15

Late summer and early fall sun is still with the heat, steaming the tarmac is bright, seems to be melting. From the front of the ding dong ding dong a sprinkler, capricious bully in the road between the slow crawl. The showerhead poking out of the roof of the car sprayed a fine, soft mist that covered the greenery of the isolation zone like a veil.

I saw her coming out of the cafe from a distance, and across the dusty road, her silhouette was a blur. But after being filtered by the water, everything became clear. The fine mist slowly settled in mid-air, separating or merging, reflecting the sunlight like a prism, illuminating a beautiful iridescence, and the delicate figure gradually appeared in outline in the water mist.

She raised the back of her hand and wiped it on her cheeks, as if wiping away the mist that had adhered to it, but her face was expressionless. Just the closer you get, the more you can feel a hostile aura radiating from her body.

He was originally half squinting his eyes at this time the essence of light, placed on the steering wheel of the fingers unconsciously moved a bit, at first lethargic leaning on the seat of the body slowly tensed up, as if a bow on the string. Finally it was when she walked to the side of the car, leaned over and wrenched the door open for her.

She slid in smoothly, tossing her handbag toward the back seat, her gaze straight ahead, her face and voice cold as ice, “Go back.”

After a while, the car didn’t move.

Narcissistically, she twisted her head to see that he was leaning his upper body on the steering wheel, looking at himself thoughtfully. She became more and more annoyed, and her tone got nasty, “Are you leaving or not?” If this were to be put on a normal day, even she didn’t believe she would be so vicious to him. Just couldn’t hold down the dark mood just now to anger her friend, and snapped at the other party, and now her mood that is chagrined and frustrated and low and disheveled, don’t talk about acting, she even perfunctory at this time owes.

Unprecedented, he actually did not and her, did not say anything, but very obedient to start the car.

A road of silence.

After arriving home, she quickly changed her clothes and prepared to wash off the makeup on her face. Just after taking off the oil, she turned around to see him standing behind her and was taken aback, “You ghost, walking without a sound?”

“Had a fight with someone?” His tone was unexpectedly soft, so soft that it gave her goosebumps.

She shook her head, full of fatigue. She was in such a foul mood at the moment that she didn’t bother to give him the benefit of the doubt. She knew all too well that when she hit rock bottom, she lost her cool and couldn’t think straight. No matter who it was, if they dared to touch the bottom of her nerves at this time, the consequences would be disastrous.

But he seemed oblivious, still asking patiently, “So what’s wrong?” His hand slid up her neck and kneaded slowly at the hollow of her ear, with an obvious hint of teasing.

She forced herself not to slam the makeup remover in her hand into his face and squeezed a thin voice between her teeth, “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Not honestly,” he said with a light teasing tone in his voice, slowly gathering her around his waist and pulling her closer, “Be honest with me.”

A root of something snapped in her head, and there was a stomping, echoing sound.

“Want the truth?” She slapped his restless hand away with a sneer, “I’m not fighting with anyone, I’m just in a bad mood. As for why I’m in a bad mood, you know best don’t you?”

There was still a false layer of smile on his face, only his eyes were obscure.

“I beg you, please have mercy, it’s only a matter of words if you want me to live or die. Don’t drag me to death like this, you’re as capricious as an old woman who’s been asked for a divorce by her husband during menopause. And I’m begging you to stop playing games with me and give it a good deal, okay?”

He was halfway through hearing her words when he suddenly burst out laughing. Embarrassed and at a loss for words, she could only glare hatefully at him, watching him laugh until he was almost bent over. In the midst of her exasperation, the makeup remover rubbed hard against his body and smashed out, sliding away with a bang.

The smirk on his face hadn’t faded, but his voice was clear and distinct, “No.”

She bit her lower lip, with large bubbles of tears in her eyes, like a child suffering from humiliation. This child had just used all her courage to vent all her discontent, wanting to beg for a dry result. Now that the answer was given, it sounded so harsh, even though it was an expected response. He hadn’t slacked off on her emotions, he’d just taken her seriousness as a funny joke and given a flippant reply.

Deceitful!

Even a clay man had three parts of earthiness, not to mention that she had originally acted impulsively and had a fiery temper. This period of time is just being pinched by him to handle the strong pressure, suppressed for a long time emotionally out of control is inevitable.

Guess he didn’t expect her to respond with a sturdy fist, that punch was full of power and anger, thudding on his face, the echo curling up. She used so much force that the blow made her entire wrist go numb, and it also made him incline his head, even taking half a step back. She couldn’t care less about the pain in her hand and swung a second and a third punch, each one using all her strength, each one not falling short, smashing solidly into his face and body. A hiss burst out from her throat, like a trapped beast at the end of the road. But there were waves of shocking excitement under her eyes, rolling up layer by layer, stacked with blazing fire.

