The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 71 Snake

I was so scared that I let go and retreated into the corner at the speed of Bolt: "Who are you?"

"Me?" He glanced at me, and then sneered: "The plan is very careful."

I still have fantasies in my heart: "Don't joke with me..."

"Are you kidding?" He raised his eyebrows, his body started to move, and he crawled towards me like a leopard.

I couldn't help but start to tremble: "Don't touch me."

But he has already grabbed my wrist and squeezed it tightly: "I'm a pervert."

"It's just a nickname..." I explained pointlessly.

"Oh." He pinched my jaw violently, and the severe pain clearly reminded me of his anger at the moment: "Just want me to get out of here."

If I could talk, maybe I'd say: Yeah, that's all I want you to get out of, no one wants to live with a pervert!
If I could talk, maybe I would also say: No, as long as you don't hit me, I can live like this.

The two sentences are what I want to say the most at the moment, but he pinches me so painfully that I can't say a word.

Suddenly, he let go of my hand, pulled my leg like a sack, and pressed my stomach.

The pain from yesterday is still there, and I don't want to have sex with him at all.However, my struggle was as futile as every time. He grabbed my wrists with one hand, opened the drawer with the other hand, pulled out a pistol, pulled the trigger, and the bullet entered the chamber with a soft click.I was trembling, and the cold muzzle of the gun was already pressing on my forehead.

I stared at his finger on the trigger, and my whole body stiffened.

I still remember him telling me to keep my finger outside the trigger ring when the pistol was loaded.Because the trigger of the pistol is very flexible, as long as the finger flicks, it will go off immediately-just like him at this moment.

So I was so frightened that I couldn't even beat my heart, I forgot to breathe, I forgot to tremble, and my eyes dimmed.I lost even the notion of time and just stared at the finger on the trigger, even hallucinating a few times that it was already depressed.

He didn't seem to speak, or he said it, but I didn't hear it at all.Where else can I hear speech?I was about to be shot in the head—the kind that would go right through the skull and ooze blood and brains.

Suddenly, his fingers moved, and he pressed down slowly and without hesitation.

I don't know about others, but I am a person who can't make a sound when the fear reaches the extreme, as if being strangled by someone's neck, and I don't even have the ability to call for help at the end.

I also forgot that I could close my eyes, so I just watched him pull the trigger to the bottom.

but……

Nothing happened.

My mind went momentarily deaf, staring blankly at the pistol.It did go down and didn't move for a long time, the bullet should have gone into my head, but I didn't feel anything.

Am I already dead?
I do not know either.

At this moment, the muzzle of the gun suddenly moved away, and there was a loud noise.I followed the sound and found that the gun had been thrown to the balcony window, and at the same time as I looked over, the gun suddenly burst into flames.I suddenly realized that it was not some god who saved me just now, but the bullet got stuck in the barrel of the gun. The probability of this is not high, but it can happen, and the pistol at this time is easy to explode.Thinking of this, I instinctively grabbed his skirt, trying to get into his arms.

The back of my head seemed to be pinned down, along with my ears and shoulders, but I could still hear a loud bang like a firecracker, together with the clang of the whole piece of glass smashing down.

I just came back to my senses and realized that I really got my life back this time by luck, and I started to cry before I knew it.At the same time, the hand holding me suddenly loosened, and there was a faint bitter taste in his mouth, which made people feel sad.His kisses were always as fierce and cruel as his own, as if they were pulling my tongue out by the roots.

He is like the boa constrictor raised in the backyard, which uses its flexible body to slowly and without hesitation wrap around its prey.

Circle and circle until the sky is covered.Everywhere, it's like a net.

It has exercised the most complete control over the prey, teaching it not to breathe, not to tremble, not to think, not to escape, but to die.

Just when my spirit and consciousness were about to fall into a vacuum, he suddenly let go.

My lungs have failed me, and my eyes are dizzy, and I can only see his eyes.

The eyes were exactly like the python's: focused, calm, and without warmth.

When his lips were on mine again, I felt the oxygen I needed to live.

The chest cavity, which had been almost vacuumed, gradually filled, and I slowly began to wake up.My whole body is numb and I want to move.But inexplicably shuddered and dripped a stream of cold sweat.

I look at him, but his eyes are closed.

That tongue was more like a core spit out by a python, touching the corners of my lips, my neck, and the pinnae of my ears...

Like an auditory hallucination, his voice is also like a snake. If a snake also has a voice, it must be so elegant and indifferent:

"I really want to kill you."

Perhaps the closest feeling to death in this world is not death itself.

but sex.

I feel like I've been killed by him.

……

I gradually came to my senses.

