."

Song Xin blushed blankly, and said, "It's strange that you're so cute."

"I thought at the time...you were serious and attractive." Logan looked at her intently, and then told Song Xin in a supplementary way: "Of course, thinking about it now, maybe it was because you were gagged at that time, honestly." Yes, even now, you look cuter with your socks stuffed."

Song Xin's eyes filled with tears: "You are really too much!"

Logan picked up a black-hearted mother brand shrimp and shared it with Song Xin. The shrimp tasted sour and frightening - Logan swallowed it tenaciously, and the meat shield was what he said.

Then Logan Howlett reached out to wipe off the sauce from Song Xin's mouth, and said with a gentle smile, "But kid, you look beautiful when you're serious."

Song Xin laughed at that moment.

Logan has never seen Song Xin's smile like this, warm and bright, like the wind in the green valleys of North America, the bright sunshine on Lake Superior, the soft wisteria branches, the sinking meteors and the gentle and gorgeous nebula.

The smile was unreserved, young and full of vigor.

Song Xin smiled and said with crooked eyes, "But I'm a very serious person."

Song Xin was wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and sneakers for easy mobility. She was standing at the entrance of a closed, dilapidated canteen. Logan was standing outside the canteen, holding an umbrella. Water was dripping from Rilakkuma's umbrella. Two kissing little whales were drawn crookedly with blue chalk on the wall.

Logan asked, "Have you figured out where to go?"

Song Xin said honestly: "I don't know very well. I just thought of two places, a dock, and an Internet cafe in an industrial area... There are a lot of people there, there should be some people I would like to write about."

Song Xin firmly repeated to Logan: "—a mutant."

Logan disagreed: "There are many people there."

Song Xin said, "It's because of the crowd."

Logan thought for a while and said, "I'll go with you."

Song Xin laughed: "Then you have to keep a distance away, you are too fierce! I'm afraid that if you stand by, everyone I want to strike up a conversation with will run away."

The fierce-looking Logan nodded to express his approval, but he was not at ease: "Kid, what do you want to write?"

"I—" Song Xin looked at the water curtain in the distance, and said softly, "I want to write something...heavy, something most people don't want to touch."

"They are everywhere in this society." Song Xin stretched out her hand to catch the rainwater, and rubbed her clean fingers, "You and I, even everyone, have come into contact with each other, helped the bad guys...but no one wants to touch them."

"How do those people who are discriminated against, those weak, mutants who are different from you but also discriminated against like you, live?" Song Xin looked at Logan with an unquenchable fire in his eyes.

Song Xin: "What kind of place do they live in? We live in an ivory tower now, but what about them?"

Song Xin said: "In this world—there are so, so many votes waiting for me to vote, so many black and white words that I agree with waiting for me to write, there is a wrong world, waiting for young people to transform it."

Back then, the little hero lost his hero's tights on the busy streets and became a five-to-nine office worker.

However, she finally realized that although the writers of history in this world are heroes, the leaders of history are those who don't even have names. , every tactless brat willing to speak out in protest—every hot-blooded, straight-backed young man.

The young world is recklessness, courage, dreams, ideals and travel around the world; it is a straight back, an unbowed head, and an unyielding soul.

Logan asked, "Where are you going?"

Song Xin laughed, turned her head and smiled at him, "I'll go where I'm supposed to go!"

Did you realize it then?Song Xin asked herself after a long, long time—after those two days, everything could never return to the way it was before.

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