forbidden zone of love

Chapter 2

The deafening sound of spraying water poured out from the nozzle, as if flooding the whole world. The bathroom was filled with water vapor, thick fog with sultry temperature, steaming bare skin, making it difficult to breathe.

Naked, Mo Xiaobei curled up in the bathtub, his jet-black hair dripped down his spine and fell into the water. The water in the bathtub gradually increased, and as the water surface floated, the ends of his black hair formed into strands. swaying, like a crazily growing young tree.The sobbing sound like a small animal came out intermittently from her slender arms, and was lost in the huge sound of water, without a sound.

Continuous drops of water hit the face and body in a hurry, and the seaweed seemed to float and surge like roots, as if it had life.

Her body was already flushed, but she kept rubbing it, as if she could kill something fiercely.

The smell of that man, the whole body is full of the smell of that man!
She bit her lips in panic, trying to make herself forget, but the fragments of that day still appeared in her mind, the rapid breathing, the dim corridor, the cold cologne, the possessive and forceful kiss, his hot hand on her tender Cruising on the skin...

"what!"

She screamed and threw the soap in her hand, the white oval made a splash on the floor tiles, then slanted against the corner of the door, bounced back with a "snap", and fell silent.

The sound of water drowned all this, and there was only the sound of falling like a waterfall in my ears.

Mo Xiaobei stared blankly, and buried his whole body in the water with a whimper, his black hair bloomed like a lotus in the water, rippling like a silent vine.

In the light of the water, she thought of the boy's face again. In summer, his face was hazy and unreal in the summer sun, and the white shirt exuded a faint gardenia fragrance.

But today, she doesn't smell like him anymore.

She began to panic, what should she do if she never smelled of him?
She has always used the brand of soap powder he used to wash clothes, and has been wearing white skirts in summer, but she still can't keep his smell. He never uses perfume, but his body exudes a fragrance that she is jealous of.

At that time, she would pout her lips and shake his arm to act like a baby, asking him to tell her the secret of this delicate fragrance on her body.

Being helplessly entangled by her, he had no choice but to tell her the brand of soap powder with a smile, and then she would happily buy it, but she would never exude such a good smell.

Finally, he smiled narrowly, and said, "If you stay with me, don't you smell like me!"

She laughed excitedly, and immediately thought of an idiom: "This is called similar smell!"

But, he's gone, where can she find his smell...

With a sound of "wow", she crashed out of the water, water droplets splashed wantonly, slid down from her hair and face, and flowed through the corners of her eyes like tears.

He hugged his arms tightly, his knuckles were faintly white.

How could he, how could that man, he showed no mercy to the place that even Hao had never touched... Isn't everything about her always reserved for Hao...

Her rosy lips were bitten bloodshot, she closed her eyes tightly, and her closed eyelids converged into a graceful arc.

I think it was because I stayed in the bathroom for too long, but Mo's mother's uncertain voice came from outside: "Xiao Bei?"

In the sound of splashing water, her voice lost far away its weight.

"Xiao Bei?" The voice began to sound anxious, and the sound level also increased by several percent.

Opening her eyes suddenly, she straightened up, subconsciously turned her head to the door, and the voice of Mo's mother and Mo's father sounded outside the door at the same time, she had lost her previous composure, and she was about to break the door.

"Little Bei?"

"I'll be out in a minute!"

She was stunned before speaking, her voice was a little choked, with a strong nasal voice, but the sound of the water in the room was too loud to be heard outside, and finally realized who the culprit was, she turned off the nozzle, and said it again.

There was an obvious panting sound from outside, but Mo's mother still ordered uneasy: "Xiaobei, come out quickly, your father will wash up later."

Mo's mother was obviously flustered. The master bedroom has a bathroom, so why come to the living room? She was just worried that she would do something stupid.

Xiaobei said "hmm" and stopped talking. He got up and put on his pajamas and looked in the mirror to make sure there were no red circles under his eyes, so he opened the door and went out.

"Go to bed early, isn't there still class tomorrow?"

Mother Mo said with a smile.