Feeling that he has let go of me, but has not left me.

I was suddenly not sure which one he was at the moment, and I suddenly didn't know which one I was looking forward to more.

A window was knocked out by the shock from the pistol explosion.In the night of early spring, the cold wind is still strong, and the vast greenery around the house also makes it humid, so there is a touch of cold in the cold.

I shrunk my body and crawled into his arms, although the surface of his skin was cold, but he wrapped his arms around mine tightly.

We both remained silent.

Also like two snakes intertwined for warmth.

A long time passed like this.

It's been so long that I have completely calmed down, so calm that I start to laugh at myself: What was I just doing?What are you doing now?
He almost killed me.

I still...

Looks like I deserved the beating.

He suddenly opened his mouth: "What's wrong?"

This tone is like that abnormal.

Fear and embarrassment kept me from turning my head, and I just slid my eyeballs out of the corners to catch a glimpse of his face.He still had no expression on his face, and there was an inexplicable smile in his dark eyes.

Are you kidding me?

I also want to laugh at myself.

I felt him move, and suddenly there was moisture on his neck.

I couldn't avoid it, so I had to shrink my neck.

"You love me too?" He stopped suddenly, his voice was soft, which didn't fit his usual rudeness.

I said, "You're a pervert."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the corners of his mouth curled up silently: "Are you sure?"

I was inexplicably angry: "I will go to the doctor!"

"What are you looking at?" He bit my neck with his teeth and asked vaguely, "Stockholm?"

Yes.

This is a disease!

He must have been delighted, and even laughed out loud.

I became completely annoyed, raised my sore arm pressed by him, and pushed him with all my strength.

It was still in vain, but instead he grabbed my palm, propped up his body, pulled it to his lips, and took it into his mouth.

He bit it gently like a kitten, and raised the corners of his lips: "Answer seriously."

"You're a pervert." I turned my face sideways, not wanting to see his expression of success.

"In other words." He spread my hand and kissed my palm. The blurred light caused his half-closed eyelashes to cast two thick and colorful shadows like Peking Opera masks on the lower eyelid: "Do you love me too?"

"What do you mean?"

He didn't answer, just laughed.

Like an underwhelmed prodigal.

"I don't want to say it's okay?"

"No." He bit my palm.

"What if it's not possible?"

"Hit you." He let go of my hand, pressed the top of my head, pressed his forehead against mine, and urged softly, "Say it quickly. Don't lie."

I don't feel the need to say anything.

And I thought of a good way to decline: "Then you talk first."

He is still laughing.

"Are you..." I'll make a detour first: "Are you jealous?"

He still didn't speak, turned his head and rubbed his cheek against my face.

"Say it quickly." I imitated his tone and said, "Don't lie."

"Yes—ah—" he drew a long tone, and with a deep smile in his voice, he answered slowly.

"then you……"

Forget it, don't ask.

He rubbed it for a while, then raised his head again: "Ask."

"I……"

For some reason, I couldn't open my mouth.

"Then it's my turn to ask." He turned serious.

"No!" I just asked, "Do you like me?"

For a single word, he has no words.

Just looking at me like this, not for a moment, not moving.

I couldn't feel my own heartbeat, but I could feel his. His heart was beating wildly, like a bomb timer, and my chest was numb.

I'm a bit of a jerk, but I was a little nervous when he looked at me. I couldn't help but destroy the uncomfortable atmosphere, and pushed him with my hands: "Go down, I'm going to take a shower."

He suddenly squeezed my jaw.

I thought he was going to say something, but he still didn't say anything, but turned his face and kissed her.

My body was inexplicably numb, and I forgot how to move.

He let go suddenly, but did not leave completely: "Hold me." His tone was gentle but unquestionable.

I didn't want to hug him, but his arms wrapped around me tightly.

"Hold me." This time he was much stricter.

I must have hugged his back because I was afraid he would hit me.

He seemed to hear a hazy laugh, and he kissed harder, almost breaking my neck.

In the end, neither he nor I got an answer.

There was no dialogue at all, just a deep or shallow kiss, which made my lips numb.I never knew he loved kissing so much.

Early the next morning, I was shaken awake, and when I fully woke up, Fan Yin was no longer there.

I forced myself to sit up and felt a sharp pain all over my body. Thinking of the reason for the pain, I felt an inexplicable sense of shame about cheating.

I was in a daze for a while, until it was too cold, and I remembered that today is Monday and I have to go to class, and it is already 07:30.

He hurried into the bathroom, was startled when he opened the door, and hurried out again.Before standing still at the door, I heard a voice inside: "Come in."

(End of this chapter)