Deep love never ends

What I want is always the answer to this question.

It's so unfair. It's him who annoys me, and it's him who kicks me off when I'm tired of it.

There are many unfair things in the world, but I don't want to bear it.

"Why don't you talk?"

He looked at me in silence and didn't speak.

But the more he frowned and refused to speak, the more I wanted to force him to speak.

I beg but can't. I'm hysterical, but who am I for!

"What do you want to hear?"

Qin Si's voice was very dumb, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes seemed to be deep again. I saw fatigue and indifference in his eyes.

Originally, the space here was narrow. Even if he pushed me away, we were so close that I could clearly smell his breath.

The very light taste makes people feel no aversion at all.

"I regret it. I regret it every minute of every day."

I didn't expect him to open his mouth. The hands that untied his buttons trembled, and I wanted to tear them all open for him.

There was the sound of footsteps outside, and then the movement of water. Someone came in.

"I regret teaching you, knowing you and getting into trouble like you."

Outside, there was the movement of other people coming in to the toilet. Inside, there was his indifferent voice.

Every word kills the heart.

I think the dignity of my life is lost here. I have the right not to see his sinking face, hold his waist and touch it urgently.

Yes, I want more.

This feeling is so bad that I'm going crazy.

Without waiting for him to say more heartbreaking words, I reached directly into it, as before.

I looked up at him and smiled brightly, as if I had just won a hard battle.

Look, it still has feelings for me.

After years of seamless contact, I understand all his feelings and even any subtle changes.

He is emotional, not as emotionless as he said.

I didn't have time to see his reaction. Even if I knew that my practice was stupid and terrible, I urgently wanted to use this method to determine that it was my illusion before, but in fact, everything hasn't changed.

You can still go back to the past.

He is taller than me. He used to bend down and hold me, let my legs wrap around his waist and hold me on the wall, but now he doesn't move and I can't reach it.

I put my hand around his neck and tried to jump on him, but my hand was opened.

One was unstable and didn't jump. The high-heeled shoes twisted hard and sprained their feet.

I just saw that even if he reacted, his face was still the way I hated and hated the most and didn't want to see just now, or the fake Sven of indifference to the bone.

He doesn't even want to touch me.

It turned out that it was just my own one-man play from beginning to end.

Before I could react, he had a calm face, packed his clothes, looked at me with undisguised disgust and lowered his voice, "you trample on yourself like this, which makes me feel sick."

With that, he didn't care about me. He opened the door directly, slammed it and left.

The moment the door opened, I saw two men standing over the urinal.

Before they looked back, I reached out and pulled the door shut.

Curled up on the toilet and trembled.

How could he?

There's someone outside. How can he leave me?

It's like a basin of cold water pouring down my head. For a moment, I figured out what I hadn't figured out before.

Man, it's true. I can't listen to the love words in bed.

The people who went to the bathroom outside didn't know when to leave. I just heard their voices discussing.

"How did I hear the man who went out talking to himself just now? Was he evil or someone inside?"

"Who knows, but if you have an affair, you won't be alone. Don't worry about him. Alas, when the party outside is over, there's plenty of work to do."

I didn't open the door until I left.

I stopped when I passed the mirror.

The person in the mirror still has a slap in the face, but the face is pale and has no blood color, and the lipstick is uneven. Fortunately, there is makeup powder, and the delicate makeup on the face has not changed at all.

I took the exit red to make it up. I raised my head and continued to show a gorgeous and publicity appearance. To be a mistress, you must have the appearance of a mistress. Otherwise, how can I afford his disappointment with me.

There's still a lot of noise outside.

This celebration banquet is really lively.

I was relieved that the whole corridor was empty.

But when I was about to turn around and return to the banquet, I was pulled by my arm.

The back is the cold wall, and the breath of persecution is in front of you.

"Going to the bathroom so long?"

Qin Langjun still had a cigarette in his mouth. He supported the wall with one hand and hugged me with the other, smiling at me.

I was trembling with laughter.

I just remembered that I had not only seen him several times, but even heard his name before.

Because he was the son of Qin Si, I paid more attention to the things that were left behind before I remembered.

He is not more gentle than Qin Si. It seems that he is more insidious and ruthless than Satan.

I don't know how long he has been here, or what he saw me do just now.

When the fear of hindsight spread, my back against the wall became colder, and my bones were cold and painful.

Stunned for a while, I pretended not to know anything and met him with a grin.

"How long has it been? I can't wait?"

The light here is dark. I can't tell the emotion on Qin Langjun's face.

Even if he sees something, as long as I bite to death and refuse to admit it, I guess he can't get any news from me.

I took the initiative to climb up to him, dutifully played the appearance of a money worship mistress, learned the appearance of those mistresses I had seen, and exaggerated tiptoed to kiss his chin.

Sure enough, seeing his frown, there was a touch of inadvertent irritability.

My hanging heart just fell.

If I don't want to provoke such a person and cause trouble in the future, I can only make him think I'm just money worship. When he hates me, it's over.

It's not shameless for everyone to take what they need.

He had some beard residue on his chin, which hurt me a little. I bit his lower lip and looked at his face somewhat similar to Qin Si.

The next second, the warm lips suddenly left, and my chin was pinched.

"What's the matter?" I asked, blinking at him as the anxiety I had just pressed rose up again.

What I met was still the dark eye I saw at the beginning. He bowed his head and buried it in the nest of my neck. He took a deep breath. His voice was hoarse and long, like thunder, which made me completely cold——

"You smell like other men."