Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-eight

Shi Yan only wanted to cry, but after crying for a while, she cried stupidly, as if there was no reason to cry, but she was too embarrassed to stop, stuck in an intermediate state, and could only cry reluctantly. Zhuoyou seems to have noticed it, and seized the opportunity to ask, "You don't like it?" She didn't answer, just cried. "You like it?" She still didn't answer, just cried. "Do you like it or not?" She still didn't answer, just cried. There was a little impatience in his voice: "I really don't understand you." She knew that if she didn't talk, he might be too lazy to care why she was crying, so she said coquettishly: "You just don't understand me, you just don't understand me! Because you don't want to understand me—"

"Who said I don't want to understand you? If I don't want to understand you, why should I ask you?" He paused for a while and asked, "Why are you crying? What did I do wrong?" "I want you to say those three words, do you understand? Do you understand? You don't understand anything, woo woo woo—" He smiled and said, "Oh, you just want me to say three words? Then just say it straight. After making such a big detour and crying for so long, I thought I made some big mistake—" "Isn't this a big mistake?" "Okay, it's a mistake, a big mistake, can I correct it?" He started to attack her breasts again, touching and saying, "Three words, three words, one two three, two two three, three two three , four two three—"

She pinched him hard, and he yelled "Ouch", and then threatened, "Don't pinch me again, I have both of your things in my hands, and if I squeeze them hard, I can crush them—" She thought he was nasty, dirty, unromantic, unloving to her.She said coldly: "Let go of me, I feel very boring—" But suddenly he hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I love you, I love you, baby, baby, I love you—" Although his tone of speaking was a bit joking, he said those three words after all, and said them many times, which made her feel a lot better.Maybe he was the kind of person who couldn't express love seriously, so he had to use these crooked ways.He was still reciting his "Three Character Classic" "Xiao Meimei, I love you, my dear, I love you", but she stopped crying and gradually melted into the heat wave created by his hands and lips.

He turned her around, kissed her mouth, spread her legs with his legs, slid one hand down, slipped into her legs, and fumbled here and there for a while, trying to Into her body, she clamped her legs and pulled his hands out, but he said "I love you" softer and sweeter, and she was finally lost, relaxed, and his fingers burrowed into her body. Her whole body trembled, the stimulation was too strong, she didn't even care about getting angry when he said "it's so slippery, there's a lot of water", she just focused on dealing with that feeling, fearing that she would cry out.

He started to stir inside, and she felt bad, bad, not pain, not itchy, but an indescribable feeling, a shock that she had to straighten her body to bear, a feeling of wanting him deep but also Think about his conflicted sense of withdrawal. She fought against that feeling for a while, feeling that there was a strange wave coming towards her, but they were all in a state where a wave was about to hit the shore, but was just a little away.She was so eager to hear him say those three words at this moment, but he didn't know why, but he became silent, as if he was engrossed in his manual labor, and she had climbed nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine miles like climbing the Great Wall , it's only a mile away, not even a mile, maybe a foot away, just a hand to hold her, and she can climb the Great Wall, but he just doesn't extend that hand Come.

He worked in silence for a while, teaching: "Relax, don't be so tense, learn to enjoy—" It was as if a devil's palm pushed her violently, and she retreated five thousand miles at once. His movements no longer made her want to scream, and there seemed to be numbness there, knowing that his hand was moving, but she didn't feel anything. He switched hands and worked for a while without saying a word, "What's going on? Why are you so hard to orgasm? Both my wrists hurt—" Two palms! Pushing her all the way back to zero, her body resented, and his movements were already starting to hurt her.

He probably felt it too, and pulled out his hand, completely striking. Both of them were lying there dejectedly, she didn't know what he was thinking, but she was full of resentment, but if someone asked her to come out and sue him now, she would definitely not be able to find a word.After lying down for a while, she plucked up the courage to ask: "Why do you want to do this?" "What kind?" "So, it's you today——like this?" "I've done a lot of things today, how do I know what you're talking about?" "Is that what you—just now—to me?"

He seemed to suddenly realize: "Touching you? You have to ask why? Didn't I say it, I just want you to feel comfortable." "But you—why would you—do this?" "What kind?" She couldn't speak out what she wanted to ask, and after holding back for a while, she said, "It's you—why you miss me—comfortable." "Why do you have to ask? Isn't it obvious? What do you think I should say?" "What do I think you say? I'm asking you—" "You ask me, who shall I ask?" She was stunned and said angrily: "You don't even know why you are doing this, so what are you doing? You-I hate you, I hate you, get out, get out of the car- "

As soon as she said this, she was stunned. She hoped that he didn't hear it, or that he wouldn't take it seriously, but he said: "Get out of the car and wait until the car stops—" She was disappointed and sad, but the words had been said, and there was nothing to undo, she just hoped he was joking, or just said wow, and then forgot. She remembered that this road was like this: there were many small stops at the beginning, so there were a lot of people when I got on the bus, and then it stopped and stopped, and the passengers kept getting off and getting off.After midnight, the number of people getting off is almost the same, the number of stops is relatively small, and most of the passengers have reached the terminal.She hoped that the next stop would be the terminus, so it would be useless for him to get off the bus, as he would get off to them immediately.But she calculated from the time and knew that this was impossible. If the train was not delayed, it would not arrive at their place until tomorrow morning. Now it was pitch black outside, so it must not be morning yet.