Mo Xiaobei glanced at the crow's feet at the corners of his mother's eyes, felt a faint pain in his heart, smiled lightly, as if reassuring Mo's mother: "Mom, don't worry, I will go tomorrow."

"Hmm." Mother Mo didn't have the joy she imagined on her face, she watched her enter the room, and sighed softly the moment the door was closed.

"Her father, I heard that it would be useful to seek a psychiatrist. We..."

Seeing Mo's father's gloomy face, Mo's mother hesitated to speak.

"no!"

Father Mo frowned heavily, and interrupted heavily: "If her classmates find out, what will they think of her? I'll call Tianyu later, that kid Yuchen is very talented. I heard that many girls like it. Our family Maybe Xiaobei can be tempted, but if not, let them live together, and they will fall in love with each other for a long time, I don't believe it, our Xiaobei will never forget that Hao..."

Mo's mother turned pale after hearing this, and booed: "Her father, Xiao Bei just celebrated his birthday, living together... Isn't it too early?"

With a "pop", Father Mo slapped the table heavily, and stood up angrily: "Is she still young? There is still a long way to go for her in the future. Could it be that she hanged herself on a tree, that child Yuchen? I've seen it before, why isn't it better than that child Hao, does she want to never marry anyone for the rest of her life?" The slightly fatter muscles on his face trembled slightly, his expression became agitated, and his voice became louder and louder, almost reaching everyone clearly through the door panel in the ear.

Mother Mo's face turned pale with anxiety, and hurriedly pulled Father Mo back, "Don't let Xiaobei hear it."

Mo's father's neck was bent: "I just let her hear it!"

"His father!" Mo's mother stomped anxiously, and was about to persuade her, but the door of Mo Xiaobei's room opened. It stopped abruptly, and the air was still filled with the hot and humid aroma of Mo Xiaobei's body, as if she could feel the crystal water droplets from her seaweed-like long hair, floating lightly.

Mo's mother came back to her senses, ignored Mo's father, turned her head to look at Mo Xiaonan who poked her head out, and stomped anxiously: "Xiaonan, go after him!"

Mo Xiaonan responded, hurriedly changed his slippers, and chased him out.

Mo's mother gave Mo's father a hard look, and said angrily, "Why are you so angry with the child!"

Annoyance had already appeared on Mo's father's face, and after a long while, he sighed and said, "I'm not angry with her, I'm just angry that I can't help her."

Mother Mo was startled, sighed, and stopped talking.

The night is very dark, the road is wide and empty, occasionally a few cars pass by, making a slight "rumbling" sound, the lights sweep quickly, and then disappear far away into the distance, as if there is no end.

There are tall street lamps standing on both sides, and the bright white halo emits a faint blue color, which penetrates to the stone bricks on the ground, which is cold and quiet.

Unknowingly left the community, I didn't even think about which direction to go, my face was blown dry by the wind, but no tears flowed, the big black and white eyes felt empty, as if there was no soul.

She was wearing white pajamas, cute rubber slippers on her feet, her hair was wet and stuck to her body, and her weird attire could make people commit crimes.

Seeing her whistling and seeing that no one was chasing after her, several boys in strange clothes became more courageous.

"Hey, alone!"

One of them threw away the cigarette in his mouth, crushed it with his foot on the ground, and smiled mischievously.

Mo Xiaobei turned his head blankly. When he saw those people, he was instinctively terrified and ran away without even thinking. Loud, and finally, she still fell to the ground, her elbow hurting bone-piercingly, the blue stone brick was stained with bright red, seeped into the texture, and turned into a frightening crimson.

Blood!

Her body trembled inexplicably. She remembered that there was also blood that day, the sky was red, and she rushed towards her with teeth and claws, tightly strangling her throat, unable to breathe.

Her breathing quickened.

The sound of brakes pierced the silence of the night, and a red Ferrari sports car stopped firmly in front of her. She raised her head blankly, and her panicked face was reflected on the shiny car door.

"boarding."

He looked at her indifferently, and spoke lightly.

(End of this chapter)