He moved his body slowly, obviously lying on me was not as comfortable as lying on the bed.
He frowned and moved his mouth back and forth, sometimes to my shoulder, sometimes to my face...
I almost want to scream, please give me a little bit. Because I am mute, I have no choice but to suffer the consequences of being mute!
Really, I have always considered myself lucky that I cannot speak. From the time I became aphasic at the age of eight to now, I am different from other mute girls. I have never been bothered by my inability to speak. The doctor also said that it is because of psychological factors.
There is nothing physically wrong with the aphasia caused by this. And it is very likely that one day I will suddenly and miraculously regain my voice just like I lost my voice.
But after meeting Han Jue, I discovered that voice is really a useful thing.
Just like now, I have a voice and can scold him as much as I want. At the very least, I have to scold him and not stick to my body like this.
Of course, hope is always hope. Reality is crueler than anything else.
Han Jue turned over, still using an extremely standard elbow restraint movement, and protected me in his arms, his legs tightly holding me warmly.
My scalp is numb, and I don’t dare to imagine what that hard thing is pushing against me.
Although, I really want to hypnotize myself, that is the mobile phone he put in his pants pocket!
But...I know clearly that his cell phone is not in his pocket.
I am very pure, but I am not naive to the point of ignorance.
I know very well that this guy didn't forget to be in heat even in his dream!
And the more I struggled and twisted, the more... excited he seemed to get!
Hmm...
I'm stuck in this dilemma and I really don't know what to do.
I raised my eyes and looked at the glass paperweight on the tabletop table. It was something left by the previous landlord. A large flat hemispherical solid glass with some colored fragments inside, which turned into a crystal clear jewel-like beauty under the light.
.
I know how strong that thing is.
I also want to know who is stronger compared to Han Jue's strong head.
I even knew that as long as I stretched my head slightly and bumped the broken legs of the bedside table to make the broken cabinet fall down, I would be 70% to 80% sure that my experiment would be completed successfully.