The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 73 Kiss Me
After a stalemate for a while, I said, "As for Su Jing...he is my classmate and he used to help me a lot, so..."

Before I could finish speaking, he had already pushed me against the cold wall.

The severe pain continued to expand with his force. My injury here is still not healed, and I hate being like this very much.

But he never pity me, I don't cry he still slowly, when I cry he just stabbed to the end.

He didn't stop, pressing in hard, I was dizzy with pain, and I heard his deep voice: "Tell the truth."

"No..." I cried and said, "I said that the day I was pregnant... No, I just changed my pajamas because, because I helped him cook, and it smelled a lot. I didn't do it..." I felt so humiliated : "I really didn't sit down."

He finally paused: "Su Jin?"

"He's my brother..."

Laughter came, his arm wrapped around mine, and after a while, he backed out.His voice is laced with an intensity called "can't help it": "No more lies."

I was so painful that I was about to collapse, if he hadn't pulled me, I would have knelt down.

"Did you hear that?" He squeezed my arm.

My lips were trembling and I couldn't speak.

He didn't ask again, he let go of one hand, fetched the small shower, and pressed my head.

The sound of water came, and his voice was vague: "Does it hurt?"

I think my face is enough to answer him.

He let out that very "happy" laugh again: "It's right to be in pain, and only pain can last a long time."

I still didn't speak.

He quickly washed me clean, found a bath towel to wrap me up, carried me back to the bed, took my bath towel away, and said lightly while wiping: "Lie down, I'll give you the medicine."

I grabbed the quilt and covered it, looking at the little blood stains on it, not wanting to speak.

"Hurry up." He rubbed my head and kissed the top of my head: "It won't hurt after taking the medicine."

I said, "I want to go to class."

"Don't go, rest at home."

I glanced at him, not wanting to agree, and not daring to insist.

Fortunately, he changed his mind: "You have to take the medicine first in class, and if you delay, you will be really late."

I had to get down, close my eyes, and bury my head under the pillow.

I heard him open the drawer, his fingers caressing my body.Moisture came from the wound, and I stiffened involuntarily, and I heard his laughter again: "How dare you drink and ride me at this level." He was talking about the first time.

It seems that Mrs. Han's words are not wrong, at least the sex exposed my bullying nature.

Fanyin went to change clothes, and I also dragged my feet to find some clothes to put on. Since I didn't have enough time, I quickly tied my hair up.

When going out, Fanyin's car was waiting at the gate.

I pretended not to see him, pushed him back, and was dialing the driver's number, when Uncle Lin came and said, "Madam, why don't you get in the car?"

I……

When he went out again, the driver had already opened the door, and Fanyin was sitting inside.

I had to sit in, the wound was getting more painful, and I had to concentrate on adjusting my sitting posture.

Fanyin suddenly said, "What are you doing here?"

His voice was frighteningly cold, I couldn't help but tremble, and looked at him: "Class."

"Oh." His tone was weird: "I thought I was going to have an affair with a male classmate."

What is he going to do?
Find fault and bully me?Bullying I need to find fault?
"Changing clothes, putting on makeup, tidying my hair." He glanced at my hands and said, "Jewelry, wedding rings, put them all on for me, and if you dare to go out in disheveled clothes, you will never go out."

I wanted to say that my time was running out, but I was bullied for saying so, so I had to get out of the car and go upstairs.After tidying up again, I was as fast as possible, but when I got into the car again, four or ten minutes passed at a leisurely pace.

If you do not show up to class within half an hour, you are truly absent from class.

But the speed is less than thirty miles.

I couldn't help it anymore, so I had to say: "Can you drive faster?"

"There will be a traffic accident." He said leisurely, "Anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

"I'm in a hurry." I whispered.

He glanced at me and raised the corners of his mouth: "Is this your attitude of begging for help?"

"Please." I said.

"Who are you begging for?"

I didn't want to say it, but I said it anyway: "Husband."

"Connect."

"Husband, please." This is the general feeling of being forced into prostitution.

He stretched out his arms, wrapped them around my shoulders, and asked with a smile, "What are you begging my husband for?"

"Ask the driver to drive faster."

"Oh," he said, "I don't understand."

"Honey, please ask the driver to drive faster, I'm going to be late for class."

He still refused, saying, "Don't be so mechanical."

I didn't speak or move.

"Like in Las Vegas, sweet voice." He squeezed my shoulder: "I like that."

it is good.

I am sweet.

I said, "Husband, please..."

I couldn't go on, couldn't help but started to cry: "Please, tell the driver to drive faster. Please..."

