The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 64 You Will Be a Widow
I squinted at him, saw him smile, then turned my head, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "You keep snoring."

"Liar."

"You wait." He let go, stubbed out the cigarette, turned and entered the outside room, holding a small black device in his hand, and said while digging it: "I knew you didn't admit it, so I left evidence .”

I watched him turn on the "evidence", which is a very delicate recorder, and its quality is really good, the sound quality is so clear that you can hear the sound of rain clearly.Of course, the slight snoring was also recorded.

I couldn't help but blushed, and argued, "It's definitely not me..."

Fanyin showed an evil smile: "A good boy is brave enough to admit mistakes."

"I'm not a good boy."

"Bad kids also admit their mistakes after being spanked." He folded his arms proudly and raised his chin.

Hey……

How can I snore?
It must be because he smoked too much, let me inhale too much second-hand smoke, and my lungs were not good, so I started to snore.

He actually used such advanced monitoring equipment to record the sound of my snoring. I understand his intention: "I'm sorry."

"Sorry who?"

"I'm sorry."

"Who am I?" he said, sitting down in a chair.

I also sat down and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fan."

He looked over with a half-smile: "Your skin is itchy."

"what's wrong?"

"Call my husband to come and listen." He tapped the table with his fingers. Although his face was sullen, he could see that he was in a good mood: "I want to say, husband, I'm sorry."

"My husband is Britney."

"Why isn't it little sour?" He glanced at me, with a ferocious signal on his face: "Call quickly, or I will hit you."

"husband……"

He smiled contentedly, opened his arms and said, "Come here."

"What are you doing again?"

I admit, I'm not used to it.

I always felt that when he was nice to me, he was holding back some plan to punish me. For example, he suddenly asked me how I spent Valentine's Day, but insisted on taking me to the South Pole.

"Come on." He elongated his tone and hummed dissatisfiedly in his nose: "It's a bit bold."

I used all my courage to pass.

He put his arms around my waist, pressed me onto his lap, put his chin on my shoulder, and said softly, "Let's eat."

"Oh." I was even more nervous.

"I want to eat shrimp."

"Oh." There is only one drunken shrimp on the table, which is a cold dish made by putting live shrimps into high alcohol and drunk to death, and prepared with seasoning.They are almost green in color because they are not cooked.This dish originated from Shaoxing and is still popular in my hometown.Everyone says it tastes good, but I always find it a little scary because I always think they're just drunk and not dead.

I worked up the courage to clip one and thank goodness it was dead and untouched.From the corner of the eye, I saw that Fanyin had opened his mouth. It was really fun, like an eagle waiting to be fed.

I closed one eye, tried not to look at the shrimp, pulled out its head, since it was a small shrimp, there was no need to peel it, and just put it into Fanyin's mouth.

He sucked out the shrimp meat with his flexible mouth, spat out the shrimp shell, licked the corner of his mouth, and said, "It tastes good."

"Oh."

He raised his eyebrows: "Don't try it?"

"No."

"You don't eat shrimp in your hometown?"

"Eat," I said, "but I don't eat live ones."

"How do you count as dead?" He showed contemptuous eyes: "One more."

I clipped another one for him and said, "If it turns red, it's dead."

"It's also red now." He sucked my finger as he took the shrimp away.

I turned my head to look at him, and saw him squinting his eyes, grinning, showing his teeth biting my finger, and licking my fingertip with his tongue.

My face was inexplicably hot, and I quickly pulled it out, and continued this rather boring topic: "The current red is not real red, but the red made by soaking peppers."

"Then what is real red?" When he said this, he suddenly slammed my face with his mouth: "Is that so?"

I shrank my neck and looked at him suspiciously: "I have something to ask you."

"Be polite."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Who am I?" he asked with a smirk, slipping his hand into the belt of my nightgown.

"Husband." Obviously annoying me, but always emphasizing the matter of "husband", obviously to take advantage of Xiao Tiantian.

"Connect them." He ordered: "One more."

While holding the shrimp, I said, "Honey, can I ask you something?"

"What's the matter?" He opened his mouth after he finished speaking.

"Why are you suddenly... ah!" The shrimp is still twisting!

I shook my hands, dropped my chopsticks, and instinctively turned around and put my arms around his neck.

Fanyin probably wasn't afraid, since he dared to eat it proved that he was already at the top of the food chain.But he also froze for a moment, probably because I called him.

I didn't dare to turn my head anymore, I just felt him pat my back, and his voice came from my ear: "Okay, stop shaking, your husband has already eaten it."

ate?

Can he still eat?

