Pei Xiao's tense body suddenly stiffened, and his nails scratched a long mark on his back.
"Yunguang..." His voice became more and more affectionate, as if it was filled with the night, so thick that it couldn't be melted away. Pei Xiao bit his lip tightly, enduring the increasingly agitated rhythm, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
The clouds gather and the rain disperses.
Xi Xiangdong was still drunk and hugged her with a contented expression. As soon as she moved, he woke up and his voice was hoarse after lust: "What's wrong?"
Pei Xiao turned her back to him, her body hunched like a shrimp, and answered vaguely: "I sweat a lot and my body feels sticky."
"Shall I carry you to take a shower?"
She seemed shy: "You wash it first, and I'll wash it after you finish."
At this time, he was particularly well-behaved. He nodded, lifted the quilt, stood up, and walked into the bathroom naked.
Pei Xiao lay on the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling in a daze. The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
She sat up and lifted the quilt. As expected, there was no redness on the bed. No wonder she didn't feel particularly painful at that time. But she couldn't remember who she was with for the first time...
She picked up her clothes from the floor, put them on one by one, and walked to the door with her sore body. There was a conversation between the guests and the waiter in the corridor.
"Is this this room?"
"That's right, it was opened with Mr. Xi's ID card."
When Pei Xiao was in a daze, the doorbell of the guest room rang.
She slowly opened the door.
Pei Xiao will never forget this scene. The door opened, and the wall lamp in the corridor shone softly. When she looked up, she saw the face that she had often seen in newspapers and Xi Xiangdong's wallet. It was like fate.
Two people, with similar facial features, stood face to face inside and outside the door, with a gap in between. No one moved first, and no one said a word.
Yang Yunguang was wearing a houndstooth sweater and a bright red tassel shawl on her shoulders. She was elegant, elegant, and beautiful. When she first saw Pei Xiao, she was a little surprised. She turned around and asked the waiter again: "Is this it?"
Room?"
"That's right."
After receiving the waiter's affirmation, she looked at Pei Xiao again and asked politely: "Is Xiangdong inside?"
Pei Xiao seemed to have been cramped, and replied weakly: "He is taking a shower."
As soon as the words came out, I realized the ambiguity. As expected, Yang Yunguang's face darkened.
Pei Xiao quickly stepped away from the door and said, "Go in and wait, I'm about to leave."
Yang Yunguang glanced at her suspiciously, but Pei Xiao just lowered his head and hurried past her.
There was an aura of lust everywhere in the bedroom. With just one glance, Yang Yunguang guessed what happened here just now. But there was something different about this woman. She didn't show off to her like a hostess, but ran away in despair? Maybe this is another reason.
It's a hard-to-get trick.
Thinking of the facial features of the woman just now that were somewhat similar to his own, the knot in Yang Yunguang's heart was slightly relieved. It seems that Xiangdong still has himself in his heart. Even if there are many women around him, are they still her substitute?
Xi Xiangdong heard the noise outside the door and called out "Yun Guang", but no one answered him. He thought he was dreaming, so he took a handful of water and rubbed it on his face, as if he was drunk and felt tired.
Unknowingly, he fell asleep in the bathtub. When he got up, the water was cold. He had a strange dream, dreaming about another girl. She made no sound when she was doing AI, and even cried quietly.
She cried silently. The first time she shed a lot of blood, but she never cried out in pain.