The nephrite was fragrant, and the temperature of the room was rising rapidly. Even the last bit of underwear, he didn't like it being in the way. With his big hand, she lay in his arms, completely smooth and warm.
He suddenly used force and hugged her tightly, very tightly, without any gaps.
Finally, finally.
The fragrance of her hair, the heat of her cheeks, the greasy fragrance of her body, her clean hair... haven't changed! It hasn't changed at all after so many years... Even his big wandering hand landed so accurately.
In the most familiar and beautiful places in the past... every inch of her body, it turned out that he was familiar to this point - deeply imprinted on her, and he would never forget it.
In particular, the wound on his chest pressed so softly, like a gust of wind, like a gust of rain, like a panacea...like the biggest and best compensation...
Qiao Xiaomai, it’s not me who wants to compensate you!
It's you who have to make it up to me!
All these years, I have been waiting for your compensation!
He doesn't even know if this is love, and he doesn't care. He only knows that he must have this woman, whether emotionally or physically! The longing for so many years is clearly for the joy of this moment...
Suddenly intoxicated.
All the grudges and entanglements became so insignificant, and only ecstasy passed through his body like a hurricane. He felt the power that was about to melt, and his whole body was immersed in a blazing warmth, like magma.
A volcano erupted...
That supreme tenderness turned into supreme imprisonment, and bloody flowers bloomed in the darkness of hell, but not for beauty, but for despair... Just like the wedding night back then, just like the one between myself and Xiaodong now.
break……
There was a feeling of suffocation in my chest.
Qiao Xiaomai felt that he was going to die.
No more support.
A small boat can finally not withstand the attack of the vast ocean, and will eventually fall into an endless realm of death.
In her last broken cry, her voice was completely hoarse, and she could only shout out a few broken words: "Xiao Bai...Xiao Bai...save me...Xiao Bai..."
Yi Xiangxi, whose eyes were already burning red, was shocked when he heard this broken cry and couldn't help but stop.
As soon as he let go of his hand, Qiao Xiaomai fell onto the bed, crying so hard that he almost fainted.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and it was the child's crisp voice: "Dad...Dad..."
Yi Xiangxi couldn't help but sit up, but his big hands still held the fragrant and delicate body weakly, unwilling to give up.
"Dad...Dad, are you in there? Dad...Is Sister Mai here too? Dad, why is Sister Mai crying...I heard Sister Mai crying...Did Sister Mai come too? When did Sister Mai come?"
Coming?"
Qiao Maimai couldn't stop crying.
His daughter was at the door, but he treated her like this - many years later, he was still like this, with no intention of repenting at all, always regardless of her dignity, personality, freedom, choice... As long as he wanted to do whatever he wanted;
If he wants her to live, he wants her to live; if he wants her to die, he wants her to die. If he wants her, he wants her.
"Dad...Sister Mai is crying...I heard Sister Mai crying...Dad..."
The child was so frightened that his voice trembled. Before he could finish a sentence, he choked with sobs and cried: "Dad...Dad...Sister Mai...Sister Mai...I'm so scared...you...what's wrong with you..."