The living room where Ding Changlin slept and the room where Wen Siyu slept were completely different from the last time they shared the same room.
But in the middle of the night, Ding Changlin had a nightmare. Liang Guofu, who was covered in blood, kept chasing him, scolding him as he chased: "You eat the inside and outside, you know your kindness and don't repay it, you will die a good death!"
Ding Changlin ran, ran, and when he was about to get rid of Liang Guofu, the masked killer fell from the sky, and the black pistol was pointed at him. He had no way to escape, and the bullets passed through his chest quickly. He said "ah, ah"
He shouted, waking up Wen Siyu in the bedroom.
Wen Siyu opened the door and saw Ding Changlin's face was in pain, his whole body was shaking, and he was screaming continuously, but he didn't wake up. He must be having a nightmare.
Wen Siyu pushed Ding Changlin, and Ding Changlin woke up from his dream. Seeing that he was still alive, he suddenly sat up from the sofa. Before Wen Siyu could react, he hugged Wen Siyu tightly.
"I'm still alive, I'm actually still alive, don't leave me, don't leave me." Ding Changlin murmured.
Wen Siyu felt extremely distressed and let Ding Changlin hold her tightly, while she patted his back and comforted him softly: "I'm here, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, don't be afraid,
do not be afraid."
Ding Changlin didn't speak anymore, but hugged Wen Siyu tighter, as if she disappeared as soon as he let go, or as if he had been shot through the chest in a dream.
Apart from each other's breathing, the only thing left was the heartbeats of the two of them. Wen Siyu, who was originally wearing only a silk nightgown, was hugged so tightly by Ding Changlin, and the scenery on her chest was all squeezed together, turning soft into a marshland.
Ding Changlin instinctively fell into despair.
The unique body fragrance emanated from the silk nightgown and rushed into Ding Changlin's nostrils. Like a person recovering from a serious illness, he greedily inhaled this delicious fragrance. His fear disappeared and was replaced by all the fragrance.
It was a need rushing through his body. This urgent need mixed with the body fragrance to form the strongest chemical reaction. His whole body seemed to be on top, and he was so hot that he was helpless.
Ding Changlin raised his hand to separate Wen Siyu's fallen hair. She closed her eyes and did not move, as if waiting for something.
Rounds of flushes appeared on that lazy and seductive face of a mature woman, which aroused Ding Changlin's desire to conquer. He suddenly pulled off Wen Siyu's nightgown and found out what was in the nightgown.
Without any clothes on, she looked like a beautiful oil painting, displayed in a huff and puff.
Skin with a celadon-like luster, a white rabbit jumping up and down, and a small waist that can be held with one hand, soft and boneless grace, rushed towards his face, and Ding Changlin's mind went blank, as if he was lacking oxygen, and he couldn't even think about it.
Unexpectedly, Wen Siyu was overwhelmed.
No matter how Wen Siyu struggled underneath her body, no matter how she begged Ding Changlin to let her go, not to be impulsive, not to do stupid things, Ding Changlin turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear. In his eyes, his heart, and all his cells, there were only two
One word, "want her, want her, want her".
The night was so quiet that only the entanglement of two people remained. Their breaths hit each other heavily. One kept shrinking, the other kept attacking, and the other was like a lost lamb, murmuring: "
No, no, no,” a ferocious prairie wolf howled, “Give me, give me, give me.”
Ding Changlin threw the silk nightgown to the ground. Then, his undershirt and underwear were also thrown everywhere. He caught Wen Siyu's hands with one hand and separated the jade-like porcelain with the other.
With her white legs, Wen Siyu completely lost the strength to resist, or she had given up resistance and watched as this crazy man stabbed her body with a sharp dagger.
Wen Siyu closed her eyes tightly. She did not dare to look and could not look.
The sound of "chi la, chi la" in the night sky, like the voice of the first celestial being, stimulated Ding Changlin so beautifully. He forgot the nightmare, the green hat Qi Lili put on him, and even more
Forgot Yao Guifang's shamelessness and shamelessness.
Ding Changlin only has one wish at this moment, to die drunk in Wen Siyu's dreamland and go to heaven with her.
Going to the killer, going to the letter, going to Liang Guofu, Ding Changlin just wanted to fall in love with this woman, even if he would be shattered to pieces tomorrow.
Ding Changlin became more and more courageous as he fought. The dagger he inserted seemed to have encountered an obstacle. He was stunned for a moment, then increased his strength and pushed forward. As Wen Siyu said "It hurts", Ding Changlin had already broken through everything without hesitation, roaring
Come here and let the seeds of passion fly freely and take root in the fertile earth of Wen Siyu.
I don't know how long it took, but Ding Changlin, who was covered in sweat, lay on top of Wen Siyu, but Wen Siyu pushed him away, grabbed the nightgown on the floor, covered the place where it should be covered, and rushed into the bedroom.
Traces of blood were scattered on the bed sheets, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, striking Ding Changlin's eyes so beautifully. He shuddered suddenly and realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake.
Unexpectedly, it was Wen Siyu's first time, let alone that she was still a virgin.
Ding Changlin rushed to the bedroom door and pushed it open. It was obviously locked inside.
"Siyu, I'm sorry, Siyu, please forgive me." Ding Changlin said as he knocked.
It was as quiet as death inside. Ding Changlin was very scared and continued: "Siyu, I was wrong. I, I, am not a human being. Can you forgive me? Let's register tomorrow and get married the day after tomorrow, okay?"
Wen Siyu's tears fell one drop after another. The body she had guarded for so many years was broken. She didn't know whether she should hate Ding Changlin, but when he invaded her so fiercely just now, she clearly didn't feel any disgust at all.
After she woke up, she was so sad that she couldn't figure out whether she hated him and blamed him, or whether she hated and blamed herself.
Outside the bedroom, Ding Changlin was still begging her, but she didn't want to open the door. She didn't know how to face him, let alone how she would face Qi Lili at dawn.
"Go away, go away, I don't want to see you." Wen Siyu cried and said to Ding Changlin outside the bedroom door.
"Do you hate me so much?" Ding Changlin asked stubbornly.
The bedroom was deathly quiet again. No matter what Ding Changlin said, Wen Siyu didn't say another word.
Ding Changlin is so helpless. Why can't he control himself so much? He has hurt the woman who is most sincere and caring to him. He hates himself so much.
The sky was getting brighter, and the door of Wen Siyu's bedroom was motionless. Ding Changlin put on his clothes and looked back at the closed door step by step. Until he opened the door of Wen Siyu's house, the door was nowhere to be seen.
Open.
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