She was nervous and scared, and her little hands tugged on the sheets tightly, and soon pulled the sheets out of the folds, and his slender fingers would slip into her little hands and interlock with hers.
In the end, she gave in half-heartedly and had sex with her.
When she fell asleep from exhaustion, Ting would sometimes cry, so he would stand up, pick up Ting, and use unskilled gestures to coax Ting to sleep.
That period was the happiest time in his life. The girl he fell in love with at first sight became his wife and the mother of his son. She became so gentle, and there seemed to be many hidden things in her eyes when she looked at him.
The shy love that was too late to be expressed was as if her love for him was as surging and fierce as his love for her.
He thought that would be his life.
But who knew, who knew that she was actually pretending, and she contacted Su Cheng again.
In fact, Lu Sijue didn't want to think about that later memory. He had never thought about it in these years.
The day she brought Su Cheng to Gillian's room, she destroyed herself and him.
He was on a business trip those days, and because he missed her and his son, he rushed back one day earlier than planned to give her a surprise.
He returned to Gillian's room and came outside the bedroom. He stretched out his hand to push open the bedroom door, but froze in the next second.
Because there was a sound inside, an abnormal sound.
It's Liu Yingluo's delicate and soft voice. Su Cheng, please be gentle, I can't stand it...
He immediately froze outside, his black pupils shrank suddenly, and he could not mishear her voice. Countless nights when he doted on her, she would also make such a sound, begging him to let her go...
It's just that now her voice is more delicate and charming than usual.
He was stunned for a few seconds, then raised his long legs and kicked open the bedroom door with a "bang".
He has never forgotten the scene he saw over the years.
On the bed, Liu Yingluo was sitting on Su Cheng's body. The two of them were disheveled. The man's wheat-colored skin and the woman's greasy white muscles rubbed together, which stung his eyes.
It was Su Cheng who saw him first. He pulled off his clothes to protect Liu Yingluo's body, and then she turned her head.
That woman, she smiled at him.
He thought he must have looked ferocious at that time, staring at her with scarlet eyes, but she was not afraid at all, and she slowly got down from the bed.
She had almost taken off her clothes, leaving only a suspender skirt. Her snow-white and shiny little feet stepped on the soft wool carpet, and there was a charming feeling with every step she took.
Liu Yingluo, a once cool and elegant talented girl, was raised by him in Gillian's room. She didn't know when she was doted on by him and developed such a charming style.
She looked at him, with a bright smile in her beautiful almond eyes, "Lu Sijue, why are you back? Didn't you say you would only come back tomorrow? I'm really sorry for letting you see this scene.
Are you shocked and surprised?"
"Su Cheng and I were childhood sweethearts. It was you who forcibly married me and imprisoned me here. I tell you the truth, I have never forgotten Su Cheng. I have always wanted to escape from you!"
"But who are you? You are Lu Sijue. No matter where I escape, you will catch me back. I can't fight you. It doesn't matter. I have carefully planned and prepared a big gift for you, which is a gift.
Cuckold!"
"Lu Sijue, do you also think that I have become very abnormal after giving birth to the child? You are not naive enough to think that I have fallen in love with you. Don't be sentimental. I have never loved you. I have never loved you.
Every minute and every second we spent together made me feel extremely disgusting. I just deceived you, made you relax your vigilance, created an illusion for you, and then pushed you from heaven to hell. Lu Sijue, you
It must feel very uncomfortable now!"
"Lu Sijue, I hate you. I really hate you. You ruined my life, so I want to take revenge on you!"
Her words, every word she said, filled his eardrums. He stared at her with red eyes and clenched his palms loudly. All his reason was burned to ashes and he was instantly possessed.
He pulled out his long legs and stepped forward, firmly grasped her slender wrist, and pulled her away.
She refused to leave, she didn't want to leave with him.
He glanced back at her lightly and sneered mercilessly, "I was wrong. Letting Su Cheng live for two more years was the biggest mistake I made. He should have died long ago, right?"
Hearing such a threat, Liu Yingluo was shocked, and sure enough she followed him away again.
…
He took her out of Gillian's room and came to a small bungalow. He threw her into the shower room and uttered a few words coldly, "Take off your clothes and give me your dirty body."
Wash it clean!"
He closed the door and asked her to clean herself.
He was standing on the balcony of the room, smoking a cigarette in his two slender fingers. He was a heavy smoker and smoked three cigarettes in a row.
The third cigarette butt was extinguished in the ashtray. He looked back, his red phoenix eyes fixed on the bathroom door. It seemed like a long century had passed and she still hadn't come out.
He stretched out his long legs and walked over, put his big palm on the doorknob, and immediately wanted to open the door.
However, it couldn't be opened, so she locked the door inside.
She locked the door.
His heart dropped, and he suddenly had a bad premonition. He raised his long legs and kicked the door.
The door opened and he walked in. He stepped on the water on the ground, the water in the bathtub overflowed, and a graceful figure lay under the water.
Her beautiful black hair was all spread out under the water, and her white clothes were rippling, making her look cold and dusty. She closed her eyes, and there was a smile on her bright red lips, which was soft and peaceful.
She committed suicide.
She wanted to commit suicide by drowning.
His black pupils shrank violently. He didn't know how he came forward and how he lifted her out of the water. He put her on the soft big bed in the room and performed CPR on her over and over again.
Her face was pale and there was no sign of survival.
She is dead.
Is she dead?
There was no expression on his handsome face, and he placed two big palms on top of her heart. He pressed it again and again. He didn't know what he was doing. If she never woke up, he would press it forever, forever.
.
How much time passed, when he was almost numb, she spit out some water and woke up.
Her beautiful almond eyes slowly opened, and she glanced blankly at the crystal chandelier above her head. After a few seconds, she murmured to herself, "Still alive...Why are you still alive?"
She asked, why are you still alive?
He was panting heavily, his shirt and trousers were soaked with water, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead down his handsome cheeks. He looked at her condescendingly, wishing he could strangle her to death.
He didn't know what her reason for committing suicide was?