Chapter 7 sobriety (7)

Another six days to complete He doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner in summer, and a small simple electric fan has played its limit function.Even so, it still feels stuffy.Outside the window is the noisy sound of Bar Street after the rain.Neon lights reflected in the room, flickering lights and shadows floated on the wall. They stood by the big bed in the bedroom.It was as if standing on a temporary stage, surrounded by voices, but calmed down instead.I don't even want to mess things up.He took off her clothes and moved her body inch by inch with his fingers and lips.Light and shadow swam to her back, reflecting white light.A pair of upright butterfly bones on the shoulder blades.Lean.conservative.

He saw an inflamed wound on the left side of her shoulder and back, oozing pus and blood.Put your head down and lick it.She laughed in the dark.The laughter was thin and clear, like a girl's voice.She said, you have to bite me.come in rotation.First it hurts to bite, then to lick.The wound on her back made him focus and tense.He grabbed her wet hair with his hands and stuck it to her waist.She said, I don't want to have sex with you.He said why.She said, because I haven't figured it out yet.You are such a strange woman.She smiled softly.There was a small noise in the dark, as if the nasal passages were blocked.

What's wrong. nothing.I do this a lot.Often cry. Just like her smile never meant happiness.Nor did her crying mean anything.She said, all right.Let's talk for a while.He took the skirt and underwear and put them on one by one very calmly.The attitude is obviously rusty, as if wanting to retreat into her world. They returned to the status of strangers.She no longer trusts him.The kind of trust that entrusts her body to a stranger does not actually exist in her spirit. Can I have a drink or something? Whiskey on the rocks? it is good.