Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Three

Sadist turned his head to check the time, it was ten o'clock in the morning.How many hours is that?sixteen... He closed his eyes, so exhausted that he couldn't even breathe.He was lying on his back on the bed, his legs were spread wide apart, and his arms were casually placed horizontally.He's been in this position since he rolled off Bella about an hour ago. It seemed like a year had passed since entering the bedroom last night.The neck and wrists were burning like fire from the countless blood sucking, and even the thing between the legs became sluggish.The air between the two was filled with love.The blood and the liquid she asked for mixed together, making the sheets wet.

He definitely doesn't want to waste any time. He closed his eyes again, doubting that he could fall asleep anytime now.He was starving and needed blood and food.Hunger falters even the habit of suppressing oneself.But he couldn't even move. He felt a hand caressing his lower abdomen.He opened his eyes and saw Bella.The hormones in her body surged again, and he responded positively to her call, his double hardened again. Sadist tried to roll over and get into his target, but he was too weak.Bella leaned sideways to him, and he tried to lift his upper body, only to feel that his head was as heavy as a thousand weights.

Finally, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling it towards him.Her spread legs rested on his waist.Bella looked at him in shock and began to struggle. "It's okay." His voice was hoarse, so he coughed a few times, but to no avail, "I can tell, it's you." She sat down.Although he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to hug her, he still kissed her back.God, how he loved kissing Bella.He liked to feel her lips against his own, to have her close to his face, to breathe in the air that was exhaling from her lungs.In love with... her?What happened last night?Has he fallen in love?

It's the woman he loves, yes, it's love. Such a thought flashed through his mind, and then he stabbed into her again. Bella slumped on top of him, shivering, panting heavily.In an instant, the rut ended, roaring and disappearing. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Hmm..." she replied in a low voice, sitting up again, her eyes dimmed, "Well, Sadist... um." She needs something to eat to restore her strength, he thought, and he must bring her some food. He pulls himself together, takes a deep breath, and then... finally manages to force his upper body off the bed.It's just that there is still a mess in my head, the furniture, the floor and the walls are all spinning and changing places, until I can't tell where the ceiling is.As his feet left the bed, the dizziness intensified.The moment he stood up, his sense of balance completely abandoned him, causing him to hit the wall directly, knocking down a lot of things, and he had to hold on to the curtains tightly to stabilize his body.

He waited until his senses were ready before he pushed back the curtains and bent over her, holding her in his arms was obviously an effort, but the will to care for her outweighed the physical fatigue.He picked her up and helped her lie down again, covering the blanket that had been thrown carelessly on the floor long ago.As soon as he turned around, Bella grabbed his arm. "You need to suck blood." She said, trying to pull him closer, "Come here, suck blood on my neck." God, he was tempted by such an invitation. "I'll be back." As he spoke, he walked to the closet with weak and crooked steps, and took out a pair of boxer pants and put them on.Then he pulled off the sheets and mattress and left the room.

Ferry found it extremely difficult to breathe and opened his eyes. This was understandable, since his face was covered with a rolled up blanket.He lets his mouth and nose emerge from the congestion, trying to focus his distracted gaze.The first thing he saw was the ashtray full of cigarette butts lying on the floor just ten centimeters from his head. Hell... oh, he was lying on his back with his head in the air, facing the end of the bed. Next, he heard a groan, got up and looked back—right at Wei Xiaos's feet.Behind those big feet lay Butch's thigh. Ferry laughed and returned Butch's drunken stare with a pillow.The human first checked himself, then blinked at Ferry for a while, as if he wanted to wake up from his sleep and return to reality.

"Oh, my God." He complained in a hoarse and low voice, and then glanced at Wei Xiaos who was sleeping next to him, "Oh, my God, this is so strange." "Stop being narcissistic, 'Tiaozi', you're not that good-looking." "Okay." He scratched his face, "But that doesn't mean I have to wake up between two men." "Vi told you not to come back." "Yes, I screwed up." They were talking about a long night.At the last moment, even the clothes they were wearing were too superfluous, and all three of them dropped the pretense of modesty and politeness.It's all about enduring the erotic ordeal, burning one "red smoke" after another, whether it's whiskey or vodka, and then sneaking into the bathroom to solve a little physical problem .

"So it's all over?" Butch asked. "You'd better tell me it's over." Ferry got up from the bed and said, "Well, I think so." He grabs the sheet and throws it to Butch, who covers himself and Weishaws with it.Wei Xiaos didn't even move.He was lying on the bed, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep, and he was snoring lightly. Butch muttered a few words in his mouth, changed his position, pressed the pillow on the headboard of the bed, and leaned up.He pulled at his hair until it stood on end, and yelled at Ferry, "Damn it, vampire. I never thought I'd say that again, but I'm not interested in having sex anymore. Thank goodness." Ferry could even hear the sound of his jaw trying to open.

