I reached out to take off his clothes, and he hugged me from the front again, tightly, not wanting to let go again.
"It's ridiculous that you call me master... I would rather you beat me and scold me, or even hate me. Nuan, please stop torturing me, okay? Let me go, and let yourself go..."
He said with a pleading tone, and there was a cry in his voice.
"Let him go? At this point, who of us can be let go by the other?" I pushed away his arms decisively and stared at him blankly.
"I know you can't forget them, but I would rather you use me to forget them. If this is considered as atonement, I would rather be a substitute!" Yi Yang grabbed my hand with some excitement, and I looked into his eyes.
Her bright eyes are full of sadness
I sneered, "It was you who brought me to experience them. It was you who personally defiled me when I was at my most innocent age. It was you who let me go first, Yiyang. Do you understand that we will never belong to the past?"
He pursed his lips, showed a helpless look, lowered his eyes, and nodded.
I felt that his heart was scratched and bleeding by me again and again
I feel sorry for his frowning eyebrows. For such a good-looking boy who looks like an angel, how can I make him feel sorry for me if I am cold and warm?
But I still can't abandon you like that, watching me being plundered without doing anything.
In this life, does he still hope that I will forgive him?
Maybe it's been two years, or maybe the old relationship is unforgettable, I no longer hate him, I just can't forgive him.