She was secretly hoping that the car would not arrive at the stop when the car stopped suddenly.The name of the station is not announced on the train in the middle of the night, for fear of waking up the sleeping passengers, so she didn't know if it was a temporary stop or if she had arrived at a station. Just as she was thinking about it, she heard him say, "It's the station, I'll get off the train." went." She felt as if her heart had been hollowed out suddenly, she was very confused and helpless, but she didn't know what to say, she would never beg him not to go down, she only hoped that he could turn a corner, as long as he turned a corner right now , she forgives him.But he didn't turn any corners, and walked directly under the car.

She covered herself with a quilt, trying not to think about what happened today, nor about their future, and only comforted herself by saying: Maybe this is better, maybe this is better, although she doesn't know why this is better. The car started, but he didn't come back; the car drove a long way, but he still didn't come back; the car stopped again, but he still didn't come back, she knew he really went down.She didn't know where he should go after he got off the car in a strange place in such a dark night. She didn't know if he had enough money for him to stay in a hotel, and she didn't know if there was a hotel nearby.He ran out in a hurry today, and spent money to buy two sleepers. There should be no money left, so how could he go home?Call home to send money?It costs money to make a phone call. Now she can't figure out why she lost his temper with him. He came to her as soon as he finished his work, and chased after him when he heard that she was going back to his hometown. He rescued her to her house, even if he did something and said something that made her angry, his general direction was still correct, and he just wanted her to be "comfortable". She thought of the boyfriends of those classmates in the class, it seemed that they were all for her own comfort, so she used her girlfriend as a tool, so in comparison, is Zhuoyou much more advanced?At least he wanted her to be comfortable, not himself.His attitude was a bit unserious, but didn't he also say those three words?Although it was after she reminded her, but—man—what should I say?Maybe it's just a poke and move? She regretted being so cruel to him and drove him out of the car. After he got out of the car, every minute seemed so long, and every scene of him being with her was so warm and interesting.She knew that she was really in love with him, and she couldn't bear to live without him anymore. She really hoped that he didn't go down, but hid somewhere in the car, and when the time was right, he would run out and scare her Jump.But she knew he wouldn't be like this, because he went down because he was annoying, because she was too difficult to serve, and she was cold-hearted and lost his temper.She said in her heart, if he is still in this car, if he is not angry, if he still comes to me later, I will never lose his temper again. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that he really got out of the car, that he was angry and would not come back to her.She couldn't sit still, and couldn't sleep, so she decided to look for him in every compartment, pretending to turn on the water, to see if he was in the car.She didn't know if she would ask him to come back here if he was in the car, but she didn't think it mattered because he probably wouldn't be in the car. She got up and straightened her clothes, but she couldn't find her underwear, probably he took them with him when he got out of the car.She didn't know why he took her underwear away, was it to brag to others as a trophy in the future?Her underwear is very popular, and her name is not written on it, what can he say?But she remembered that there were several incidents of missing underwear in the dormitory. Some people said that it was done by "underwear thieves". Dirty panties can produce desire. She couldn't understand this kind of person at all. How could there be such a strange person in the world?Not to mention stealing underwear, but also stealing dirty underwear, what is it if it is not a disease?At that time, when she heard this kind of legend, she just felt disgusted for a while, and then forgot it as a fairy tale. But today's incident reminded her of the legend of the "underpants thief", and she was a little suspicious that Zhuoyou was also an "underpants thief", but a more advanced underpants thief, who did not steal directly, but obtained it by means.The more she thought about this, the more she felt that Zhuo Liang had this quirk, because when he hugged her.He himself is not excited at all, and he can still sleep soundly, or play with her, maybe his purpose of playing with her is to make her panties dirty, and then he steals them, otherwise how to explain his strange behavior today? When she thought of his eccentricity, she felt disgusted. She slept in the same bed with him just now, disgusting, disgusting.But she felt sick for a while, and felt that her thoughts were too far-fetched.He chased her so far, bought two berths, and "served" her for so long, just to steal a pair of underwear?That price is too high, right?If he is really a "pants thief", shouldn't he wait until she gets her panties dirty before stealing?How could she take off her panties eight hundred years earlier?How can you get dirty if you take it off?Did it get dirty by then? But if you say he is not a "pants thief", you can't explain his lack of excitement.She thought left and right, and in the end she seemed to become a "underpants fan", thinking about her underwear, which one she was wearing today, the color, style, size, and when she took it off Whether it is dirty or not, to what extent it is dirty, and how excellence will behave against it.If he was really a "underpants thief", would she still love him? If he would make her "comfortable" first and then use her dirty panties to make himself "comfortable", would she still love him? She thinks it depends on why he became a "underpants thief". If he is born, genetic, or biological, then she shouldn't blame him, because it is out of his control, not what he wanted, It is a congenital reason.She felt that she was still willing to be with him, but she was afraid that others would laugh at her if they found out, but this kind of eccentricity was not like Huang Hai's face, outsiders would not see it at a glance, as long as it was well concealed, maybe no one would know .But if his "underpants thief" is not innate, but learned from bad people, and is the result of ideological and moral corruption, then she can't tolerate him. As soon as she thought that Zhuoyou might be a person with eccentricities, she felt that the creator was fair. He was born handsome, smart, a student from a famous school, with a good family background, and academically successful, but he had a quirk that made him If you can't live a normal life, is this considered leveling?In this way, the girlfriend in front of him may also have sex with others because of this, otherwise how can you explain that a girl will not like a young and handsome Zhuo Liang, but want to have sex with an old and ugly boss ?