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In the evening they came up with the idea to set up a table of wine on the beach. Of course, he had no reason to shirk it. After drinking too much wine, he inexplicably remembered the conversation he had with Lin Yiran half a year ago.

"Fu Ji, you don't deserve love."

His mind was still blank. Probably the alcohol had played a role and paralyzed his nerves. For some reason, his heart throbbed.

The wine that just entered the throat seemed a little bitter.

Those partners are accompanied by companions, which are different from those in the daytime.

When someone saw Fu Ji alone, he pushed the people around him over.

It was a very young and supple girl, and there was a pure ignorance between her eyebrows and eyes, which was especially easy to arouse the protective desire in men's hearts. This type of girl was also the most popular.

Fu Ji took a second look.

Because the girl had a mole on the tip of her nose, but it was black.

Those people took Fu Ji's reaction seriously and didn't say anything.

Later, Fu Ji left first, and was the first to return to the hotel room.

He lay on the bed for a while, and soon realized that something was wrong with his body, and his whole body was hot.

The door was opened.
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"Get out!"

The man's fair face was very red, but it roared like a raging lion, and his scarlet eye sockets looked like the eyes of a devil.

Before the girl could even get close, the man was so frightened that he dared not take a step forward.

But she didn't choose to leave either, because the girl knew that this was her only chance, as long as she seized this opportunity, she would really have a great career in the future.

Gritting her teeth, the girl walked over.

The man's fingers hanging by his side were clenched into the shape of a fist, exuding an extremely eerie aura around him.

But her wish came to nothing after all, the girl didn't even get close enough, the man was like a wild beast out of control and threw all the things around him, the girl let out a scream and had to run out in embarrassment.

He was the only one left in the room, with the heavy breathing.

He bit his lip, his eyeballs rolled back and forth like a headless fly, as if he wanted to find something.

He took off his suit jacket, threw it on the ground casually, and grabbed the vest and shirt lapels and pulled them open forcefully, revealing his strong chest and waist.

The expensive shirt buttons fell off one by one and rolled into the crevices of the sofa.

Then he lay rolling on the bed like a dead body, sweating profusely from his body, and a sickly blush spread all over his neck.

Fu Ji felt like he was in a furnace, his whole body was about to explode.

The soft quilt didn't bring him any feeling, he lowered his head, sniffing the breath on the quilt carelessly without any rhythm.

No... not this taste...

Unable to get what he wanted, he couldn't help but was about to collapse, Junmei's face was flushed and distorted, and a painful grunt came from his throat.

He was miserable as hell.

I was almost out of breath.

In a blur, he seemed to feel that someone was touching him lightly.

Soft, warm, like a feather.

In a trance, he seemed to smell a familiar breath.

He was about to cry, his whole body was trembling with nerves, he couldn't speak, but every cell in his body was longing for that person's touch.

Only the person's touch can reduce his pain.

But, slowly, that feeling began to disappear again.

He opened his eyes in a daze, but there was a mist in his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He suppressed his desire/desire, trying to put on an indifferent face, but the trembling voice completely exposed it.

"...don't...don't go..."

"What's the matter?" The man whispered softly in his ear, very gentle, "Didn't I tell you not to drink alcohol?"

"no……"

Fu Ji was not sober, but it didn't stop him from arguing, "...No, I didn't drink..."

After talking about it, his tone unconsciously carried a bit of grievance, as if a child who was bullied outside complained in front of his parents.

"Someone drugged me...I'm so uncomfortable now..."

He thought that no matter who bullied him, that person would help him get revenge.

That person seemed to give him a hug, and that hug was very illusory, with an unreal feeling.

"You deserve it." The man's voice was very soft, like a dream, "Why do you always disobey me?"

Fu Ji is so uncomfortable now, he only wants to get more, he doesn't even know what he is talking about.

"Yes, I was wrong..."

"You, can you help me?"

That tone was like that of a stray dog.

"You touch me."

"You haven't kissed me for a long time."

At this moment when the reason is not so clear, it seems that something is released in the heart.

He felt a warm body approaching him, and the warm breath seemed to pat his face, and the bud-like green and sweet smell at the tip of his nose was so familiar, it almost made him want to cry.

But the kiss he always wanted never fell from the beginning to the end.

"Why don't you kiss me?" He said impatiently, with a slight twitch between his brows, showing a trace of anxious restlessness.

In a trance, it seemed that someone sighed softly.

He hears this sigh all the time.

Helpless, helpless, and addictively pampered.

How can a person be so twisted?
"Have you forgotten again?" The man reminded him in a very gentle tone, "I have already left."

"You want to leave?" The man didn't react at all, only heard the word "leave", his expression changed suddenly, and he said sharply: "Where are you going? Are you going to find Fu Yi again! I won't allow it! "

He was furious, and wanted to reach out to grab the disobedient person who was only thinking of leaving, but the air he grabbed out was like a slap without thinking, and his body trembled heavily.

At this moment, he seemed to be awake.

From the beginning to the end, there was no one around him, no one spoke in his ear, and no one hugged him again.

All of that is just a mirage dreamed up by a dying traveler in the desert.

Yan Ran...has long since died.

Been dead for almost a year.

He didn't even see Yan Ran for the last time.

He buried his head in the quilt, he seemed to have forgotten that it was just an ordinary quilt in the hotel, and there was no smell other than the clean incense.

But he still tried his best to lie on the bed and smell it like a dog, as if wondering if there was any residual, faint fragrance of that person left on it.

He has slowly started to get out of control.

The calm before was just an illusion before the storm.