He didn't move at first, then let go and leaned back: "Drive faster."

When we got there, there were 10 minutes left before class.

I had already walked into the school gate, and the phone rang again, it was a multi-tone sound.

"Come out." He said and hung up the phone.

I had no choice but to run out, the car window was open, Fanyin was still in the car, showing that charming face, and the girls nearby kept looking sideways.

I ran over and asked, "What's the matter?"

He raised his face: "Kiss me."

I kissed him on the face, and answered all the difficulties he might face: "Goodbye, husband."

He didn't say a word, and I was about to leave when my jaw was pinched.

He kissed my lips, the tip of his tongue slid around my teeth, opened his eyes, and said, "I won't come back at night."

"Oh."

"I'm going to go whoring." He raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "How many do you think I should find?"

"casual."

"Seven?"

"Ah."

"Then tell me, am I looking for seven women, or six brothers?" He asked with a wicked smile, "What do you think is more interesting?"

I couldn't help it: "Pervert."

He bit my lip violently, before my mouth could close, the tip of his tongue pierced my teeth and hooked my tongue.

I tried to shrink my neck, but he grabbed my neck.He didn't use much force, but it was scary.

I froze, and he was more at ease, trying to tease my sore tongue, sucking my air dry as always.I planned to stay until the end, but I didn't respond, but suddenly felt a force from the hand pinching my neck, and I quickly responded to him vigorously.

Satisfied, he released his hand, clasped the back of my neck with his palm, and stroked the hair over there with his thumb.

It finally came to an end.

He stroked my lips and asked with a smirk, "Aren't you crying?"

I avoided his gaze, but couldn't quite do it because of the angle.

"You're kidding, don't be angry." He kissed me on the mouth again, and said softly, "Come on, baby, little Lingling."

I couldn't run for long, although I was still late, but luckily my instructor let me in.

This year's course is not difficult, but I put it on hold for too long, and German universities are very strict, but I am always bullied by Fanyin so that I have no time to study, and I am confused in class, so I can't keep up.

Today is the same, I don't know what the teacher said at all, I just feel dizzy and restless.For a while, I remembered the way Fanyin bullied me, and for a while, I remembered the way he kissed me.Can't concentrate.

After a whole day like this, when class was over, I went out with some girls, but I didn't find the pink Rolls-Royce, but I saw Fanyin's car driving up.

I didn't want to see him at all. Before the car stopped, he probably didn't notice me and went back to school.

After walking a few steps, the phone rang, it was Fanyin.

I picked it up and asked, "husband?"

"Hmm." He asked, "get out of class is over?"

"not yet."

"Why not?"

"Because there are extracurricular activities." I said, "There are club activities."

"what type?"

"The band." I really joined the band, but I never went, and they didn't urge me to go again when I was free.

"Yo." His voice was obviously laughing: "What will you play?"

"I can play the drums." I replied proudly, "I can also play the guitar."

"It will be a lot."

"Of course, I can also play the flute!" I can also play the flute very well!

He let out an obscene laugh: "The real person doesn't show his face, my little wife."

I came to my senses, this pervert said: "I mean blowing the real Xiao!"

"Hmm." He pretended to be innocent: "I also mean it."

"I mean Dong Xiao! Dong Xiao! You don't want to be full of pornography and not artistic, okay?"

I was screaming, and my arms suddenly wrapped around my waist.I shivered and turned my head away.

"It's fashionable for bands to rehearse at the gate now?" He smiled evilly: "Young people are fashionable."

It's over, this guy is going to hit me again.

I couldn't help trembling, but he let go and held my wrist instead: "Go."

"Where are you going?" I tried to stay in place.

"Take you to appreciate my artistic cells." He successfully dragged me away.

It’s not just about hitting me in any corner, I said, “Where do you want to show it?”

He replied as he walked: "Your band."

"Oh."

He stopped and looked at me disdainfully: "What?"

"The direction you are going is the bathroom." I pointed to him: "The direction of the band is there."

He turned to walk in the direction I pointed, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom to fuck you first."

I muttered softly: "It's so disgusting..."

He glanced over: "Huh?"

"It's so interesting."

"Then try it." He raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "The bathroom in your school is good, clean, private, and soundproof."

I held him back hard: "Are you a graduate of our school?"

"No." He said proudly. "How can I graduate from the driver's academy?"

"Then what did you mean by that?"

"Oh." He put his arms around my waist and leaned his head to my ear: "I have fucked countless senior sisters of yours here, and your blond hair, postdoctoral degree, married twice, likes to wear dark blue suits , the tutor who was teaching you 10 minutes ago."

(End of this chapter)