But Wen Shijue's purpose is obviously not here. He holds Xiaodie's hand and goes all the way down.
When passing by his exquisite and strong abdominal muscles, Xiaodie suddenly understood where Wen Shijue would take her, and she couldn't help but shrink in her heart. She blushed and wanted to take back her hand, but Wen Shijue looked at her with a burning gaze, not allowed to flinch.
.
"Wen Shijue..." Xiaodie couldn't help shouting with a red face, her voice filled with begging for mercy.
"Don't be afraid! Don't be nervous, it just wants you to pet it!" Wen Shijue hugged Xiaodie tightly, his low voice filled with evil temptation.
Xiaodie was shy and scared, her body soaked by the water nestled in Wen Shijue's arms, looking like she was defeated.
Close your eyes and let Wen Shijue lead you to touch an... object that you have never touched before.
Xiaodie still couldn't help but scream softly. This time she really wanted to break away, but Wen Shijue had already grabbed her chin with one hand, raised her panicked face, and kissed her with burning lips, with a feeling that swept everything.
momentum.
Xiaodie was soon deprived of all the air by Wen Shijue, and her brain became confused due to lack of oxygen. She breathed and gasped in a panic, and finally found a gap and said: "Wen Shijue, I..."
The next words were swallowed up by him, and the tone changed midway, turning into a long breath.
Hot water continuously gushes out from the bottom of the bathtub, heating up the love and desire between the two, causing the water to ripple out.
Xiaodie couldn't even remember how she was carried back to the bedroom by Wen Shijue. When she woke up, she saw Wen Shijue's back, standing by the window, against the light. Xiaodie looked at it for a while, and was pierced by the dazzling morning light.
It hurts my eyes.
I called Wen Shijue, but he didn't respond. His strong back looked a bit lonely.
Xiaodie got out of bed with her bare feet, stretched out her arms to hug him, and pressed her face against his solid back. Her tone still sounded lazily and confused as if she had just woken up: "Wen Shijue..."
Wen Shijue's body froze in Xiaodie's arms, and he sighed vaguely. He put his big hands on Xiaodie's clasped hands and said, "Shen Yifan..."
"Good morning, don't mention him, okay?" Xiaodie rubbed her face against Wen Shijue's back, closed her eyes, but frowned.
"He committed suicide!" Wen Shijue's voice was a little tired, hoarse and low.
Xiaodie's face was behind Wen Shijue, and the morning blush was gone for a moment, and she turned pale for a moment, but she still struggled to say: "Stop...you are joking!"
Wen Shijue released Xiaodie's hand that was tightly clasping his waist, turned around and pulled her down to the desk. The computer was on, and the content on it was indeed that Shen Yifan had cut off his wrist artery at his residence in the early morning...
There are some pictures above, showing the scene of Shen Yifan being carried into the ambulance. His clothes were stained with blood, and Tong Sheng was standing beside him with a face of pain...
Xiaodie felt that her soul was almost pulled out of her body! She staggered as if she was about to fall. Wen Shijue pressed Xiaodie on the chair and said, "Look!" Then he closed the door and went out.
What's going on?
What went wrong?
Why has my life become so bloody in just a few months? Why is there so much hurt and hurt everywhere?
Moving the mouse with trembling hands, Xiaodie forced herself to see the truth unearthed by the gossip reporter: