096 “Don’t leak a drop! (High H Training)” Chapter 95

If you leave, I will kill you

She sat up from the bed, feeling calm all over and no longer feeling the swelling and pain she felt when she woke up early in the morning.

After he came back from crying like a dog yesterday, he took the contents out of her stomach and let her take a bath by herself. On the first night, he didn’t fuck himself or even sleep next to her.

He pulled up his clothes and put them on, only one of his short-sleeved shirts. He went to his cloakroom to get some pants and tied them tightly.

He curled up on the sofa, his whole body curled up, curling up his tall body into a small space.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head, looked at her coming down the stairs, and ran over awkwardly. Probably because he had been squatting for a long time, his center of gravity tilted forward unsteadily as he walked, and then he stumbled to her.

“Are you hungry?” He lowered his head, with tears still clearly visible on his face. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were red and swollen, and they were actually a little soft, as if they were wearing eye shadow.

After waking up from his previous rage, Lin Yin asked, “Want me to use my mouth to give me a meal?”

He shook his head hastily, “No, I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know what you want to eat.”

She frowned, and he stood in front of her like an unstable primary school student, looking pitiful.

“He Zecheng, you are very strange. I am like this, and you still don’t come to fuck me? Do you have such a good temper?”

The person in front of him raised his head and his eyes met hers.

“I’m just afraid that you are going to die.”

I don’t know what he is up to, I don’t know where he is angry now. He is bitten by a snake one year and is afraid of well ropes for ten years. She is also panicking even though she is pretending to be calm.

“You can do whatever you want.” She went down the stairs, and He Zecheng grabbed her wrist in a panic, “Where are you going!”

Lin Yin turned around, “Do you think I’m leaving?”

Seeing him nodding, he asked again, “What if I really leave?”

“You can’t leave!”

“Why?”

After a moment of silence, the air in the living room was still, and his peach blossom eyes stared at her in a panic.

“If you leave, I will kill you.”

Her wrist that was held trembled, and she opened her mouth in a twitchy smile, making no sound.

She believes it.

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and I smelled the aroma of oil. I sat on the sofa and stared at the TV, but the TV was dark and not turned on.

When he went crazy before, he cut off all the TV cables, raised his head and leaned on the back of the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze, like a caveman.

After a long time, she might have fallen asleep, but that face suddenly broke into her sight, frightening her expression.

He Zecheng held her face, lowered his head from behind, kissed her lips, his tongue took advantage of the opportunity, stirring and stirring in her mouth. This angle made it easy for him to penetrate deep into her.

Worried that he would choke on his saliva, he stood up in time and stared at her lips in a daze. He couldn’t help but lower his head again, gently pecked her lower lip, bit it, let go, licked it, and sucked it.

Lin Yin swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and let him do whatever he wanted.

But an unexpected sound was heard.

“Baby, you are so beautiful.”

She opened her eyes in shock, her red and swollen peach blossom eyes were filled with an obsession with her.

She thought he was crazy, or maybe he was dreaming. Without the threat, he had become quite innocent. A young boy who had never been involved in innocence, all he could see was her.

Just pretend.

It was the first time he let her sit on a stool to eat, but he was very close, there was no gap between him and her, and he didn’t give her chopsticks. She ate whatever he picked up, staring into his eyes in a daze.

A chili pepper slipped into her mouth, and unkind thoughts escaped her mind. She moved the chili pepper to her mouth and spit it in his face.

It hit, but the person wasn’t angry, but he picked up what she spit out from the table, stuffed it into his mouth, and smiled at her.

“Doesn’t the baby like to eat this?”

“Don’t like it.”

“Then what do you like?”

“I don’t like anything.”

He came forward and asked her with burning eyes, “Then do you like me?”

“I don’t like anything.”

The thick eyelashes drooped down, and he blinked, then opened them again, raised his head and took her mouth, which was filled with the taste of chili pepper.

“You can’t dislike me.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

The dog’s head is not the horse’s mouth.

He didn’t fuck her anymore, as if he was deliberately enduring it. If he didn’t fuck her, he had nothing to do. He put away all the communication tools, leaving no one behind.

Lin Yin sat on the sofa, looking at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for the sun to sink. Today was New Year’s Eve.

The person behind him was sitting far away, not knowing what he was doing.

She leaned back tiredly and suddenly wondered what he was doing. She turned her head and saw him sitting in front of a drawing board. She happened to catch him raising his head and smiling deeply at her, his eyes narrowed, his teeth sharp and innocent, like a minor.