Chapter 212
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212 The comfort of his soul, the love she gave him
the clock on the wall turned in the night.
There were shopping bags from the supermarket on the crystal table not far from the sofa.
the things inside were scattered messily.
He got closer.
on the floor next to the sofa, a box covered with a plastic film had been opened. four or five small square things were scattered on the ground, one of which had been torn open.
The night was quiet.
it was so quiet that one could only hear the heavy and disorderly breathing of the two people, the woman’s light moans, and the suppressed sound of collision under the cashmere blanket.
The mist and the fusion could no longer be negative.
She was drenched in sweat.
Sang Xia’s body was wet as she laid on his chest. Her fair and slender arms stretched out from the cashmere blanket and wrapped around his neck. Her black hair was wet and stuck to his chest. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed with hot and wet tears. Her lips were bright red as she panted lightly.
Rong Zhan buried his head in her hair and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to become one with her. No one and nothing could separate them.
At this moment, everything seemed to have nothing to do with lust, only the comfort of the soul.
he was looking for the other half of his soul.
How could sang Xia not feel it?
Rong Zhan was different from the past.
He wanted her very, very deeply. It was as if it had seeped into his bones. He had passed on his depression, pain, and even faint despair to her.
She had never seen Rong Zhan like this before. He actually gave her the urge to take pity on him.
Was she crazy?
However, she should just continue being crazy like this. He was a poisonous man. Even if she didn’t like and love him that much, she wanted to sink with him now.
This time, she was willing.
After the first round, sang Xia was still there. She panted, bit her lip, and asked, ” Rong Zhan, what if you find out that I did something that made you unhappy one day? what should I do? ”
She was leaving the morning of the day after tomorrow, and he was still throwing a tantrum just now. How could she tell him such a big thing?
She didn’t want to see him get angry, nor did she want to quarrel with him. So when she was taking a shower just now, she felt that she should be wise to adapt to the situation. Before he made the first move, she took the initiative to coax him. Perhaps he would agree after she made him comfortable.
At most, he would be unhappy and ruthlessly torture her.
However, sang Xia knew that she had been thinking about it so simply from the beginning. But when she came out, she felt the dejected and inexplicable pressure on him, and heard his hoarse and compromising words. She felt inexplicably soft-hearted and could not help but take the initiative to approach him, wanting to comfort him.
she didn’t want to know what her feelings were.
Sympathy?
Pitiful?
More than that, it was complicated and she couldn’t explain it.
Rong Zhan suddenly turned her around so that she was on the inside while he was on the outside of the sofa. The two of them were pressed tightly against each other on the narrow sofa, and they were embedded again.
She bit her lip and snorted, her body tensing up.
They crossed their fingers and he lowered his head to kiss the corner of her eyes. His breathing became more rapid and his voice was hoarse. as long as you don’t leave me, you can do anything.
he could do anything.
Don’t leave him.
Don’t leave him.
He would die.
He couldn’t stand the fact that the person he had been waiting for so long had come to his side, only to leave after tasting the sweetness of his dreams.
It was more painful than never having it.
if he had never had sunlight, he would not have yearned for warmth.
even if he deserved to die, he was a bastard, an animal.
Send him to hell after death, but don’t take away his spiritual support.
the night was still long.
Rong Zhan did not want to see the sun rise. He just wanted to die in her body.
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212 The comfort of his soul, the love she gave him
the clock on the wall turned in the night.
There were shopping bags from the supermarket on the crystal table not far from the sofa.
the things inside were scattered messily.
He got closer.
on the floor next to the sofa, a box covered with a plastic film had been opened. four or five small square things were scattered on the ground, one of which had been torn open.
The night was quiet.
it was so quiet that one could only hear the heavy and disorderly breathing of the two people, the woman’s light moans, and the suppressed sound of collision under the cashmere blanket.
The mist and the fusion could no longer be negative.
She was drenched in sweat.
Sang Xia’s body was wet as she laid on his chest. Her fair and slender arms stretched out from the cashmere blanket and wrapped around his neck. Her black hair was wet and stuck to his chest. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed with hot and wet tears. Her lips were bright red as she panted lightly.
Rong Zhan buried his head in her hair and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to become one with her. No one and nothing could separate them.
At this moment, everything seemed to have nothing to do with lust, only the comfort of the soul.
he was looking for the other half of his soul.
How could sang Xia not feel it?
Rong Zhan was different from the past.
He wanted her very, very deeply. It was as if it had seeped into his bones. He had passed on his depression, pain, and even faint despair to her.
She had never seen Rong Zhan like this before. He actually gave her the urge to take pity on him.
Was she crazy?
However, she should just continue being crazy like this. He was a poisonous man. Even if she didn’t like and love him that much, she wanted to sink with him now.
This time, she was willing.
