Chapter 162 You are my only weakness (Extra)
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The man's eyes darkened instantly.
He looked at her,
Suddenly chuckled, and hugged her horizontally.
"Then...as Si Si wishes."
He hugged her and walked to the bed.
In Jing Shi’s room,
soon,
Then came a hot and ambiguous whisper,
On the table,
The pale gold book lay quietly,
The words above are clean and neat,
When staying in the penultimate sentence,
Su Su's name on the above, faintly reveals the three characters Jiu Ge.
The pale golden light brightened up a bit,
Immediately,
Jun Jiu Ge font disappeared,
Su Su, still stay.
on the bed,
The hands of the two were clasped tightly beside the bed, one big and one small,
The hot breath is intertwined,
In the hazy night,
Everything, gradually melted.
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Fanwai【Su Su】
From small to large,
I don't even believe it, the so-called love at first sight.
Or, I hate the kind of so-called love between men and women.
Because I think that kind of feeling is useless.
It is nothing but making oneself weak.
My mother died, and my father died,
The ground was covered with blood, bright red and dazzling, and seemed to be still steaming,
I was alone, hiding in the closet, and witnessed the whole process without making a sound.
Because mother said, be quiet.
Only silence,
to survive.
So, I survived.
In the first half of my life, I have done everything,
Murder and arson, **** and rape,
I am like a demon with blood on my hands, burdened with more and more crimes,
Also almost lost, the most basic humanity.
I never do it myself, I just like to sit outside and slowly admire the people who are being tortured.
sometimes,
I would feel that I am a person who is very cold in his bones and has a bad taste.
The more others beg for mercy, the more I want to see him writhing in pain on the ground like a maggot,
It's just like,
The scene when my father died.
certainly,
I have done so many bad things, and I have received countless curses and abuse.
Not a good death, go to **** after death?
Chick,
Those stupid people think, I care about this?
Desperadoes like me who lick blood on the knife edge have long since given up on life and death.
Can live one more day, is one day,
It doesn't matter if you can't survive and get shot and collapsed.
after all
People like me die when they die,
He has nothing to worry about, and he is light.
only,
I never thought of it,
I actually fell in love with a woman at first sight.
Even looking back many years later,
I can still clearly remember the scene of that day.
She was wearing a long red dress and a pure black canvas hat, with arms crossed, leaning against the big pillar, lowering her head slightly, dozing off.
The drooping canvas hat covered the upper half of her face, only barely showing her chin and lips.
The chin is beautifully curved, and the lip color is as gorgeous as lip gloss.
The first time I saw her, my heart suddenly felt like it was on a grill, and it became hot and hot in an instant.
It seems that some emotions are about to overflow, and I can't control it no matter what.
The strong and hot feeling in the chest seemed to be ignited by her magnificent color,
Constantly expanding, rolling, clamoring to emerge.
There is a voice and impulse in my heart that keeps telling me that it is her, it is her.
But,
Why her?
What is she?
I have no idea.
(end of this chapter)