The thumb pryed open the teeth and rubbed the tip of my tongue. He stood up, held my face, and kissed my trembling eyelids.

"Don't be afraid of me..." The hot and humid tongue licked the tears that overflowed from the end of his eyes. His voice seemed to be addictive. Whenever the kind-hearted half moved me, his voice came to mean despicable ones. That half-addition added weight, dragging me even further into the abyss.

Don't go on, don't go on, stand up and turn around and leave as if nothing happened tonight.

But maybe I still had a bit of luck. I leaned back and broke free from his hand. I knew I shouldn't ask, but I asked in a trembling voice, "Ran Qingzhuang, do you know who I am?"

He didn't seem to hear my question at all, just immersed in his own world and his own fantasy.

"Don't leave me again..." He chased after him reluctantly, gropingly pressed the back of my neck and kissed my Adam's apple.

The teeth were grinding, not really biting, but by no means gentle, he set fires all over my body, and the balance in my heart gradually tilted.

He was drunk and admitted that I was wrong. If I continue and let the mistakes continue to develop, I will be taking advantage of others' dangers, which is not what a gentleman does.

Taking advantage of danger...

My mother taught us from a young age that we should be good people and do good deeds. Taking advantage of people's dangers is definitely not a good thing.

But...why do I have to be a good person?

From good to ascendant, from evil to collapse, dark thoughts are rolling like a snowball.

Why can't I be mean? Why can't you be selfish? Why can't others do me?

I'm going to die, what am I to bear? What kind of gentleman?

He was the one who admitted the wrong person first, and it was all his fault.

I'm in so much pain, I'm in so much pain...

The pent-up pain and resentment of these days erupted like a volcanic eruption.

Five fingers were inserted into Ran Qingzhuang's sweaty hair, and he pulled him away from his neck forcefully. He parted his lips slightly, breathing rapidly, a dissatisfied grunt from his throat.

Pressing his chest and pressing him back into the bed, he remembered that I rode directly on his waist and leaned over to kiss his lips.

I want to get him.

I want to get him.

There are only these five words that are circling wildly in my mind.

Even if I am a villain, even if it is irreversible, I will get him!

The world seems to be engulfed in water vapor. The front, neck, palms, and back are all sweaty, and even the breath between breaths seems to contain a lot of water.

I propped up on the bed, shaking from arm to calf, my vision hazy. The original uncertain pain in the body seems to have fallen to the real place, some fell to the throat, some fell to the waist, and most of the rest were behind him.

The sweat on the eyelashes melted into his eyes in the blink of an eye, his arms could no longer hold up, his upper body collapsed with a violent collision, and even the sound was broken and intermittent.

"Um... Slow down..." Rubbing tears on the sheets, I groped for a hand to reach Ran Qingzhuang, grabbed between his wrists, and tried to push back, but my fingertips seemed to slip, and I couldn't give birth. Make some effort.

Ran Qingzhuang didn't take this slight resistance seriously at all, grabbed my waist, not only did not slow down, but the force of entering and exiting was heavier.

I clutched the sheet under me tightly, fireworks exploded in my head, and I couldn't utter a word, only a vague whimper.

"If I don't like it, I'll stop. Ran Qingzhuang panted heavily, stroked his sweaty back with his palms, and withdrew slowly as he spoke.

His toes stretched and curled, until he was about to leave, he couldn't help but increase the strength of his fingertips, and shouted to hold back: "Don't..."

He stepped back, his scorching palms on his hips, and his thumbs rubbed his tailbone through the flesh.

"Don't what?

My thighs were shaking so much that I could barely kneel.

My body was steaming hot, and I was gradually unable to think. I rubbed the back of his hand in a pleasing manner and pulled him to my body: "Don't go..."

The hand on the waist tightened, and the force of rubbing the tailbone increased.

"Like it?"

Ran Qingzhuang got drunk, and it was not the same as usual... Alcohol seemed to magnify the fierceness in his bones, liberating the evil that he had always been well suppressed on weekdays.

What's more, he will use gentle and considerate words to wrap up his wickedness, and put on a high-sounding coat for it, so that people can't catch his fault at all.

like now.

Without a clear answer, he would not continue.

Biting my lip and enduring shame, I buried half of my face in the pillow and nodded helplessly: "Well..."

The next moment, he slammed in quickly and didn't give me a point.

Prepare, go straight to the deepest. I was choked in one breath, almost three souls and seven souls were smashed away by him. As if it wasn't enough, he pinched my knees, lifted one leg, opened the distance between the legs, and allowed himself to enter me more.

very scary……

I can't tell if it's because I'm afraid of the constant stacking pleasure, or it's such a complete possession. I call Ran Qingzhuang's name over and over again, as if only in this way can I feel a little at ease.

The lower body is upright, pointing hard at the bed, and the top of the body inadvertently brushes the sheet in the fierce ups and downs of the body, and the numb pleasure flows to the limbs in an instant.

Dying, really dying.

The brain was chaotic, and only felt a white light flashing in front of eyes, muscles were stretched to the extreme, and there was no need for anyone to touch them.

The body was soft and the whole person was shaky. Ran Qingzhuang noticed it, put down my legs, and turned me over.

I still couldn't breathe, panting anxiously, reaching out to caress his cheek, and then clasping the back of my head to make him bow his head.

He leaned down, pressed down a little bit, and re-entered my body.

I kissed the corner of his lips, trembling slightly, and my legs unconsciously pinched his waist.

Opening his lips and teeth, searching for body fluid, he lightly bit my lower lip, all the way down, kissing the neck, Adam's apple, and then the collarbone. And unlike the kiss scene that was quite lingering on the lips, the movement of his waist was fierce, and every contrarian seemed to be aimed at breaking me down.