Ferry put on nylon pants and asked unhurriedly, "Do you want to bring food? I'm going to the kitchen." Butch looked overjoyed: "Will you bring things up? In other words, I can lie down without moving?" "You owe me one. But you're right. I'd love to have the meal delivered." "You are a god!" Ferry put on a T-shirt: "What do you want to eat?" "Anything in the kitchen. Shit, you'd better work harder and bring the whole refrigerator up. I'm starving." Ferry went downstairs to the kitchen, ready to rummage, when he heard movement from the laundry room.He walked over and pushed open the door.

Sadist was stuffing a load of crumpled sheets and covers into the washing machine. Beloved Saint of the Chronicles, he looks abysmal.There seemed to be a hole in the lower abdomen, and the hip bones were like tent poles, barely able to support the loose skin, and the ribs looked more like a plowed field with deep scars.Just this night alone, he must have lost ten, no, fifteen catties.And, god, the skin on his neck and wrists was pretty much chewed off.But on the other hand, a rich and wonderful aura wafted from his body, and a deep peace filled his face. "Brother?" he called suddenly.

Sadist didn't even look up: "Do you know how to use this thing?" "Ah, I know, you throw some of those things into the drum, and then the pointer turns... In this way, I will help you." Sadist filled the empty bucket of the washing machine with his things and took a few steps back, keeping his eyes locked on the ground.After the machine was filled with water, Sardist whispered "thank you" and headed for the kitchen. Ferry also followed, but his heart was already in his throat.He wanted to ask if everything was okay, and of course it wasn't just Bella. He racked his brains to find the right words. Sardist had already taken out the roast turkey from the refrigerator, tore off a chicken leg and began to bite.He couldn't wait to bite, gnawed the meat on the bone as quickly as possible, and immediately tore off the other chicken leg, and quickly wiped it out again. God...he never touches meat.But then again, he had never experienced a night as crazy as last night.Neither of them. Saddist could feel Ferry's eyes on him, and he could stop and glare, because he hated being stared at, especially when he was biting something, but he just Think I haven't eaten fast enough. As he kept stuffing his mouth, he took out his knife and plate and sliced ​​the turkey breast into thin slices.He slices delicately, reserving only the tastiest bits for Bella.As for the parts that are not tasty enough, such as the hard to chew, the corners and the butt, he solved them one by one. What else would she need?He wants her to eat something high in calories and drink...he should bring her something to drink.So he went back to the refrigerator and picked through the pile of leftover food.He has to choose carefully and bring her only the most worth tasting things. "Saddist?" God, he'd forgotten Ferry was still hanging around. "Yeah." He pushed aside the plastic bowl and replied casually. The mashed potatoes looked good, though he really wanted to send Bella some homemade food.It's just that he doesn't know anything about cooking.Jesus, he can't read, he can't even run a damn washing machine, and he can't cook.So, he had to let her go, so at least she could find a man with some sense. "I'm not trying to peek at what you're up to," Ferry explained. "You're just peeping." He grabbed a loaf of Fritz's baked bread from the cupboard and squeezed it between his fingers. It was very soft, but he still sniffed it worriedly.That's fine, it should be fresh enough for her. "Are you okay? Have you...have you..." "we are doing well." "What's the situation?" Ferry coughed lightly, "I mean, it's not just because of Bella that I want to know, it's just...I've heard so many rumors, I don't know which one to believe. " Sardiste scooped up some mashed potatoes and put them on a plate with the turkey, then scooped up rice and poured plenty of gravy on top.He puts a huge plate of food in the microwave and is thankful that there is at least one machine he knows how to operate. Staring at the food on his plate as it swirled in the microwave, he thought about his twin brother, remembering how Bella climbed on top of him.The first thing that popped out of my mind was dozens of copulations in one night.She was so cute sitting on him, especially when she kissed him... All through the rut, especially when they were together, she'd been banishing the bad past that haunted him and replacing it with some good memories.In the years to come, he will definitely cherish the warmth she bestows. When the microwave dinged, he realized that Ferry was still waiting for an answer. Sadist put the food plate on the tray and grabbed some silverware to feed Bella. He turned and walked towards the bedroom, whispering and quickly said: "She is far more beautiful than I can describe in words." Then he raised his eyebrows and looked into Ferry's eyes, "Last night, I must It is because of countless blessings that I am qualified to accompany her." "I have to deliver food to my Nala. See you later." "Wait! Sadist! Your..." Sadist just shook his head and continued walking.