Women are the most dangerous animals in the world, especially those who regard snakes as totems!
At this moment, her seductive whisper, like the last spark of life in the ashes, ignited and detonated the remaining passion in my body! An almost morbid desire for revenge instantly broke through the exhausted dam, and the iron will raised its head ferociously on the ruins.
There was no mercy or tenderness anymore. I was a cold weapon that was only meant to shatter her existence. With the ruthlessness to crush all her pride and cunning into dust, I launched a violent attack that made her grit her teeth and tremble her soul...
Begging for mercy? My eyes were red, and my fighting spirit was burning to the boiling point, like a beast with bloodshot eyes. How could I put down my butcher knife just because of a wail and become a Buddha on the spot?
Begging for mercy? I have long been immersed in this battle of wills, forgetting everything else and burning my rationality. How could I feel any sympathy for my opponent's weakness and stop fighting?
The only way to make this dangerous snake completely surrender and silence is to use the most primitive and violent method, time and again, to completely break down and penetrate the dam of her will!
Low moans were torn into suppressed sobs... loud shouts were broken into uncontrolled screams... latent hums finally became meaningless sobs... until all the sounds of struggle returned to dead silence, like ruins after a storm.
When the final silence drowned everything like a cold tide, I was like an empty shell that had been completely drained of all its energy. I fell over with a bang and landed heavily on the messy mattress. The last bit of energy in my body, along with my morbid fighting spirit, was burned out in this reckless conquest, leaving nothing behind.
She was completely voiceless, her eyes frozen in the darkness with emptiness, as if her soul had left her body, leaving only a body floating in the void.
I took a deep breath, my chest rising and falling violently. Fear instantly seized my heart - fighting is fine, fighting is fine, but it would be terrible if someone died! Holding on to my exhausted breath, I trembled and raised my heavy arm, carefully putting my fingertips under her nose.
A faint but continuous stream of air came from my fingertips.
Fortunately, she was still alive. The trace of heat proved that her soul had not yet dissipated.
"I'm not dead yet..." A faint voice, hoarse after surviving a disaster, came out from between her teeth, "...you pervert."
It turned out that women's recovery speed was sometimes amazing. Her empty eyes quickly gathered their spirits, and moved flexibly in the dim light, and she even managed to squeeze out this half-dead joke.
I didn't respond. As long as I confirmed that the bottom line of life and death was not broken, everything else - her accusations, my embarrassment, this embarrassing and absurd scene - had to be put on the back burner. At this moment, I just wanted to flatten it out and let this exhausted body take a breath first.
Her cold fingers were like a snake, slowly caressing my tired chest with a hint of coolness. In the darkness, she suddenly chanted two lines of poetry, her voice carrying an inappropriate tenderness: "When we met, we fell in love, I believe it was the unfinished cause of our previous life."
This pedantic poem was originally written by the old Taoist Zhu Fu to express his sorrow and parting feelings to his old friend. Now she used it to apply to our absurd and dangerous affair. Every word and sentence exuded an inexplicable weirdness and ridiculousness.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but let out a short, tired laugh from my throat: "I don't know what the cause was in my previous life. But the result today... " I paused, patted my chest in self-mockery, "It almost cost me the life of this 'farming ox'."
She was also amused by this analogy, and she laughed softly, her chest vibrating slightly. After laughing, she suddenly turned her head and stared at me in the dim light, her eyes probing: "Guan Hongjun, do you know why you...are a little 'cute'?"
I shook my head with great effort, and my cervical vertebrae made a slight clicking sound.
She leaned closer, her breath brushing my ear, her voice faint, like a midnight whisper: "Because you... are always like a bottomless whirlpool, hiding unexpected 'new tricks'..." Her fingertips drew a circle on my heart, "It's dangerous, but it makes people... can't help but want to get closer, want to try what it feels like to be with you for a moment. It makes people... can't stop."
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