“Enough,” he avoided her unruly attack, his tone calm, as if what just smashed on his face and body was not a fist, but cotton, “stop in moderation.”

“Stop your ass! I’m going out on a limb!” She bowed her knee ferociously and prepared to drive it into his groin, in a vain attempt to make him go down from there. Unexpectedly, his reaction was surprisingly fast, just when she was about to deliver the fatal blow, he pinched the bend of her leg and lifted it up around her waist, which made the originally devastating move of breaking the top of the child’s head instantly turn into a spicy and eye-pleasing hooked and entangled leg.

“Spread it, I told you to spread it!” She threw her face back and growled at him, “Let go of me! Shameless, let go of me!” She gritted her teeth and kicked and tossed in an effort to withdraw her leg from his waist, but several attempts failed. He even deliberately took a few steps backward, his crotch pressing even tighter against hers, and she was practically hanging on to him as she was dragged around. She was wearing a dress today, and now this ambiguous position made her feel like she was going to be torn apart. The part of his body that was pressed tightly against hers burned hotly, embarrassing her and making her blush.

“Don’t move, don’t move.” He actually smiled as if he were teasing an exasperated little animal, and gently shushed out, “Good girl, let’s change positions.”

Good boy?

And change positions?

Her face flushed red, blood rushed straight up to her head, and the white blossom in front of her eyes was like falling into a cloudy mountain and sea.

Without thinking, she arched her elbow and slammed it into his chest, a move she’d learned while working at the gym, and with the right amount of force it was quite lethal. His eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and his hand quickly grabbed hers and twisted it backward. He could hear the crunching sound of bones twisting together, and a mournful scream broke out from her throat – if it was in normal times, he would have been able to hear the exaggerated elements in it, but at this time, he just froze.

And that was enough.

She had the opportunity to break free, backed up a step and a half, and then viciously kicked out a long-planned kick – no matter what kind of man, no matter if he was as tall and handsome as a god or as weak and slender as a loser. As long as his physiological structure is normal, then he must have a place that is known to be fatal.

The Hongxing is the head, and it is hit at once.

Being kicked in the vitals by her insidious and vicious kick, his face changed drastically, no longer resembling the usual egg butt from the elegant intrigue immovable as a mountain. From his blue and black and purple and green face seems to really hurt a lot, which means that she kicked the force and accuracy are very in place. But even so, this guy did not and the TV play light bully like covering the injured little brother while wailing while extremely painful and wretched sang heart want to die slowly kneel to the ground and then curled up into a ball rolling all over the ground. (From this point of view, the treatment of the leading man and the dragon-set is still fundamentally different) He was only half bent over, the corners of his veins were full of sweat, breathing heavily, looking at her as if he could not eat her.

A wild excitement rose in Ya Xiao’s heart, so excited that her hands kept trembling. It feels like he was in the process of brushing monsters and unintentionally poked and killed the BOSS monster that even a full level warrior can not be brushed to death by a group of people …… That has to step on a mountain of shit how high in order to be able to dip into the good luck of the ah!

It turns out that he also has a weakness, it turns out that he is also a normal person, it turns out …… that he also hurts!

She was so excited that she shivered, full of thoughts that she could not let him go so easily, not only to hurt his body, but also to hurt his heart …… No, it was to insult his will! The opportunity is not to be lost, not to be lost again.

She held the new hatred and old hatred, and she couldn’t even care about running away. With red eyes, she held out a basket of vegetables from the refrigerator (don’t ask where the MO basket came from, there is a writing technique called hyperbole!) Without even looking, he grabbed it out and threw it away.

“I told you to eat your veggies, I told you to eat your veggies, eat your cabbage!”

“I told you to abstain from meat, I told you to abstain from meat, you’re just eating carrots!”

“You can’t fry them, you can’t stir-fry them, you can’t have a dozen cucumbers!”

She specialized in picking big, solid to him, smashed him head and face all over, broken vegetable leaves radish tassels cucumber hanging all over the body.

Roasted flavor has been eaten by her seven or eight, the rest is mostly sauce dry, now hanging in his face, to fall off, look quite a mess. The fierceness in his eyes at this time is completely gone, only remaining furious and wolfish …… hmm? Seems like there is also some ridicule? Her heart flashed strangely, but at this point, the triumphant ending had already made her too excited, so much so that she ignored the many discords and irrationalities that had passed by.

All she wanted to do now was flaunt her victory and stomp on this demonic thing.

“I ate all of these, I ate them right under your nose,” she proudly crossed her waist, triumphant and relieved, “Now that sis has eaten enough, I’ll reward the rest all to you, the demonic creature who has never eaten meat, and rightly treat you to a taste!”