C114 (1/2)
The intense training and psychological pressure these people were under made them feel exhausted. Five minutes later, Xia Xinxin heard snores of all sizes rising and falling.
The sound of her snoring was like thunder, causing her to be unable to sleep at all due to the restlessness in her heart.
She wrapped her body in the old quilt and sat on the mat, looking at the moonlight shining through the small stone window. She thought lightly, What is that man doing now? Would he miss her for a moment?
As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, she immediately felt that she really was ridiculous.
With a mocking smile, he thought to himself that at this moment, he must be gently embracing her, doing his utmost to create a special movement between a man and a woman, enjoying being promoted by others. The love of fish and water!
She was annoyed at the thought of him kissing another woman.
It was for him, and also for himself!
Even though she knew that he didn't care about her at all, she still thought of him from time to time!
His previous determination seemed to be disappearing gradually on this island!
It can't be like this! She must not have any illusions about him!
Otherwise, she could only go back with her tail between her legs and willingly let him bully her!
And that was definitely not the life she wanted!
As a result, he pinched himself a few times. On the inside of his leg, that sharp stabbing pain caused him to struggle free from that inexplicable longing.
Leaning against the wall, closing her eyes, she tried to make herself go in slowly. He fell asleep.
Just when he felt a little confused, he heard another wave of strange sounds.
wheeze. Breath, like the collision of lips and teeth, yet also like the body. The sound made by the body chan.
She frowned, but after a moment's thought, she already knew what the sound was.
She wasn't an innocent girl who didn't understand human nature. She was simply too familiar with that kind of voice.
It must be because it was in the prime of their lives and the demand for that area was extremely high, that people were able to randomly gather and release too much of their physical strength.
She blushed, feeling that the small room was filled with the unique scent of men and women.
It made her feel nauseous, but it was followed by deep pity.
On this island where every second was fraught with the danger of death, perhaps the special movement between a man and a woman was the only way they could temporarily forget about using their own bodies.
In order to not let these sounds disturb her rest, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.
It was just that the quilt was too thin, and the warmth and coldness of the wall seeped through bit by bit, causing her to feel incomparably cold.
It didn't take long before his body started to tremble and his teeth collided with each other.
She forced herself to think that she was still in that room, which was as warm and comfortable as spring.
Fantasy worked, and gradually she began to feel less uncomfortable, and sleep crept up on her.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt a large palm land on her body.
She woke with a start, knowing what was going on.
But she did not move, only waited in silence.
The large hand caressed the darkness, accidentally touching her cheek. It immediately bounced off, leaving her with an ice-cold and coarse feeling.
It reminded her of a cold snake with a tough skin.
She still did not move.
Thus, after a few seconds of silence, Big Palms could no longer hold back the silence. Lonely, he began to move.
It slid down. Hold on, then slip through the quilt...
She gave a cold laugh as she gently moved her wrist. A miserable scream resounded, cutting through the darkness and drifting around the small stone house. That sound could be said to have lasted for three days and actually did not die out for a long time.
Xia Xinxin was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit. She only wanted to cut that hand, but she didn't expect to cut off the man's hand with a light stroke.
When her hand fell into her arms, a stream of smelly, hot blood sprayed all over her face.
This saber was too powerful!
She threw the big hand out of the window, then groped her way to the island, where the clothes she'd slipped into the cracks in the wall were wiping her face, neck, and hands.
When she felt that it wasn't too sticky anymore, she stuffed the clothes back into the crevice.
After finishing all the work, he felt that the stone house was surprisingly quiet.
The screams were gone, the snores were gone, and the men and women were warm. Concealed Light's voice was also gone. In such a large room, she could only hear her own coarse and shallow breathing.
Afraid that the man would seek revenge and come back, she did not dare to fall asleep again. She held the machete tightly in her hand and waited in silence.
The night was cold and long, but through her torment, she finally saw the first glimmer of dawn.
When the light was finally sufficient for her to clearly see the scene in the stone house, the seemingly calm her was actually shocked and regretful to the point that her heart was slightly trembling.
No wonder that person didn't make a sound after a few howls. So he was actually dead!
He was a heavyset black man, lying on his stomach, his neck bent strangely, his eyes wide in horror, the blood on his severed wrist scabbed and crusted, the ground a pool of blood that looked as if he had lost too much blood and died.