Chapter 71 (2/2)
It's consolation, it's light, it's the God of his life.
At this time, the God whispered in his ear --
”Xie Xinglin, let's do it.”
Outside the snow is still falling, lightly tapping the French window.
Inside, on the contrary to outside, the air was hot and terrible.
His body, which had covered her, was slightly stiff, and the lines of his muscles collapsed.
She looked up at him. From this point of view, she was lying on the white carpet, her hair was scattered on the edge, her coat was slightly open, showing delicate clavicles, and her scarlet face looked like the first dew rose in early spring. She was beautiful and fragile, with gentle eyes, like water, and could contain everything with her weak body.
She opened her lips slightly, and her beautiful and gentle apricot eyes were a little flattered. She stretched out her white hand and slowly went around his neck. Then she looked up at him, with a very innocent expression and a very pure face, and said something that made her mood almost collapse and crazy.
”I want you.”
”Take me hard.”
No matter what explanation, misunderstanding or gap.
It doesn't matter.
She just wants to be with him now and keep him with her forever.
Maybe she is also a lunatic, not as clean and pure as others say.
Maybe the reason why he fell in love with her was that she just met him when he needed people's care most.
At this moment, even if it's just flesh and body, she also wants to have him.
In this relationship, she may not want to admit it, but when she has no sense of security, she will have many dark thoughts! Law.
Zeng will also be secretly pleased by his deep love, think that he may love himself more, think that he is trapped deeper, think that if there is a day of separation, he will be the quickest one to get rid of, think that he really likes him, but not to the point of irreplaceable.
But until now, she never realized that she could not lose him so much.
In a sense, they are the same.
Only the other side is the medicine.
The only antidote in the world.
Xie Xinglin arm in her side, drooping eyes fixed to look at her, carrying light in the eyes of the undercurrent surge.
The bright light of the moon, which was stained with snow, came from behind him, making his eyebrows and eyes tender and tender.
For a long time, he said slowly with a restrained voice, ”is that ok?”
His palms were dry and hot, his eyes were burning, and he fell on her as if he was about to set her on fire.
She looked up at him.
It was like a god of pity in his eyes.
The God opened his lips and said softly, ”yes.”
He clenched his hand, and his brows and eyes were so deep and gloomy that he seemed to be suppressing some strong emotion.
The holy gods said they could defile her.
He slowly sank down, then lowered his head and used the tip of his teeth to grind her clavicle. One hand stopped at the inside of her arm, sliding back and forth. Then he untied her coat with the other hand, looked up from her clavicle, looked down at her, and asked slowly, ”how about that?”
At this time, there was a dark light in the fundus of his eyes, even a little sick, and then he asked her in a tone of breath, ”is that ok?”
The air vibrated into her ears, and his voice was low and his heart beat faster in the silent night.
Let her breath more and more disorderly, the chest more and more intense.
She closed her eyes, then raised her head, hugged him, sucked on his raised Adam's apple, and even made a bite mark on it with the tip of her teeth.
It's like the best catalyst to ignite the long suppressed desire in his body.
He acquiesced in what he wanted.
In such a moment, his expression was so dark that he brushed her lip with his fingertips, then put his fingertips in a little bit, pressed the tip of her tongue, touched the soft flesh inside her lips, and it seemed to imitate some action between her lips and teeth.！ Her lips were a little red, and her teeth were carrying his long knuckles. Even his fingers went a little deeper and touched his fragile throat. She did not resist. Instead, she depicted his finger pulp with the tip of her tongue, and a pair of beautiful apricot eyes were staring at him.
The hot and humid feeling spreads to all parts along the fingertips. It is clear that he is the dominant person at the moment. He is pressing her, like a cheetah who has been chased for a long time and is exhausted and unable to struggle. He can vent on her, bite and drink her flesh and blood.
But he felt like he was dying.
If you want to draw your neck on this gentle deer, kill it.
His breath became heavy, and his long, cold eyes were dyed red with lust, carrying the pain of struggle and restraint.
Perhaps crazy and sober in such a moment, across a door.
She's the one with the key.
Just as he dropped his eyes, her arm was slightly raised, and she directly stood up, leaning her head against his lips and teeth. Because of this action, the sling on her shoulder was slightly tilted, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.
And then he kisses it as he intended.
It's not a simple kiss, but a vague bite, leaving obvious marks on her sensitive and fragile skin.
The shivering came to her nerves with the tingling sensation. She didn't let herself make a strange sound by gritting her teeth, but her whole body was flushed with pink. She couldn't help looking up and even curled up her toes.
