The fiery desire was tinged with a little bit of coldness, and the man's nearly out-of-control movements suddenly stopped.
In the darkness, He Mingjue couldn't see Wen Xihe's face. The person beneath her body was trembling fiercely. She seemed to be trying her best to suppress it, but the uncontrollable gasping sound due to pain, even though it was subtle, was still heard.
He Mingjue listened carefully. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of her shoulder unconsciously because of the pain, trembling faintly.
Even if he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine Wen Xihe crying and trembling under him.
The shuddering touch that came through the skin almost immediately made the out-of-control He Mingjue realize what he was doing.
Somewhere in his heart suddenly softened silently. He leaned over and hugged her, gently found her half-open red lips in the darkness, gently sucked and kissed her, trying to make the pain go away in this way.
Wen Xihe felt a little happy.
"Xixi, forgive me, forgive me..."
He hugged her, speaking softly and softly like he did every time he made her cry.
A slight pain suddenly flashed through Wen Xihe's heart.
Where did her He Mingjue go?
The man kissed her gently, holding her body but showing no signs of letting go and withdrawing. He withdrew little by little, and then came in little by little. With gentle and careful force, mixed with a little bit of coaxing.
Experimenting, going deeper little by little.
The heat in her body hit her. The warm feeling, the feeling of surrounding herself little by little, even made Wen Xihe subconsciously forget the fact that she was being forced against the wall by He Mingjue. The man was hot.
Desire, gradually, gradually entered her body, from slow to fast, from slow to fast, until it finally became crazy.
The pain dissipated, replaced by the familiar desire that Wen Xihe couldn't control. She bit her lip, not daring to let out the kind of moan that made her blush and her heart beat, but the man seemed to notice it at this moment.
He refused to let her bite him, and followed him with her wet and hot lips.
He buried himself deeply into her body, and it wasn't until he heard a loud whimper of pleasure escape from her lips that He Mingjue slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled in the darkness.
Xixi, you are mine forever.
The night breeze blew slightly, bringing a slight chill. The wind brushed against the delicate and sensitive skin, immediately causing a slight shiver.
He Mingjue stubbed out the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, got up and walked to the window, drawing the heavy curtains. The sound of insects outside the window, the cool night, and the warmth indoors were instantly isolated into two worlds.
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A small lamp was turned on at the head of the bed, and a warm yellow thread spread out beside the bed in an instant. In the warm light, the blue-gray smoke of cigarettes floated faintly, curling up like a person who was entangled and ignored.
His thoughts cleared until Wen Xihe, who was sitting on the big bed, seemed to be stimulated by the slightly strong smell of cigarettes. He coughed a few times unconsciously and frowned.
He Mingjue stopped puffing on the cigarette and reached out to put out the cigarette that he had just lit but not yet touched. At first glance, he saw that there was already thick ash accumulated in the ashtray.
He Mingjue didn't know how long he had been sitting like this, nor how many cigarettes he had smoked, nor how long he had been looking at Wen Xihe like this.
She fell asleep.
The warm light scattered softly on her face, casting a shadow under her eyelashes as long as a cattail leaf. Even in her sleep, she seemed very uncomfortable. She frowned, even though she had already fallen asleep.
, there is still a knot between her eyebrows that cannot be resolved. She is surrounded by softness, and her hands are still grabbing the sheets on her body uneasily.
Is it because of him? Because of him, she became the tangled and uneasy Wen Xihe she is today. She tried every possible means to escape from him, but was ruthlessly broken by him again and again and brought back again and again. He even ignored her.
He wanted to keep her by his side completely, but he never thought that he could always hurt her so deeply.
This is not his intention, no!
He Mingjue sometimes wonders, are these really what He Mingjue did to Wen Xihe?
At first, he thought it was inertia. He thought they had grown up together, so doting on and loving her was an indispensable instinct.
Later, when he grew up, every time he looked at Wen Xihe, who was a head shorter than him, rubbing the corners of his clothes and standing in front of him, he even felt that maybe he might have to follow her and clean up for her in this life.
It's a mess.
Later, he even habitually regarded this feeling as an inseparable family affection in life. He thought that his love for Wen Xihe was the feeling that a brother should have for his sister. Perhaps, it has always been the same as love.
Doesn't matter.
Later, he got a girlfriend. He would often inexplicably do the same things as Wen Xihe with his girlfriend. But every time, he felt that he was missing the feeling of being with Wen Xihe.
At that time, Wen Xihe tried every means to separate him from his girlfriend time and time again. Traps, money, temptations, he clearly saw the truth but never stood up to expose her or do anything to her.
Blocking. Even most of the time, he seemed to be secretly expecting that one morning or noon, Wen Xihe would suddenly jump out. Then, he would part ways with his girlfriend.
It wasn't until much later that he understood.
This kind of feeling is not family affection, it is only related to love.
It has always been about love.
Before his death, Father Wen took his hand and told him: "If you are not sure that you love my Xixi, then give her the best and let her go!"
He once promised Father Wen. But now, he found that he couldn't do it at all.
He spent too long to prove his feelings for Wen Xihe, and finally found that this woman had already melted into his bones and blood. But in the end, he sadly discovered that he could not find his Xixi. Because he
Xixi no longer believed that he loved her.
She even hated him and wanted to escape from him countless times. She might even have fallen in love with another man.
A mouthful of smoke was forcefully inhaled into his lungs. He Mingjue covered his chest and suddenly felt an uncontrollable pain in his heart. The pain came from the bones and blood and spread silently to the skin texture, almost making him feel uncomfortable.
His face is distorted.
He stood up, strode to the bed, and tried to lift the quilt and get into the bed.
At this time, he desperately wanted to hug her, smell the fragrance of her hair, and feel her warm body temperature.
But when the man's eyes fell on Wen Xihe's frown, his ears heard Wen Xihe's voice that he never forgot to shout even in his forgetful state.
He Mingjue, I hate you, I hate you.
At that moment, he felt like an executioner who ruthlessly destroyed other people's lives. And of course, his.
The door was closed with a bang, and He Mingjue's figure disappeared behind the door in the blink of an eye.
The night is getting darker. The warm lights are flowing, but it brings a slight chill.