I turned my head secretly, and he turned his face suddenly, the head of the shrimp twisted wildly in his mouth.

I quickly hugged my head and buried my face into his shoulder again.

Wild laughter came from my ears, and he patted me on the back: "Just kidding, it's just a shrimp head."

I decided not to probe anymore and didn't move.

"I've even killed people, so what's a little shrimp afraid of." He stroked my back, and his voice became gentle: "Let go, strangle me and you'll be a widow."

I let go.I felt a hand stretched out from my cheek and touched my face.

"Yo, I was so scared and cried. Tsk tsk." He smiled and despised me, pinched my nose with his fingers, imitating the tone of a little Taiwanese girl in an idol drama: "It's so scary, such a big shrimp I'm so scared! I'm so terrified! Look, look, it's twisting and turning!"

If I remember correctly, this is the second time he has imitated a woman.In all fairness, he... is pretty good at learning.

I glanced at the shrimp head on the table and asked, "Did you eat it?"

"It's a waste if you don't eat it." He said with an evil smile: "Live shrimp is the freshest."

I couldn't help shaking, and instinctively stayed away from him.

"What does this look mean?" He lowered his face.

"I think you are so capable." Yes, I think he is terrible.

He raised the corner of his eyes: "Have you never eaten human flesh?"

"No."

He immediately stuck out the tip of his tongue: "The dog bit me?"

"You actually forcibly kissed a dog?" I stared in astonishment.

True, I'm not going to admit this, because he asshole logic.

He glanced at me contemptuously: "One more."

"No, I dare not pinch it."

He gouged me out with the utmost contempt.

If you stare at me, I don't dare to pinch it, if you don't dare, you don't dare!I shoved my head back into his neck.

He didn't insist, he picked it up with his chopsticks, and said, "Speaking of this human flesh..."

"Don't say it." He must have nothing good to say.

"Compared to human meat, other meats are like chewing wax. Fresh, fragrant, tender, and smooth..." He said while touching my thigh with his hand: "That taste, tsk tsk..." He still smashed his mouth.

I couldn't help but shuddered: "Shut up!"

"Besides, human flesh can't be roasted, it has to be stewed. Men's meat is not good, but women's meat is good. It's the kind with big eyes, white skin, black hair, thin and tall," he said here, suddenly He squeezed my leg hard: "The muscles are tight and elastic."

I was in pain, scared, and angry, so I opened my mouth and gnawed on his shoulder.

He turned his head: "Release."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

I want to say you shut up and I will let go.

He understood, and didn't give in at all: "If you let go, I will shut up."

I let go.

"Actually, human flesh is..."

I continue to chew.

"Okay." He is also fleshy, of course it will hurt: "But you are too authoritarian, and you are not allowed to fantasize."

I let go: "Haven't you eaten?"

He glared over: "Am I crazy?"

That's OK, scare me.

I sat down and said, "I thought you were sharing your experience."

"Don't worry." He stroked the red spot he pinched, and said with a smile, "I promise I won't eat alone."

Today I suddenly discovered that Fanyin is really not a person who knows how to make jokes, Xiaotiantian, stop joking, I made fun of him, but he didn't even smile, just looked at me innocently, with a puzzled expression on his face.

This freak joke is not funny at all...

The taste of the hot pot has been improved and there is no chilli in it either.Because Fanyin smoked my room like a chimney yesterday, the patio door was left open last night.The rain was so heavy, and the room was freezing to death. In this situation, hot pot was simply a panacea, and I was already sweating profusely after eating it.

But even with the heavy rain, the streets of Las Vegas are still incredibly bustling.But I didn't want to go out, and Fanyin didn't even run away, lying in bed with me.I watched cartoons, and he complained next to him that Fan Xing didn't even watch them.For another romance movie, he said that the guy is a coward because he has no spine.Another action movie, and he said that this movie was made up and made up, there is no such thing as killing people.

I was so angry that I changed to a love action movie, and he immediately put on a pose to appreciate it carefully, watching it with gusto.

Of course, it's really pretty.

I huddled under the quilt and watched for a while, and suddenly felt a claw stretched out to my leg.Quickly caught him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"What can I do?" He looked contemptuous: "Warm your hands."

"I changed this because you kept yelling." I had to agree in advance: "It's not about hooking you up."

"Don't worry." He held my hand and pulled it under the quilt: "Do you feel it?"

"What?" I wanted to pull my hand away.

"This is also fake." He squeezed my hand tightly and put it on it.

"Fake you still..."

"You haven't seen it before." He yawned, turned over and put his pillow on my lap, and said lazily, "But at least it's fake and sincere."

(End of this chapter)