We are like needles on the surface, constantly turning. As we turn, we watch time fly away, but there is nothing we can do.
The originally empty house I rented in Shuguang Community on the West Fourth Ring Road has now been transformed into an extremely luxurious palace.
Calling it a palace may be a bit exaggerated, but luxury is not an exaggeration at all.
Mu Shiqin bought some black and white furniture, black bedside tables, white double bed, black family dining table, white palace armchairs, black sofa, white coffee table, black curtains, white chandelier, black
The door and the white walls looked like a maze that I couldn't get out of. All the spaces were in black and white, which gave me the illusion of being trapped.
Black represents calmness and restraint, while white represents elegance and sadness.
When black and white merge, they become another color and another meaning: grey, confinement, bondage and despair.
It's like a psychological suggestion, suggesting that this is a cage built for me.
I took off my nude coat and threw it casually on the sofa. Then I leaned on the black marble table. I looked at the bright red and purple wines on the white wine cabinet. There were some extremely expensive red wines, and some.
Pure Chinese liquor, Japanese sake, British whiskey, Russian vodka. There is even a staggeringly expensive bottle of Rémy Martin Louis XIII on display!
Looking at these wines makes me drunk even if I don’t drink them.
I smiled contemptuously at Mu Shiqin behind me, "Aren't you afraid that I will get drunk?"
Mu Shiqin also smiled, hugged my waist from behind, and nuzzled my ears and lips. I don’t know why, but he always likes this posture. Only he can hug me, but I can’t hug him.
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He said softly, "I'm just afraid you won't be drunk."
"Why?" I was obviously not drunk, but I looked at him with tipsy eyes, as if tempting.
Mu Shiqin kissed the side of my face and said teasingly, half seriously and half jokingly, "Don't you know it's best to attack a drunk woman?"
I was just about to say something back to him. As soon as I opened my mouth, he sealed my lips with a kiss.
The sharp tip of the tongue rushed into my mouth with moist heat, with a faint smell of tobacco, numbing and tempting.
His big hands ran into the hem of my clothes without warning, and I couldn't help but tremble.
She frowned and tried to break free, but was held firmly in his arms.
"What's wrong? Still want to escape?"
His breathing was a little unsteady. His hot breath sprayed on my face, burning my skin.
I leaned weakly on his broad arms, shrank my head, and looked at him pitifully, "Your hands... are so cold."
He smiled. His smile was extremely joyful. Maybe he was satisfied with my surrender. Living was my look of weakness.
In the past, we were too tit-for-tat. The stronger I was, the more he would suppress me. But now, I am a little bird leaning in his arms, hiding all the sharp claws and fangs on my body. Like an injured chick,
Hiding under his wings, waiting for his charity.
He was even more pleased to see me who was so weak and could only rely on him to survive.
Maybe, his pleasure lies in being able to completely possess me. Maybe, he is thinking that I will not be able to survive without him.
Mu Shiqin's hand still didn't take it out of my clothes, but it no longer moved downward or upward. It stopped at my waist.
Slowly waiting for me to adapt to his temperature.
Just then, his cell phone rang. He frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.
He took out his cell phone with his other hand. After seeing the caller clearly, he reluctantly took out the hand that was on my body and walked two steps away from me to answer the phone.
He spoke very quietly, surely because he didn't want me to hear him.