Chapter 135 Destruction (Part 1)
This kind of "precognitive dream" happens a lot.
Song Shengsheng has become a little accustomed to it, but to be honest, she is a person who values life so much, who would rather live than die, and who is so afraid of pain.
I actually jumped into the abyss without hesitation and was crushed to pieces.
Although she did not actually experience the feeling of having her bones shattered, she saw another version of herself jumping down in her dream.
Her heart was in her throat.
My back is numb with cold.
She never thought that she seemed to be forced into this state by Shen Zhishu. The moment she opened the window, she even felt relieved.
Song Shengsheng suddenly became tense again at this moment.
It seems she'd better not get married again.
Shen Zhishu, who seems gentle and kind, should not be as harmless as she appears, otherwise she would not feel suffocated.
so.
The escape route she prepared for herself was no longer useful.
She still had to cling to Fu Cheng. She hadn't lived long enough, but she didn't want to die at all.
Song Shengsheng, who was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, did not make much noise. She was still curled up in Fu Cheng's arms.
This embrace, which usually seemed too tight to her, now gave her a strong sense of security.
She silently hugged his strong and thin waist, and like a snake, she tried to squeeze her legs between the man's thighs, trying to secretly cling to him.
Fu Cheng seemed to be awakened by her.
He didn't close his eyes, but just put his arms around her tightly, thinking that she was sleeping uneasily, so he patted her back gently like a child to comfort her.
Song Shengsheng snuggled into his arms again.
Fu Cheng asked in a low voice: "Cold?"
Her hairy head was resting on his neck, her voice was muffled, and her breath when she spoke fell on his neck, feeling a little itchy like a feather brushing against it.
Her cheeks were hot from being stuffy, and she didn't want to wake him.
But now that he was awake, she became even more clingy, hooking her arms around his waist and saying in a muffled voice, "Hold me."
A bit of a sticky sound.
I also heard a sense of inexplicable grievance.
Fu Cheng used one arm to pull her towards himself so that she could stick closely to him.
This was one of the rare times she acted coquettishly towards him.
Fu Cheng felt something was wrong. He opened his eyes and looked at the top of her head. He asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Song Shengsheng shook his head: "No."
She didn't want to admit it and just said that she was cold and wanted a hug.
Fu Cheng didn't believe it, but knowing her face-conscious nature, he didn't expose her.
However, he kept this incident in mind.
She had also been having nightmares for the past few months. When she woke up, she said she was very scared and she buried herself in his arms, not wanting to move, as if she was still terrified.
It was as if there was a ghost following her.
She was timid and naturally very scared.
Fu Cheng kissed her forehead and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Song Shengsheng was indeed not so scared when she heard his voice, and she didn't want to divorce Fu Cheng anymore.
She thought that the reason why she, the cannon fodder female supporting role in the book, became so miserable was probably because it happened after she divorced Fu Cheng.
Maybe the heroines in period novels have a halo.
The male lead has it too.
So even if she is a vicious person, destined to be cannon fodder, when she is with the male protagonist, she can be domineering and immune to all poisons.
One can be unbridled and arrogant without suffering retribution.
But when her true nature was seen through by the male protagonist and she was ruthlessly abandoned, she was no longer so lucky.
Song Shengsheng silently raised her flushed little face, rubbed her head against his arms several times, touched his chin, and then silently raised her face again.
The movements are a little slow, a little hesitant, and a little clumsy.
Kissed him gently.
This kiss was like a butterfly landing on a flower bud, covered with a little honey, sweet but without any lust.
As pure as the petals of blooming white jasmine.
She said, “I like you so much.”
If you want to confess, just say it.
Although she was shy and timid, she was not a stubborn person. She had now vaguely discovered that Fu Cheng was going to fall for her trick.
He didn't say it, but he looked like he liked it very much.
Every time she expressed her feelings passionately, he was burning with emotion beneath his calm surface.
She usually said this in order to please him and deceive him.
At this moment, there is no deception.
Just pure, burning instinct.
Fu Cheng wanted to hold back at first, but being teased by her in the middle of the night was a bit...
He pinched his lower abdomen and relied on self-control to not do more, no matter how many times she heard it, every time she looked at him sincerely and said that she liked him.
His blood would still boil.
My heartbeat also became more intense.
Get addicted.
Sinking, sinking, sinking.
Even if there is no return, I will never regret it.
Song Shengsheng didn't hear his response after she finished speaking, and she was still dissatisfied.
She asked in a hushed voice: "What about you?"
Fu Cheng sealed her mouth with his actions, his fingers quietly fell on the thin spine of the woman, and the buttons of the small clothes were easily opened...
Song Shengsheng was confused until the next day.
She asked him a question!
Maybe it's because men have too much physical strength.
Song Shengsheng didn't have time to worry about this, she was busy rummaging through the drawers looking for her metal box.
No matter what, Fu Cheng must not find those letters.
Since it wasn't in the bedroom, she went to look in the utility room.
Seeing that she was anxiously searching, Ye Jing offered to help her.
The nanny at home also helped, and the three of them carefully turned the utility room upside down.
Only then did they finally find the small, almost submerged iron box in the large box at the bottom.
Seeing that the box was locked, Ye Jing did not ask what was inside.
Young people always have their own secrets.
If she pried into the matter, it would be unkind.
After Song Shengsheng found the box, he felt relieved.
She took out all the neatly stacked money and hid it carefully in the drawer again.
All that's left is this thick stack of letters.
To be honest, it is easier to burn it.
But the bedroom is paved with wooden flooring, which can easily catch fire.
She was timid and fearful, so she went downstairs to find a small copper basin. When she brought it up, she acted like a thief and also fetched a basin of water in case of emergency.
Song Shengsheng carefully lit the match, and dozens of letters turned into ashes under the flames, with rising mist accompanying the shattered ashes.
After burning the letter, she washed the copper basin with water and put it back without anyone noticing.
After destroying the "evidence".
Song Shengsheng relaxed all of a sudden.
alright.
She is now a clean and innocent person, and nothing can make her panic anymore!
She made up her mind to do less bad things in the future.
Otherwise you will feel uneasy and afraid of capsizing all the time!
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