The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 63

It was early morning when I returned to the hotel, and I went to take a shower. When I came out, Fanyin was sitting on the sofa opposite the bed, holding a glass of brandy in his hand.There was a wine bottle on the table, and it had already bottomed out.I only took a bath for half an hour. Could it be that besides mental illness and domestic violence, he is also alcoholic?

He held a thin cigarette under his fingertips, and there were six cigarette butts in the ashtray, so that the whole room was filled with a strong smell of smoke.

I only washed for half an hour, obviously he did it on purpose, I said: "This is my room, yours is next door."

"I'm the one who pays the bill." He leaned on the sofa, crossing his legs leisurely: "My wife lives here."

"Then you are not allowed to smoke."

"I don't kiss you again." He sneered arrogantly.

"Then don't sleep with me." I got into the quilt and covered my head, trying to cover up the pungent smell of smoke.

His hazy voice came from outside the quilt: "You sleep on the floor."

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but slowly started to feel suffocated.

Suddenly, someone lifted my quilt.

He quickly pressed down, grabbed my hand that was trying to push him and pressed it to the top of my head.

There was a hiss, and the tearing of the fabric came.He squeezed tightly the place he had despised just now, and smiled: "It seems to be about to explode."

I wanted to cry in pain, turned my head and bit his arm hard.

He pressed harder, and I pressed harder, so that I tasted a hint of sweetness.

In an instant, his muscles began to stiffen, and he pinched my jaw with his fingers, and kissed me vigorously.His mouth was full of a mixture of alcohol and tobacco. To say that he stinks like a dog's mouth is really wronging the dog.I felt full of malice from this, and felt that this was a means he decided to use to punish me, and there was something ghostly about him.

He kissed vigorously like this for a long time, until my brain started to lack oxygen before he let go, pressed his palm on my forehead, stared at me and asked, "Does it still stink?"

I tried my best to breathe the very stale air in the room, and I didn't have the energy to answer his words at all.

He is satisfied, his cheeks are bright red, his eyes are shining with excitement: "Still remembering it?" It's really easy to be self-satisfied.

I finally caught my breath: "It stinks!"

"Oh." He scratched my cheek lightly with his fingers: "Your face doesn't say that. I'm really curious, after being married for so long, kissing you still blush."

I'm obviously suffocated...

He kept babbling: "I still remember the first time I fucked you, ah, no." He emphasized with special emphasis: "It was obviously you who fucked me that time. You have a red face and a small body. The scent of beauty. Do you know what I was thinking?"

"Don't want to know." Who cares?

"I was thinking, that kid has a lot of sex, but it's a pity that his wife was dewed by me." He smiled evilly: "Although being a virgin is nothing fun, I feel good about it."

"Stop lying," I said, "you've been confused for a long time after that."

"Alright then." He smiled wickedly, "That's what I thought after I figured it out."

"Then what do you mean by saying this?" Could it be that this personality has already started to split?

He pressed down, put his forehead against mine, and said shamelessly: "The reason why he doesn't do it with you is because he's afraid of this. It's better to make you a widow than to be preempted by me."

"So?" The body is the same, I really don't understand what he is proud of.

"So..." He rubbed his cheek against my face like an animal, and said softly, "I won't mess with you, you should be happy, lest your husband's heart be broken."

I feel that he must have drunk too much, talking incoherently and incoherently.

Just let me try to see if I can ask something: "When did you first find him?"

He didn't speak, put his face on my neck, and sucked my neck with his lips.

"Don't you remember?"

He bit me.

Let me change the question: "Can you feel what he feels? Do you know what he does when he becomes you?"

When the laughter came, I couldn't help being afraid.

He raised his arms suddenly and unbuttoned his shirt.

I pushed him quickly, but he didn't move at all. I lifted my leg hard, but he was too heavy.He doesn't look fat, how could he be so heavy!
I turned to pump my legs, wishing I could become a slippery loach.But he was not affected at all, threw away his shirt, and went to untie his belt.Throwing down his pants, he finally moved back and grabbed my waist.I quickly pulled my leg out, but it was too late, he turned me over and threw away my bathrobe.

I hurriedly pulled off the quilt to wrap myself up, and died with my eyes closed, but he actually lay down and turned off the light.There is only a glimmer of light on the balcony in the room, just enough for me to barely see his facial features.

He opened his right arm, put it on the bed, half-closed his eyes, and said in a sad voice, "Come here."

"No."

"Cold." He whispered softly.

"Who made you take it off so thoroughly?"

"Why do you need to wear clothes to sleep?" He said, "Come here, good boy."

If I don't go over, he will freeze to death and pull him down.

