Yi Xiangxi never looked like such a kind person who would repay evil with kindness.
It’s true that this guy’s heart is blacker than coal.
But if not, how could he come to her for no reason to make fun of her?
She turned around and her hand was held.
His voice was a little hasty and weak: "Qiao Mai, stay with me tonight...I mean, stay with me until dawn..."
She was startled.
Although the two have fun every day, they always go to their respective places after everything is done.
She always lived in the bedroom on the first floor, and he lived on the second floor.
No matter how intimate or lingering they are, they separate.
Yi Xiangxi never sleeps with others.
She had no time to express her refusal or consent, as her feet had already left the ground. With his big hands, he lifted her onto the bed, turned off the lights, and fell asleep while holding her in his arms.
Qiao Xiaomai's body was very stiff. Although the two of them were used to physical contact and had done more intimate things, most of the time, it was her who forced him out of anger. There is a completely different difference between being forced by someone and forcing someone else.
Two different things.
However, without allowing her to struggle, she could already hear his snoring - he was really just sleeping, nothing else.
That night, I couldn't sleep. Qiao Xiaomai finally fell asleep and suddenly heard a very sad cry: "Don't... don't kill me... Mom, don't kill me..."
Qiao Maimai was awakened.
Before she could react, she was kicked out of bed.
She rubbed her eyes and reached out to push Yi Xiangxi. She had heard people say before that if someone has a nightmare, he must be woken up in time to prevent his soul from being frightened away.
She immediately pushed him: "Yi Xiangxi...Yi Xiangxi..."
He woke up with a start, sweating profusely.
Moonlight shines in through the window.
His voice was colder than ice: "Who are you? How did you come to my room? Get out!"
He didn't recognize her. In fact, on this night, she didn't recognize herself either.
She went out silently. As soon as she reached the door, she was suddenly held tightly by a big hand. The moonlight shone in from the window. His face was pale and his expression was frightened, like a bewildered child.
Qiao Xiaomai's heart was shocked, and her waist suddenly felt light, and he had already picked her up.
"Master Yi, you..."
The next moment, he had conquered her like a storm, as if all the pain and sorrow had turned into an erupting volcano, eager to find a breakthrough. Qiao Xiaomai had no strength to resist at all and could only bear it.
This time the passion passed quickly. He didn't seem to be enjoying the past, but just clung to her. Qiao Xiaomai was so breathless under the heavy force that he moaned, and he immediately changed his position.
Still firmly integrated with her.
The two of them had never tried such an intimate gesture. Her cheeks were burning in the darkness, but he stretched out a hand to hold her hand, interlocking their fingers, and said in a weak voice: "Mai... don't leave me...
"
She couldn't move or move.
That night, he and she maintained such an intimate posture and fell asleep peacefully. When Qiao Xiaomai opened his eyes, it was almost noon, and for the first time, Yi Xiangxi was still asleep. Maybe he was relaxing in his dream.
He lost his vigilance, and the terrifying shrewd calculation disappeared from his face, only showing deep exhaustion.
She recalled everything that happened last night, not knowing whether it was true or false. What kind of secrets, love and hatred are hidden in Yi Xiangxi?