Kiss You, Sweetheart

"Close your eyes." Song Zhixin drank her and sneered, "why, are you reminding me to take you to a clean place?"

After that, he gave a cold smile, and his eyes were full of hatred. "What are you doing with a woman like you in the bathroom?"

This kind of humiliation completely hurt Demi's heart. After her eyelashes flickered a few times, she finally burst into tears.

Only in the bathroom?

He had hated her so much.

Song Zhixin completely ignores Demi's tears, full of resentment, controls his behavior, and he is about to squeeze into her body.

Demi suddenly sneered: "Song Shao, do you still need a dirty woman like me?"

Song Zhixin's action suddenly stopped.

"I don't know how many men I've had in the past six years. Song Shao, are you so clean that you don't want a woman like me? I'm not afraid of getting sick. "

On Song Zhixin's face, dark clouds rolled over and completely darkened. Hands, suddenly caught Demi's neck, breathing urgent spray on her face.

So hot!

He almost squeezed a word out of his teeth, and his lips trembled: "you shameless woman."

Seeing the anger in his eyes, Demi smiles indifferently. She knows that he has lost interest.

"Your success has turned me off. You're right. I'm not so humble as song Zhixin. I want to be a woman like you."

After that, song Zhixin takes back his hand and leaves Demi completely. The heat close to each other suddenly disappeared. It was like pulling away the spine that supported Demi's body. She stuck to the wall to support her weak body.

All the people!

That's good. What other vicious words do you give her?

However, song Zhixin said nothing. From putting on his clothes to opening the bathroom door, he never looked at Demi again.

And Demi, after he left, slipped down the wall and fell to the ground.

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the woman on the bus (1)

her mind was empty, and she didn't know how long she had been sitting on the ground until there was a knock on the door.

"Amy?" It's Huo Chun's voice.

Demi came back to her senses, choked for a moment, and answered in a low voice: "it's almost ready."

Her thick nasal voice made Huo Chun frown slightly outside the door.

"Amy, are you ok?"

"No Demi replied calmly.

"Well, I'll wait for you outside."

Demi heaved a sigh, lifted herself up, went to the wash basin and looked at herself in the mirror. The stage make-up powder was thick, and tears rushed out of the two gullies. The mascara was covered with black paste around the rim of the eye, like a panda.

Just make-up, is whitening.

The worst thing is not this, but her costume. In the entanglement with song Zhixin, the shoulder strap was broken, and she was hanging pitifully on her chest.

And the kisses on her neck and chest, like flowers blooming on the snow everywhere.

I didn't feel it just now. Now I'm surprised that song Zhixin just had so much passion to plant so many "strawberries" on her skin.

She looked at herself so badly that she didn't know how to face Huo Chun. And the people who were playing together. She doesn't want to be high in front of people, but, no matter who, will not want to let her embarrassing side appear in front of people.