I was kissed by a stranger, and it was the tongue kiss.

My tongue didn't press into his mouth. I didn't press it into his back.

The most intuitive feeling that my body gives me is not disgust, but shivering from the bottom of my heart.

"Oh, how did she die? fall ill? A car accident? "

He shook his head: "one of my best friends."

I squatted down beside him: "who is she? Is that your girlfriend? "

This is a face I haven't seen before, but her smile broke my heart.

My heart bumped for no reason, my hand can't help attaching the photo, stroking the girl's face in the photo, but it's cold, so cold that I can't help shaking.

I walked over to the tombstone. There was a picture of a girl in her twenties, with a big mouth and a happy smile. She looked heartless at a glance.

I am very interested to know whether the deceased who likes qianrihong is a man or a woman.

Finally, he stopped at a tombstone and put the thousand day red in his arms in front of the tombstone.

A man full of stories always brings people a sense of curiosity and makes people want to explore him.

Although he is tall and handsome, his eyebrows and eyes are always full of sadness.

His tall black back looks a bit lonely. I vaguely feel that he is a man with a story. There must be a very sad or tragic story in him.

He happened to be dressed in black today. Did he prepare to visit the tomb long ago?

He went into the cemetery with the big bunch of flowers in his arms, and I followed him.

I don't want to ask so many questions. I'll know later.

She? Which one is she? Man or woman?

"Thousand day red is her favorite."

I've never seen someone sweep a grave with such a festive flower. I can't help but remind him: "elder brother, we use chrysanthemums to go to the grave. It's not good. White roses are OK!"

I watched him blankly go to the back of the car, open the trunk, and then carry out a big hold of qianrihong from inside.

Who is he going to sweep the grave for?

It's really strange that people take their younger sisters to hotels, clubs and other places. No matter how hard it is, they also buy them in the shopping mall. He would like to take me directly to the cemetery.

"Today is her death day. I'll come and see her."

I said: "don't bring me to sweep the grave. Today is not Qingming. "

it seems that the car is driving more and more out of the way, and finally it stops outside a cemetery.

But I don't want to explore any more.

The man named Qi was sitting next to me, and his breath made me feel vaguely familiar.

I sit quietly in the car, looking out the window backward scenery.

Anyway, my intuition is that he won't sell me. Let him take me where he wants.

I didn't ask him where he took me. After that, I didn't want to know who he was.

"Take you to a place."

He didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he took my hand and got on the bus.

I looked up to see his face, his face white frightening, as if the sick man is him.

"No I shook my hand and gasped and said to him, "the doctor said that my brain has been operated on, so I can't use it too much, so I'd better not have such a strong thirst for knowledge about things before."

I was held in my arms by a powerful arm: "I'll take you to the hospital."

I rinsed my mouth and vomited. I didn't feel so bad in my stomach.

I had a splitting headache. After vomiting, he handed me a bottle of water.

I vomit in the dark. I want to vomit out all my internal organs.

As soon as the car stopped, I jumped out of the car, squatted on the side of the road and spat out.

He immediately told the driver, "pull over."

There is a kind of sour things from the stomach top up, I covered my mouth: "I'm going to vomit."

My head is very painful. Every time I feel like I want to explore my previous life, my head is particularly painful and my stomach is upset.

When I looked into his eyes, many shadows suddenly appeared in my mind, which were in chaos, shuttling through my mind like a lantern.

"Do you know me? Talk to me!"

But the problem is, when I see his eyes, my heart is in pain.

He looked at me in a very different way, mixed with some heartbreak and some indescribable despair.

He must know me. My intuition is that he's not that kind of thief.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? You know me? You used to know me, didn't you? "

His two hands holding my face, I was really confused by him.I can't hate the people I'm up to and down to.

The man looks too good-looking, is really a monster.

For this perpetrator, I have some pity.

He just released me, his forehead against my forehead, I watched him long and curly thick eyelashes droop.

He didn't let me go until I called out, "I can't breathe!"

I started to fight desperately, even I forced to bite his lips, but he was kissing me wholeheartedly. I bit until I couldn't bear to bite, and finally let go.

His mouth suddenly issued a very repressive groan, and then again close to me, blocked my lips.

I said, "of course, he's my boyfriend! You can't be too intimate! "

was originally not, but I suddenly wanted to peel.

He looked at me: black pupil more black.

"You mean my boyfriend?" I'm hoarse.

Who is it? Did he mean Sanshi?

I looked at him in amazement. He opened his thin lips and said, "did that man ever kiss you like this?"

His hand suddenly put on my lips, gently rubbed, a kind of indescribable tremor swept through my body.

It was only later that I reflected that I pushed him away. He was pushed away by me, but he still had one hand on the back of my head and the other hand around my waist. He didn't mean to release me.

But the person in front of me is not like this. He appeared in front of me with a strong sense of familiarity that we can't resist.

But I just resist.

So no matter how I give myself psychological counseling, say he is my boyfriend, do any intimacy, is not too much.

Sang Shixi also tried to kiss me like this, but I pushed his lips away before he touched mine.

I don't even give him a chance like that?

Why do I feel this way about the kiss of a person who has only seen two sides?

"No He shook his head: "she fell from upstairs."

"Ah." I open my mouth wide: "suicide?"

He looked at me with eyes I couldn't understand. After a while, he shook his head: "it's not suicide."

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