The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 65 Black History

This is actually fake?

It's really not like it.

I asked, "Is this fake?"

"Really do it."

"Then why is it fake?"

"This woman is too dry." He said, "You are wetter than her."

I quickly turned off the TV.

He rolled his eyes and looked over: "Open."

"Who asked you to judge me!"

"You asked me." He snatched the remote control, turned on the TV, and muttered displeasedly: "I just saw the critical moment."

At the critical moment, is another man with a gun on his horse?
"abnormal."

"Huh?" He raised his eyes dangerously.

"I said these three people on TV."

He withdrew his menacing gaze: "Why don't you look abnormal?"

"It's very perverted, who would do that in real life?" How disgusting.

"Have you tried?" He sneered back.

"No."

"Where do you have the right to speak if you haven't tried it?" He glanced at me: "Maybe you will fall in love with it."

What I said made me feel a little uncomfortable, so I pulled a pillow, covered my head under the quilt, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.This guy just looked at it and kept moving his head, making my thighs itch.I stretched out my hand to scratch it, but he suddenly turned his head, with a mocking light in his eyes: "Little nun."

"what happened?"

"I'll react after watching a movie." He opened his arms and squeezed my calf: "Children."

"Anyone will react when watching the film." I pointed to his tent and asked, "What is that?"

He was speechless, turned over suddenly and pressed down, and stuck his hand in accurately.

I instinctively shrank back.

He licked his fingers and squeezed my jaw: "Little nun." He called him addicted.

I glared at him.

He let go, turned over and got out of bed.

Angry?
I couldn't help asking: "Why are you going?"

"bath."

He put down these two words, turned and went into the bathroom.

The on-screen battle continues.

With the addition of the third and fourth people on the battlefield... the hotness in my body gradually faded away.

For some reason, I was suddenly bewitched, ran to the door of the bathroom, and called out, "Husband?"

"Come in."

I opened the door ajar and saw him lying in the bathtub with his arm pillowed.

I got in and said, "I have two questions."

"Where are there so many problems..." He put on a fidgety look, but he was still not angry.

"One was left unfinished during the meal."

"Ah."

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

He glanced over indifferently: "You are really easy to satisfy."

Uh.

"Next." He closed his eyes.

"Have you ever tried the one in the movie?"

"Tried."

"I mean three."

"I've tried five." He obviously didn't want to answer: "Is the question over?"

"Have you really tried five?" It's crazy!
He turned his head and asked with a smile: "If I say I haven't tried it, wouldn't I disappoint you too much?"

"I just want to hear the truth..."

"The truth." He frowned, but still smiled: "Why should I lie to you?"

"..."

"Still leaving?" He was obviously annoyed: "Share your feelings again?"

"Share." I want to know if he is lying to me.

"Then you choose a type." He retracted into the bathtub, closed his eyes with a smile, "I'll tell you."

"Just the five..."

"Be more specific."

"How specific?" What are the five points?Five men or five women?

He talked about his eyelids: "Little nun."

I bit my lip.

"Really want to listen?" He raised his eyebrows.

"..." I don't want to hear it either.

"The other day a woman told me that she wanted to call some sisters." He really started to talk, and his tone was so light: "But it's not really fun."

"several?"

"Five."

"All five of you..." It was too scary.

He nodded innocently: "I paid."

I was stunned: "Really?"

"Want to hear the details?"

"Um……"

"It's just that there are too many people." He made a thoughtful gesture: "The others are no different from what the two of us have done. Of course, they are much more generous than you, you are too stingy."

"How could you do such a thing?" It's disgusting!Am I too stingy?
"You must know." He frowned, and said displeasedly, "Psychopathy."

"I mean you are disgusting!" I insisted on knowing because I couldn't believe it was true. I was about to scold, but then I remembered how easy it is for him to catch me now, so I quickly retreated to the door: "Pervert!"

He stared, and I ran back to the room and closed the bedroom door to keep him out.

So I'm also playing to my death, why ask this kind of thing politely?But who would have expected that he not only played but also five!
Can he handle it!
bang.

The sound of kicking the door made me tremble in fright. As soon as I lifted the quilt, someone grabbed my wrist and dragged me out.

I wanted to scream, but my mouth was gagged.I beat him desperately, but he held my hands on both sides of my body. He bit my skirt with his teeth and peeled it off neatly.

I think I'm definitely doomed. Although it's caused by my own bad mouth, I still feel very wronged and can't help but start to cry.

He suddenly let go, and glanced over coolly: "Shut up."

