Chapter 116 (2/2)

It's just that it's broken, the arm's broken in two, and there's a deep crack in the base.

It turned out that it was a gift he had prepared for her.

However, it was broken by her own hands.

“…… It's beautiful. ” Su Rui was stunned for a long time before he closed the box and looked at Mo Fanya with a smile. ”I like it very much. It's the best birthday present I've ever received.”

Just look at it, it seems to be able to go back to the old days, and that day, some road crazy opened the door and looked at the girl who was beating the drum in the hall.

At that moment, the girl's face had been engraved on the crystal, so vivid.

”It's broken. I'll give you another gift...” Mo Fanya low protest, still determined to take back the brocade box.

Suri quickly hides it behind his back, and mofanya leans over to grab the brocade box. However, due to Suri's action, he bumps into Suri's body. Suri can't do anything, but mofanya directly presses him to the floor.

The bathroom is not big. The floor is made of terrazzo. It's cold. The tap that hasn't been tightened is dripping. It seems to fall in my heart.Mufanya did not get up. His arms were on her left and right, looking at her from above.

His expression was so focused that Suri couldn't move at all.

”Fanya.” She called him tentatively.

Mo Fanya suddenly lowered his head. When Suri was caught off guard, his whole body covered her. However, he didn't kiss her or do other superfluous actions. He just buried his face in her neck socket and breathed.

Heavy breathing, with the sweetness of champagne, and the refreshing taste of movaya, blowing her skin.

Suri's hand is on his shoulder, but dare not move.

At this time, Mo Fanya, who was lying on her, let her go back to the night when they almost eloped: pure and fragile. Like a big kid who plays truant and doesn't come home.

Unfortunately, they are no longer children.

Never again.

”It's OK.” Seeing that mofanya was suddenly silent, Suri was a little worried.

She knew that mofanya's wine was very good. Even if he was drunk, he was just sleeping. However, he was in a bad mood just now. Moreover, the floor was so cold that she could not leave him to sleep here alone.

Besides, if they stay in the bathroom too long, others will worry.

”It's OK.” Movanya replied stiffly, clearly awake.

Suri was relieved.

”Then get up first...” She said so.

This posture is too dangerous.

Mofanya still did not move, or his men did not move, but his hands moved gently. They grope on the floor, find Suri's hand on the floor, and then, gently, gently, hold it.

Suri is afraid to move.

Although they had gone to bed more than once before, and even had a child, but, think about it, even the simplest hand movements are pitiful.

What's more, movaya's action is too light and careful. Like the broken crystal, she has hurt him once. How can she break it again?

However, all the movements are not just hand in hand.

His fingers moved up from her fingertips and palms, inch by inch, across her bare arms, short sleeves, her shoulders, and her slightly exposed clavicle, and slid down again, as if he were a newborn baby, using his fingers to understand the outline of a person.

Suri wants to move, but is stopped by his other hand. Mofanya's movements are gentle and firm, with a strange sense of aggression Light, not obvious.

Such a sense of being, mofanya, suddenly makes Suri feel afraid.

”Fanya?” She called him again subconsciously. ”We're still waiting outside.”

Mofanya did not speak. And his hands, one by one, unbuttoned Suri's shirt, and then slowly reached in.

His fingers were long and delicate, cold as jade.

Suri's body is stiff.

He glided down, still firm, slow, without hesitation, straight in.

”Fanya!” Suri was a little anxious at last. He almost went over her abdomen and went down again. Maybe it was not as simple as caressing.

However, she could not see the slightest desire on his face. Mo Fanya just quietly leaned against her, with long eyes slightly drooping, clear and pure eyes like glass. She did not know what he wanted to do.

”Don't move.” He finally spoke, a little hoarse voice, with a strong wine gas, and he himself did not understand the confusion, ”I want to know, who are you.”

Suri is stunned.

Who is she?

She's Suri. Who else?

”Who are you...” However, movanya seemed to be very serious about this problem. He looked at her face, her eyes, her lips, her chin, the shallow indentation on her cheek, her arms, her clavicle because she was too thin. All of a sudden, mofanya felt that looking at each part separately, she was strange, just a human body, just like other women he could not remember. However, these strange parts formed such a woman, a woman who easily made him feel heartache and easily smashed him into pieces.

So, who is she?

What is love?

He has been learning, but, has been unable to understand, can only be expelled by the deepest heart will, has been moving forward, but the more forward, the more thorns all over, he finally tasted the taste of heartbreak, when the crystal hit the ground, he heard something in his heart burst.

He thought he had made all the preparations, but he was far from prepared.

He's not tough enough, and occasionally, he's confused.

Su Rui is confused at first. However, after seeing the expression of mofanya, Suri is suddenly relieved. In other words, she can understand his question at this time.It was as if, five years ago, she had asked herself over and over again: who is mofanya?

But he is a man. Maybe he looks better. What's the difference between him and other people? Why is he. This is an unanswered question, all the answers, all the causes, but a flash of heart, a lifetime of addiction, it is just an unknown emotion, mysterious and fatal, is the sea demon's song.

They are sailors on their way to death. Many years later, people will find strange smiles on their faces.

This kind of understanding, let Suri suddenly distressed. She can show sympathy for each other. They are the same people, but they have changed their positions.

Mountains and rivers take turns, fate is so fair, no one will let go.

Is this a kind of retribution?

However, what's wrong with mofanya? Even if there is retribution, it shouldn't happen to him. Suri finally stops stopping his action. If he wants to explore, let him explore. Even if he never knows the answer.

Cold hand finally across the flat abdomen, has been to the restricted area, too cold touch, let her can not help but shiver, his movement, also stopped in place.

Then, the kiss imprinted on her neck, very light, very light kiss, no desire at all.

Suri's nose was suddenly blocked. She turned her head, and his hair lifted her lips, fresh, with the scent of shampoo. She hung her head against his head and whispered, ”if you don't know who I am, then put it down, Fanya.”

If they can't have sweetness any more, what can they insist on?

She has had enough of it, so she really can't bear it, can't, won't allow it again.

How to forget?

”Tell me, how?” He asked stiffly.

He didn't know when he picked it up and how to put it down?

Suri is dumb.

This problem is too difficult.

He was silent for a moment, his lips were always close to the skin of her neck, but why were even lips cold? Maybe it's because of the champagne. At this time, the movanya is very cold.

His hand began to move again. Just as he was about to go deep, Suri finally reached out and pressed his arm.

”That's enough.” She said.

That's enough.

Don't go on.