"I'm going to hit you." He took my arm and said, "Come here and give me a hug."

I threw the quilt on him: "I sleep on the floor."

He rolled his eyes and squeezed my arm tightly.

I cried out in pain.

"Come here." His voice was cold to the Antarctic.

"It's been less than a month since I miscarried..." I started to get scared.

"Come, come." He had obviously run out of patience, and his voice dropped to freezing point.

"If I do it now, I will bleed again!" I couldn't die: "And I will break you before I die!"

Without saying a word, he pulled my arm hard and pulled me directly into his arms.I tried my best to get up, but he turned over and held me down, and his palms pinched my shoulders.After a rustle, the quilt was covered, and I trembled with fright.

His head was stuck next to mine and he didn't move for a long time.

I gradually calmed down, looking at his closed eyes, I felt that I seemed to have misunderstood.I rubbed my legs... It is true that I misunderstood.

Well, after drinking so much in one breath, from a physiological point of view, he should not be able to harm me.

However, he opened his eyes suddenly: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." I whispered, "Understand what you want to do."

"idiot."

He closed his eyes again.

After this panic, I couldn't sleep at all, just looking at him like this.

He is completely different from Xiao Tiantian when he is asleep: when Xiao Tiantian is asleep, he often has a smile on his mouth, which looks cute.But he was different, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, and his muscles were tense, not in a state of relaxation and sleep at all.If Britney Tian dreamed of blue sky, green grass and little lambs, his dreams must be blood, killing and battlefields.

But what he looks like today is intervening between the two.His head was pressed against my forehead, the muscles were still stiff, but they were already relaxed.His arms wrapped around my waist, but it didn't forcefully wrap around my waist, but it made people feel safe.

I thought that a good fight would be indispensable when I came back today, but he didn't have it at all.I think it's because he started drinking as soon as he walked in the door and got drunk straight away.I really want to build an ancestral hall for this bottle of wine, and offer incense and kneel to thank it.

Just as he was thinking, his head moved suddenly, and he kissed my forehead lightly. He stroked my back with his palm, and slowly slid up to hold the back of my head. I hugged him into his arms.This kind of gentleness is completely different from Xiaotiantian, and it is still a bit domineering.

My face was pressed against his neck, and I couldn't move because he hugged him so tightly, and I couldn't see his expression, and I didn't know if he was awake.I was still a little scared, so I had to stay stiff for a long time, but he never moved again.

Finally, I couldn't hold back the disappointment in my heart, and stretched out my arms tentatively. Just as I hugged his neck, I suddenly felt a burst of moist softness from my left shoulder.

He is kissing me.

It must be that the night is too easy to make people lose their minds, and I couldn't help but kissed his shoulder in the same way.

His arms were further tightened, but I still didn't feel any pain, because that feeling was completely different from hugging him hard, and I could even feel that I was being pitied.What's more surprising is that he is obviously a lunatic who is going to be in heat when he sees a woman, but at this moment there is no distance between us, and he didn't react at all.

but……

If he could treat me like that, he wouldn't be so gentle to me.

Perhaps he was dreaming, dreaming of whom? Amelie?

I haven't allowed myself to think about Amelie because it's making me sick, and I'd rather think of it as just a gangster thing, which makes me feel a lot easier.

But in fact, I already know too much about her.

The old man who played his voice inexplicably, the assortment of clothes in the storage room, and the coffin-like wardrobe, his mother's words, the day he aborted me, the stars, and what he told me on the plane...

And the tenderness of the moment.

I already have a vague impression of her, but I don't want to go into it.Because as long as I don't want to, I don't suffer from it.

It's rare that after I "made a mistake" and was not "severely punished", I slept comfortably and didn't make it difficult for myself.

I was awakened by the smell.

The bedroom opens onto the terrace, from which the aroma comes.A long dining table was placed on the originally empty terrace, and a hot pot was placed on it!
The smell I smell is what it comes from.

Fanyin was wearing a nightgown, smoking a cigarette while lying on the balcony railing, and it was pouring rain outside the balcony.

I put on my clothes and went over, just as I was about to pat him, but he had already turned his head and stared at me: "Are you awake?"

I pointed to the hot pot and asked, "What is this for?"

"eat."

"What time is it?" Eating such meat in the early morning?

Fanyin glanced at me and raised his wrist.

The watch in his hand showed that it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

Uh……

"Lazy pig." He withdrew his hand, turned his head expressionlessly, and continued to spray clouds outside.

Well, I'm so weak, it's normal to sleep longer.

Just about to turn around and go to sit at the table, his arm suddenly stretched out, wrapped around my waist, and pressed me into his arms.

(End of this chapter)