Seeing this, I burst into tears with a "wow" and covered my face with my hands.

He probably was annoyed by others crying, so he rolled over and lay down.

I cried for a long time, until I couldn't squeeze a tear, I heard his voice: "Just pretend, take it off."

I took my hand down.

He leaned over, pinched my chin, turned my head from side to side, his cheeks twitched: "I'm really holding back."

"I was crying." Although the back is pretending, the front is true after all.

He let go, changed the news channel, and asked disdainfully, "Who taught you?"

"I learned it myself."

He was silent.

The news should be that a certain state is running for election, and the congressman makes a speech on it.When it comes to elections, you always make good promises before you take office, but it’s hard to say whether you can fulfill them after you take office.

I looked drowsy, and lay down half a meter away from Fanyin, and when I was about to fall asleep, I heard Fanyin's voice: "Come here."

"what?"

"Don't sleep."

"I am a patient."

"Lie on me." He opened his arms and threatened me skillfully: "Otherwise I will kick you down."

I went over to lean on his arm, and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his arms.

Now there are ten of them as far as I know, really...

After being quiet for a while, I heard his voice again when I was about to fall asleep: "Don't ask if you don't want to hear it in the future."

"You have a darker history?" Isn't five the limit?
"Ah."

I was horrified: "Have you ever been touched by a man?"

He frowned, staring at me in disbelief.

So there is still a piece of "pure" soil on him, and I asked, "What is the darker thing?"

"I'm a pervert."

"I won't scold you." Although angry, she still wanted to know that this must be a sign of schizophrenia.

He looked down at me, with a sneer across his thin lips: "You are cursing in your heart."

"Oh."

"Tell me something about you."

Didn't you just tell me about those five things, and you want me to change them? "I have no black history."

"Lie," he said, "no one can stay clean forever."

"Then I killed a duckling in the first grade." This is the darkest history since I met him.

He was really interested: "How did you kill it?"

"Swim the duckling and drown it."

He glanced over again, with a sullen smile on his face: "It's really dark enough."

I swear I'm just being humble: "It's just a drizzle compared to your five."

"Then tell me another one." He smiled and asked, "Who is your mother?"

"I don't have a mother."

"dad."

"No." I said, "I'm an orphan."

"Orphans have parents too."

"Some orphans exist, but I don't. They don't want me when I'm born." Or maybe I'm dead. I don't want to think so: "I have an adoptive father, but he doesn't want me anymore."

"Don't you?"

"Yeah, cut ties with me."

"Oh." He didn't make any comments.

I also remained silent for a while, feeling that the plot was different from what I thought.I don't expect him to comfort me, but it's strange that he didn't mock me.

I said cheap again: "Don't you want to say something?"

"Do not want to."

"Oh."

He remained silent for a long time, staring at the congressman on the screen.Suddenly he lowered his head and kissed my head: "You are so pitiful." His voice was low.

"Huh?" I was surprised.

"I said it." He changed the channel lazily: "Go to sleep, miserable little girl."

I knew he wouldn't really sympathize with me...

I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep, but the most sleepy time seems to have passed, and now I can't fall asleep.

While trying to sleep, Fan Yin's voice came again: "Can't sleep?"

"..." It doesn't feel good.

"Can you help me?"

"..." It's really not a good intention.

He turned over and pressed down on me, first kissed my neck deeply for a while, and then said: "Take off your clothes, it's rare that you look pretty."

I have always been beautiful...

"I can't do it now." I really wanted to slap him, but I couldn't.

"I'm gentle." After finishing speaking, he kissed her without any explanation.

He's calmed down, but I'm still in no mood.I think I am the kind of person who needs to feel like doing it to be in a state. Now I first think that doing it is not good for me, and the second is thinking of five, what call girl...

Although Fanyin is a rambunctious person, he seems to have a high demand for such things.I dealt with it for a while and didn't fool him, so he pulled away and left after halfway through.

I thought he was going to take a bath, but he fell asleep as soon as he waited, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, he never came back.

He must have gone whoring again, thinking that I didn't satisfy him.

I annoyed and went back to sleep. Thinking of what he did to me this afternoon, I felt so dirty and disgusting.Going to the bathroom and remembering five more...

Enough is enough!I will never ask again in my life!

When he got out of the shower, the doorbell rang, and A Chang's face was displayed on the video screen.

Didn't Achang stay in Germany?

I asked, "Achang?"

"It's me, Miss Su." He said, "Please open the door."

(End of this chapter)