The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

  Chapter 320 I am willing to bow my head for you (33)

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after all,

  This is too unlike his quiet and restrained character.

  But the dumpling is not there,

  She couldn’t ask the situation,

  Now she can’t go...

  Fu Sheng sighed silently.

  She grabbed the man’s wrist and looked at his injury.

  Small,

  The blood has begun to clot.

  The suppressed girl hesitated for a while,

  To tangled back and forth in forcing him to stop him and letting the flow go.

  She looked at the man’s red eyes,

   was quiet for a while,

   Finally sighed,

  I made a decision in my heart.

  Since I choose to go with the flow...

  Fu Sheng squinted his eyes, hum,

   Then she,

  Be on it!

  When the girl turned over, she suppressed the man,

  Then kissed.

  ……

soon,

  The gauze tent on the bed was put down,

  Slowly heard successive ambiguous sounds.

  The green smoke in the incense burner slowly rises,

   exudes its fascinating aroma.

  ……

  ……

  Outside the house,

  The sun gradually went down the mountain, and it was dusk.

  The sunset glow fades and the night is ushered in.

  The ambiguous voice in the room continued, not tired.

I do not know how long it has been,

  The sky is slightly white,

  The rising sun in the morning shows a corner from afar, radiating a warm glow to the earth.

  The sound in the room finally stopped.

  In the light red yarn tent,

  Two faint figures hugging each other tightly,

  Sleep relatively.

  The incense burner placed beside the candlestick has already cooled down,

  The faint Meixiang disappeared, leaving behind a few ambiguous green smoke.

  On the bed,

  The girl fell asleep tiredly,

   Only men who are still very energetic are left,

  He kept holding her,

  Kiss everywhere.

  ……

  ……

  When you kiss the girl’s left hand,

  The scarring mark on the back of the girl’s hand that has not completely disappeared,

   appeared incomparably abruptly.

  Twilight remarked for a moment,

  Pupillary shrinkage,

   seems to think of something.

  He shook his hands and examined the scar little by little.

  The girl’s hands are delicate, soft, like a piece of tofu, very beautiful,

  It's just the stab wound above, destroying the overall beauty, and it looks extraordinarily abrupt.

   Mu pursed her lips, her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

  He looked at the girl’s deep sleep,

   Moved over and kissed carefully,

   kissed again,

  Like a puppy who has done bad things wrong,

   is praying for the host’s pity.

   "Yes...I'm sorry..." The man's low voice whispered in the girl's ear,

  He gently touched the girl’s wound,

  Apologetic as well as tentative.

  As soon as the words are finished,

  The man fell silent, his beautiful eyes full of self-blame.

For a long time,

  I don’t know what came to mind,

  He sat up,

   leaned out from the curtain to pick up the dagger on the ground.

  The blade was sharp, and a cold light swayed in the dim room.

  He held it in his hand,

   Lift up the same hand as Fu Sheng was injured,

   Slowly cut down.

  The dagger is sharp and cuts iron like mud,

   Just put it gently on the back of the hand, it can make a red mark,

  And if the man doesn’t feel the pain,

  Strike across,

soon,

  The air slowly filled with a faint smell of blood,

  The red blood flowed from under the skin and fell drop by drop along the wrist bone to the ground.

  The red carpet quickly absorbed the blood, and then showed a thicker crimson.

   Muci looked down quietly,

   made another cut,

  Have no pity for his hands.

soon,

  The back of his beautiful white hand is full of knife marks,

   one after another,

  It's like being severely abused.

  His eyes are dark, like a dark night without light, without the slightest emotion,

  (End of this chapter)