Chapter 1178 (1/2)
The woman in white clothes and trousers looks up at the bright moon hanging outside the window. She is quiet and beautiful like a fairy in Chang'e who falls into the world. She is lofty and proud, but she is also in the quiet yearning, with a touch of sadness and resentment. That light smile is not a response to the winter night, but more like something interesting when she thinks alone.
If it wasn't for her hand hanging under the sofa still pulling my trouser legs like a prank, even though her existence is so suspicious, I don't think I would doubt what she has to do with long straight hair and giant girl, not for her indifference to everything around, but because she's not like a woman, she's not even like a person - she's like a picture of the wind on the wall The beauty is unrealistic.
I am curious and puzzled. She dresses casually and sits casually. But why do I think she is so elegant, refined and dignified?
She didn't wear a coat. She leaned on one end of the sofa. Her right hand, which was holding my trouser leg, was naturally drooping. Her left hand lay on her waist. Between her long fingers, there was a unlit lady cigarette. The two sleeves of the shirt were pulled up high. This was not a lady. She folded her legs and pressed the weight of her body on one right leg a look.
She didn't wear shoes or socks. A pair of snow-white feet are very striking. In my cognition, it seems that there is no other girl's feet comparable to her. It's not that other people are not beautiful enough, but there are always one or two kinds of beauty, which surpasses the ultimate perfection. Like her feet, people even want to forget that they are actually used for walking If I go home from work and push the door into the room, but see no matter which woman or girl I am with, like her sitting on the sofa with no sitting face, holding the sleeve, smoking, barefoot and legs up, I may be angry and scold the street. It's hard to hear, but it's appropriate to describe. This pair of reserved demeanor, which has forgotten the beauty attracted by the Oriental Girl Xing, is really like the wind In the month place, waiting for Piao's guest point is called Zhong's selling + meat + Ji + female. I can't bear to be so indulgent and lazy. I can't bear to change her... But she can't, even a little bit of such a feeling, even the Yu Wang that makes me feel this way, why? I don't know, the only thing without doubt is that her beauty, her cool and lazy temperament, make me afraid and ashamed.
I didn't even have the courage to look at her more - whether it was her face, her legs, her feet, her hand holding a cigarette or tugging at the bottom of my pants.
It's so strange. I can't say why I have such awe or even fear in my heart. The avoidance of sight is completely instinctive and groundless intuition - she's dangerous, more dangerous than straight hair and giant girl!
My intuition, especially my subjective judgment of danger, has always been the ”Jing” criterion of grief, which helps me escape from death several times. But this time, I can't help but doubt my feelings - don't say murderous gas. If she is so dangerous, how can I not even notice her presence until I see her back?
Maybe that's why I think she's dangerous!
Winter night obviously has the same feeling with me. She didn't bring a gun. After all, she just came to the neighbor's house to visit the door, not only for fear of scaring the little girls, but also for fear that they would be curious about that dangerous thing. However, she took out the handcuffs, hesitated a little, and left the two women who had lost resistance for a short time, but had proved that the danger value was very high, Go straight to the white dress girl - winter night's pace is fast and light, the white dress girl's disregard doesn't annoy her, she doesn't repeat her own problems, she loses her usual strength, which is a bit of a surprise attack.
Tiger sister also like me, in the momentum will admit that they lost.
Until sister Hu gets close to me, the woman in white looks like she is immersed in her own world. She only looks at the moon and doesn't look at people. But at the moment when she bends down to cuff her wrist on a small winter night, I feel that my trouser legs are suddenly loose because of inexplicable tension, and I can't think about it or get up. My knees are strong, and I pull out my upper body and cross between sister Hu and the woman in white. I want to take sister Hu Push it away, but it's still slow --
”ah --”
at that moment, the attention is focused on the white girl's right hand that is about to be locked by handcuffs. I don't want the cigarette of her left hand to be shot in the center of her eyebrow. She instinctively closed her eyes, and the right hand that the white girl put back suddenly came from the bottom up, with a white light in it, and rowed to the winter night, holding the handcuffs Fortunately, my wrist was blocked by my back in time. I put my hands on the abdomen of winter Xiaoye, but I didn't wait to use my strength. A naked foot of the white dress girl kicked me from an almost impossible angle and flew into my left armpit. I flew out again like a broken string kite.
These women are fiercely beyond the scope of the common people like me. Is this a fight? It's killing people - the left armpit is one of the most vulnerable parts of human body. It has no muscle and is close to the heart. I almost thought I would die in such a muddle!
When I finally sat up from the floor with all my strength, the scene in front of me made me feel that I was doomed to die...