After the first round, sang Xia was still there. She panted, bit her lip, and asked, ” Rong Zhan, what if you find out that I did something that made you unhappy one day? what should I do? ”
She was leaving the morning of the day after tomorrow, and he was still throwing a tantrum just now. How could she tell him such a big thing?
She didn’t want to see him get angry, nor did she want to quarrel with him. So when she was taking a shower just now, she felt that she should be wise to adapt to the situation. Before he made the first move, she took the initiative to coax him. Perhaps he would agree after she made him comfortable.
At most, he would be unhappy and ruthlessly torture her.
However, sang Xia knew that she had been thinking about it so simply from the beginning. But when she came out, she felt the dejected and inexplicable pressure on him, and heard his hoarse and compromising words. She felt inexplicably soft-hearted and could not help but take the initiative to approach him, wanting to comfort him.
she didn’t want to know what her feelings were.
Sympathy?
Pitiful?
More than that, it was complicated and she couldn’t explain it.
Rong Zhan suddenly turned her around so that she was on the inside while he was on the outside of the sofa. The two of them were pressed tightly against each other on the narrow sofa, and they were embedded again.
She bit her lip and snorted, her body tensing up.
They crossed their fingers and he lowered his head to kiss the corner of her eyes. His breathing became more rapid and his voice was hoarse. as long as you don’t leave me, you can do anything.
he could do anything.
Don’t leave him.
Don’t leave him.
He would die.
He couldn’t stand the fact that the person he had been waiting for so long had come to his side, only to leave after tasting the sweetness of his dreams.
It was more painful than never having it.
if he had never had sunlight, he would not have yearned for warmth.
even if he deserved to die, he was a bastard, an animal.
Send him to hell after death, but don’t take away his spiritual support.
the night was still long.
Rong Zhan did not want to see the sun rise. He just wanted to die in her body.
212 The comfort of his soul, the love she gave himthe clock on the wall turned in the night.There were shopping bags from the supermarket on the crystal table not far from the sofa.the things inside were scattered messily.He got closer.on the floor next to the sofa, a box covered with a plastic film had been opened. four or five small square things were scattered on the ground, one of which had been torn open.The night was quiet.it was so quiet that one could only hear the heavy and disorderly breathing of the two people, the woman's light moans, and the suppressed sound of collision under the cashmere blanket.The mist and the fusion could no longer be negative.She was drenched in sweat.Sang Xia's body was wet as she laid on his chest. Her fair and slender arms stretched out from the cashmere blanket and wrapped around his neck. Her black hair was wet and stuck to his chest. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed with hot and wet tears. Her lips were bright red as she panted lightly.Rong Zhan buried his head in her hair and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to become one with her. No one and nothing could separate them.At this moment, everything seemed to have nothing to do with lust, only the comfort of the soul.he was looking for the other half of his soul.How could sang Xia not feel it?Rong Zhan was different from the past.He wanted her very, very deeply. It was as if it had seeped into his bones. He had passed on his depression, pain, and even faint despair to her.She had never seen Rong Zhan like this before. He actually gave her the urge to take pity on him.Was she crazy?However, she should just continue being crazy like this. He was a poisonous man. Even if she didn't like and love him that much, she wanted to sink with him now.This time, she was willing.After the first round, sang Xia was still there. She panted, bit her lip, and asked, Rong Zhan, what if you find out that I did something that made you unhappy one day? what should I do? She was leaving the morning of the day after tomorrow, and he was still throwing a tantrum just now. How could she tell him such a big thing?She didn't want to see him get angry, nor did she want to quarrel with him. So when she was taking a shower just now, she felt that she should be wise to adapt to the situation. Before he made the first move, she took the initiative to coax him. Perhaps he would agree after she made him comfortable.At most, he would be unhappy and ruthlessly torture her.However, sang Xia knew that she had been thinking about it so simply from the beginning. But when she came out, she felt the dejected and inexplicable pressure on him, and heard his hoarse and compromising words. She felt inexplicably soft-hearted and could not help but take the initiative to approach him, wanting to comfort him.she didn't want to know what her feelings were.Sympathy?Pitiful?More than that, it was complicated and she couldn't explain it.Rong Zhan suddenly turned her around so that she was on the inside while he was on the outside of the sofa. The two of them were pressed tightly against each other on the narrow sofa, and they were embedded again.She bit her lip and snorted, her body tensing up.They crossed their fingers and he lowered his head to kiss the corner of her eyes. His breathing became more rapid and his voice was hoarse. as long as you don't leave me, you can do anything.he could do anything.Don't leave him.Don't leave him.He would die.He couldn't stand the fact that the person he had been waiting for so long had come to his side, only to leave after tasting the sweetness of his dreams.It was more painful than never having it.if he had never had sunlight, he would not have yearned for warmth.even if he deserved to die, he was a bastard, an animal.Send him to hell after death, but don't take away his spiritual support.the night was still long.Rong Zhan did not want to see the sun rise. He just wanted to die in her body.
