C73

The quality of these high-heeled shoes is really not good, I bought them for this exhibition, the quality of dozens of dollars on the street, the shoes are hard and scuffed, the shoes are still very narrow, so that my white tender feet have a circle of red and swollen marks on the back.

"Where did he go?"

I didn't dare to hide the truth and told him everything that I should say.

"What friend?" for you to do this? "

"A Chinese student who was studying abroad just happened to be back, so we …"

Halfway through my sentence, Mu Huainan walked over and knocked on my head with his hand. "You're going to this kind of place where fish and dragons mix together? Why did you have to go abroad no matter what people say? Do you know what he's like now, so you can guarantee that he won't harm you? "

It's rare for Mu Huainan to be so long-winded, and furthermore, his tone is very heavy. I droop my head, and don't dare to interrupt.

He looked at me again, and looked me over from head to toe with a stern gaze.

The more he looked, the deeper the crease between his eyebrows became.

"Look at what you're doing." As he said that, he pointed at my skirt. "This, this qipao is so short that it reaches to the thigh!"

The look in his eyes made me shudder again, and the discontent and anger made me unconsciously tug at my skirt, then look up at him, a little wronged.

I had been tired all day, and when I got home I just wanted to take a shower and go to bed, but I didn't expect to be taught a lesson by this man who suddenly came back.

Sad to death.

My eyes were red, and my heart was full of grievance, on the verge of spilling out.

Mu Huainan suddenly sighed. He looked at me and rubbed my head.

Putting away the blame, his voice became softer. "Forget it."

He moved closer.

"You are not allowed to do these things in the future. Your friend wants to ask for your help, so you should just ask them to come and find me. "

I still feel wronged, bare feet on the ground cold ice, very uncomfortable.

I heard his heavy breathing, coming closer.

The next second, he leaned over and pressed his cold lips to my forehead. I couldn't help but lean back, half a step away from the man who was holding me at the small of my back.

He kissed me from forehead to brow, from brow to lip, and finally stopped by my ear, tapping my earlobe with the tip of his soft, moist tongue.

His entire body was filled with numbness.

If that's the case, then he might as well be scolding me. Using such a method to bully me, this is simply going too far!

I resisted, but it was useless. I would only let him bully me a little more, but I was really too tired and my feet were in great pain. I really couldn't bear it any longer, so I cried out softly in pain.

He stopped abruptly and looked deeply at me, then at my feet, which were shifting and struggling to stand.

He sighed again.

Then she put her arms around me and went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water and filled the tub and rubbed my feet.

I was ticklish and wouldn't let him touch my feet.

Mu Huainan stopped and looked at me. His eyes were deep but there was a hint of helplessness in them as he asked, "How long do you want to continue the cold war with me for?"

I was stunned. I never felt like I was in a cold war with him. Wasn't the reason why they hadn't communicated much during this period of time …

"That's because you're too busy at work to care about me."

I turned back.

He looked at me deeply. "I was just afraid you'd annoy me."

The mist was beginning to cloud his face, the moisture in his deep pupils, the condensation of the hot air in the bathroom, I thought.

He took my feet in his hands again and began massaging them, carefully, gently. Somehow, I don't seem to feel itchy anymore, and I don't feel repulsed.

He comforted her in this way, comfortable and at ease.

It was too late after the shower. The call to check the results could no longer be made. It would not be possible until nine in the morning. Mu Huainan continued to hug me as usual and slept under the blanket, sticking closely to my body and not letting go.

That unfurling was held three days in a row. Logically speaking, I still have to go the next day, but Mu Huainan won't scam me no matter what.

He even tore my qipao apart.

"Tell me the location of the exhibition, I'll buy it and not let them do it."

… ….

It was the voice of a rich person. There was nothing in this world that he couldn't do, because he had an inexhaustible amount of money.

It's not fair.

One morning, he lazily refused to get out of bed. I complained that I was hungry, but he didn't move. Instead, he firmly held me in his arms and kissed me.

He didn't know what was going on in his head, but the more he kissed, the harder he continued to kiss, and the more affectionate he got. With the strength of a man, and a domineering attitude that doesn't allow me to retreat.