After his initial gentleness and trial faded, he was replaced by his consistent strength and possession.
She shivered with his kiss and lay on the ground, almost ready to turn into a pool of water, staring at the ceiling vaguely.
Mingming looks like she is being swept and devastated, but she feels very safe.
In the face of her, he has always been difficult to maintain reason, although he can still maintain a calm face at this time, but his heart is no different from a madman.
He looked at her, his eyes glowing horribly in the dark, looked down at her, looked at him, covered with mist.
When she looked at him like this, a numb electric current spread all over the body. His throat rolled up and down, and then directly covered her eyes with his hand.
He bowed his head to kiss her, pressed on her thin body, and gasped horribly low.
The palm brushed her delicate skin, and looked down at her delicate and white skin sucked out of the red mark by him, like a fragile petal folded out of the red mark, supporting a thin body under the storm! He was shivering.
Under the instigation of alcohol, his action became a little rough.
He slightly side of his bow tie, the ground scattered with messy clothes, a beautiful atmosphere, the snow is still falling outside.
Her hair was messy and covered her expression. As he lowered his head to kiss her, he could not help but bow up and then reached for his shoulder.
What he's missing is all in her.
Only with her so close together, the heart of the blank will be filled.
He's really complete.
He possessed her like a hysterical madman, even looked down at her, reached for her wrist, and tried to lead her trembling hand to untie his belt.
God fell from the altar, willing to accompany him to fall under him.
It's crazy just to think that.
In the scattered kisses and continuous gasps, his hand touched a touch of cold things on her hand.
The cold touch made him awake, and his scarlet eyes drooped slightly.
He saw in the dark that it was a ring made of a can, which was rusty and tightly inlaid on her hand.
The lines of his body are slightly stiff, and his pupils shrink.
Then he stopped and didn't move any more.
Aware of his sudden stop, she gasped a little, looked up at him for a while, and then sat up, holding his cold jaw in both hands, kissing his jaw, trying to pull him back to the emotion around him again.
He was still unmoved and looked down at her.
She put her arms around his shoulder, half undressed, and seemed puzzled to ask him, ”what's the matter?”
He stared at her for a while, then picked up the coat on the ground and put it on her.
Then he took her hand and brushed the ring of the can with his fingertips. He didn't know what he was thinking.
At this time, it was still snowing outside, which covered the French windows with a layer of snow-white color.
It's like it's back to the snowy Christmas four years ago.
At that time, he was still busy day and night for a little money. He could not afford anything and could not give her anything. Anyone could take her away from him.
At that time, the school radio sounded a Christmas song, and the girl buried her face in the scarf clenched her fists, then tilted her head and laughed! He asked with a smile, ”guess which one?”
He still remembers the smile she showed when her hand slowly opened and the can ring was in her palm.”How about a ring for Christmas?”
”When I make money in the future, I'll put a five carat pink diamond on it to give it to you.”
He had said at that time that he would personally wear the best for her in the future.
She was in the dimly lit room, looking at him silently staring at his hand, as if thinking about something.
She just wanted to laugh at him, ask if he can't do it, and ask if he wants her help.
Then he whispered, ”four years ago, did I owe you a Christmas present?”
Outside the sound of falling snow beat the glass window, you can still see a white sky.
The hand on her side clenched.
When the box in the palm of his hand opened.
The teardrop like pink diamond that slowly appeared in front of her was shining brightly, which made the whole dark room bright.
Printed in her eyes, flash amazing color.
The expression on her face was completely stunned, and she looked down at the thick colored pink diamond.
It's so beautiful that you can't compare any treasure with its luster.
His voice is a little hoarse, falling in her ear, but all the voices in the world are still.
”This is what I met at the auction house in Switzerland last year.”
After a pause, he looked up at her, then with a smile, he said slowly, ”the jeweler who found it wanted to give it to his fiancee, but his wife was not well in winter and didn't make it through.”
”His fiancee named the diamond love medicine.”
She was slightly stunned and held the can ring tightly in her hand.
”It means that love can heal and contain everything.”
He will hold her fingertips, with a very flat expression said, ”his fiancee is terminally ill, but because of his reasons more than four years.”
Xie Xinglin's eyelashes drooped slightly.
At that time, the jeweler was very sad to lose his fiancee. Originally, he wanted to bury this precious pink diamond with his wife forever.
He didn't know what was wrong. He remembered what she said and went to find the jeweler.
Compared with those people who swore to increase the price, he just told him that he also had a lover.
Just now his lover is far away from him!