Sweetheart,Come Back!

At that time, she looked at him and said, "we're together."

At that time, she decided not to run away.

Even if the most separate, at least together.

However, this day, came too fast.

She was caught off guard.

The moment the bathroom door closed, an Yin covered his face, tears gushed out again.

***

Qin Jian stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, holding the washing table in his hand and looking at himself in the mirror, he no longer suppressed genes.

The mirror was dark, and his eyes were filled with blood, which added a touch of wild charm to his cold face.

Is he so terrible in her eyes?

Is it so hard to accept?

There was a surge of anger.

He punched his hand into a fist and hit it hard on the mirror.

The mirror broke into pieces with a crash, and the glass dregs pierced into the back of the hand. Blood flowed down the arm, drawing a bright red color.

It took a long time to suppress the rising anger.

The color in my eyes disappeared again.

He opened the bath, and the cold water poured down his head to calm him down slowly.

After a long time, he walked out of the bathroom.

An Yin is still lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, has fallen asleep.

Qin Jian stood by the bed, looking at the woman who had shrunk into a small group and sighed.

He was not human, and it was normal for her to be afraid. What did he care about with her.

Qin Jian sat down beside the bed and gently brushed away her long hair. Her small face was pale and more delicate.

The beautiful neck curve extends into the quilt.

There is no tucked in good by the corner, a touch of white shoulder.

She had no clothes on.

He looked at the grease on her shoulder. The fire, which had just been put out by cold water, was rekindled.

Open the quilt and lie down beside her.

Put your arm around her waist and press her into your arms.

His cold body stuck to her warm skin.

Her dream slightly shrinks, but pastes him closer.

He breathed heavily, and could no longer suppress the evil fire that was kindled again.

Re bind her hand again, fix it at the head of the bed, cover her eyes, turn over, separate her, and sink deeply

When she wakes up, before she wakes up, he kisses her with his head down, and stands up slightly to incarnate himself

Pain -

an Yin breathes heavily.

The extreme pain, let her not say a word, different from the usual strong force, will her bearing capacity to the extreme.

When the pain disappears, it is the ultimate pleasure that lasts.

She couldn't say anything but her broken voice.

***

when anyin woke up, it was the next day.

I wake up clearly, but my mind is in a muddle, and my consciousness can't come back to my brain.

The feeling of that time in her sleep, breathing is his unique taste, also hear his voice.

Whether it is the taste of sound, or his overbearing and ferocious style, she can not be more familiar with.

However, there is a strange feeling different from before.

What's going on?

Anyin's brain is stirred into paste.

Suddenly, the metal lighter "Ding" was heard.

Anyin suddenly wakes up.

She opened her eyes.

She had a little red fruit shoulder out of the quilt.

Tired in bed.

Gently moved, the soft feeling of skin rubbing the quilt.

She didn't wear anything.

This discovery made an Yin's face ignited instantly.

Breath, suddenly smell a faint smell of smoke.

She looked up dully.

Not far from the bed.

Qin Jian sat in a chair with a cigarette between his fingers and looked at her without saying a word.