I understood this term too early, and the one who taught me this term was the Great Demon King Mu Huainan. From my initial resistance, my struggles, my desperate pleas for mercy, to the loss of my armor and the collapse of my army.

In his kiss, I could not escape, could not escape.

Every time I was forced to do this, my body felt like it wasn't mine. I didn't listen to him, even though I knew it was wrong, but my body would still unconsciously move upwards. Although my heart was clearly resisting, the one with the long tongue was also me.

And every time I kiss, the sound that slips out of the corner of my mouth, so seductive, so shameful, so humiliating.

I don't know if it was me, or if it wasn't me at all.

Or maybe it was me.

Mu Huainan was so excited from kissing me that he turned over and began to press his entire body on top of mine. When I was pressed into the blanket, I could see the desire in his eyes and wanted to further plan his next move.

I called to him earnestly.

"Uncle Huainan."

I shook my head slightly, hoping he wouldn't continue. I really didn't want to.

"I still need to check the results today."

My voice was weak and pathetic.

He stopped and slowly moved away from me. He rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed.

He looked back at me.

"What do you want to eat?"

I licked my tongue and whispered under the covers.

"Beef noodle soup."

He left.

He put on his shoes and walked out of my room, half-naked.

All night long, I smelled him all over again. I hated this kind of situation the most. Not long after Mu Huainan left the room, I jumped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom as well.

As the hot water poured down, the pores on his body opened from head to toe. It was as if his entire body's nerves had been opened, and all his thoughts were magnified.

I remembered that ever since Mu Huainan came back last night, he had been bullying me, kissing me, hugging me, and lingering around me. I turned and saw myself in the mirror on the sink, a man I thought was a stranger in the misty fog.

Just like me.

That body, although it looks pure white and flawless like this, but I was in a trance, see the tender white skin, blossoming into a tender and beautiful drop of flowers.

One was more beautiful than the other, and the other was more sultry than the last.

I looked and couldn't believe it was me.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. My body tensed up, and before I could even turn my head around, I saw a similarly naked Mu Huainan in the mirror. He walked in with large strides, closed the door, and hugged me from behind.

He was always like this, quietly taking over me.

"The noodles are almost ready. We can eat after the shower."

We.

When did I ever say I wanted to bathe with him?!

I was silent as he kissed me on the back of the neck, on the back, hot and hot as each bite came down.

I wish I could just straighten up and let my back sink in so that he wouldn't be able to force me.

He held me, his body pressed against mine, without a crack.

After a long time, the hot water poured down, and I almost couldn't open my eyes. In the dense fog, he kissed me again and again.

As my strength slowly drained from my body, I could barely hold on. It felt like I was drowning.

I don't know how long it took, but I didn't have any strength left. He sat on the sofa in the living room with a towel wrapped around me and changed my clothes and blew my hair.

In a series of processes, I was like a puddle of melted water that he could knead.

I sat there with my hair dry and he brought me the cooked beef noodles.

I sat there, fed by him.

I looked at him, patience and gentleness in my dark eyes under my low brow.

I don't know when he was real and when he was fake.

The current Mu Huainan is considerate and considerate, making me feel that maybe I am special and important to him.

However, under the other state, he would become different. He would become terrifying, domineering, and make others want to escape.

When we were done eating, he held me in his arms again. I was tired after the meal and even more drowsy after the meal, and I narrowed my eyes in drowsiness. I had a vague feeling that he was talking on the phone.

I leaned against his chest, cold, and put my arm around his waist. I felt a sense of security as I heard his breath over my head.

He was on the phone, checking the results.

I wasn't too nervous. After the exam, I answered the question correctly. The estimated score was also comparable to my usual level.

He hung up and sniffed my forehead.

"My family's little girl has lived up to expectations."

I looked up. "How many points?"

He said the scores were about as good as I thought.

"Have you decided where you want to go?"

I buried my head in his arms again and shook my head.

He did not speak.

After a long time, I opened my eyes and looked up at him again.

"Uncle Huainan, why did you want to learn finance?"

He smiled. "Because I have to pay my debts."

I thought he was teasing me on purpose and pouted. "You're so annoying. I'll seriously ask you again. "

He answered me seriously, "At that time, my father owed me so much debt that only finance could one day pay off my debts."

I looked at him, deflated again, and buried my head in his arms.

"I want to stay."