0077 077 Come down, I'll catch you under the moon (H)
Qi Shuyao, who was leaning against the door, felt that the room was too quiet. She took off her hat, kicked off her high heels, and leaned over to turn on the TV.
Before we knew it, it was dark, and the news started on TV. The female anchor was telling everyone where to go tonight to see the big, round moon.
Her phone had lit up silently several times before she finally pulled it out of her pocket. The number and the person were familiar, but so much time had passed.
Just as she was hesitating, the door behind her opened again, and Tu Mi quietly entered the room and helped her pick up the hat she had dropped on the ground.
"Answer the phone, what's wrong?"
Why didn't you tell him before?
“I didn’t tell him today either. You didn’t say you were going back, so I definitely wouldn’t have told him.”
"So, do you want me to go back?"
"Although I don't know what happened between you, we still need to communicate."
Under Tu Mi's watchful gaze, Qi Shuyao answered the phone.
It was that damned calm again; you could barely hear the wind.
After a very long time, Qi Yu finally spoke.
"Today is a day for family reunion. We can still be considered a family, right?"
Qi Shuyao stood up, turned around and hugged Tu Mi, her clearly outlined breasts pressed against her body.
"Thank you for keeping this secret for me all this time."
She was about to leave, but Tu Mi stood still and grabbed her finger.
Will we ever see each other again?
"at any time."
Qi Shuyao couldn't quite understand how joyful a reunion could be. Today, she met two old friends, yet both times she felt incredibly awkward.
Qi Yu reached out his hand to her, and she put her hand on his. Before she could even turn her head to look at the small window on the fourth floor, she was thrown and pushed into the car next to her.
There was no driver in the car, and everything was exactly as it had been before she left; nothing had changed.
Qi Shuyao opened her mouth, but the syllable that was stuck in her throat was completely blocked back down.
Her lips sealed her mouth after a long time, and the man's body pressed her down onto the back seat. Her hands were grabbed, pulled apart, and pressed into the gaps in the seat back.
The bright red lipstick was completely eaten, smudged, and the lower half of her face was stained red. The domineering tongue burrowed in, sweeping away the last breath in her mouth.
"You've been drinking? You still have the mood to drink?"
"I didn't..."
He didn't let her catch her breath. This time, her tongue was pulled out and sucked hard in his mouth. Her moist little tongue was sucked until it was dry and brittle, and he even rubbed it against her chin. All the lipstick with saliva was smeared on Qi Yu's chin. He became a man-eating devil, enjoying her blood and making low growls of praise during the process.
He kissed her until she couldn't breathe before letting her go. She was dizzy, hot, and stuffy. He leaned forward to turn on the air conditioner, then quickly came back and pressed his body against hers.
A slightly trembling hand pressed against her cheek, his thumb rubbing her delicate skin hard, determined to leave bright red marks. His hot palm moved down her curves: her neck, collarbone, her protruding breasts, and finally, her flat stomach.
He pressed down on the soft belly as if he couldn't believe it, and as usual, as his hand moved down, her legs sensitively closed up, clamping his fingers between them.
It took him a great deal of strength and courage to raise his head and meet her gaze. Her seemingly emotionless eyes shot out daggers, like a slow, agonizing death.
He couldn't take it anymore, so he flipped her over and pinned her face down on the seat. He lifted her wide black skirt from behind and slapped her still firm and bouncy bottom hard.
Qi Shuyao sank into the soft cushions and let out a muffled groan, which made Qi Yu feel a little better. He patiently rolled up the entire skirt to her waist, revealing her slender white waist.
The man bent down, cupped her soft body in his hands, and pressed his eyes against it, trying to find some change.
Unfortunately, no, the skin all over the body was still smooth and delicate, without a single line.
He tried to calm himself down, but his hands kept kneading the skin on his waist until the girl beneath him let out a pleading whimper.
Does it hurt?
His fingers slid across the reddened skin, pressing down hard with his fingertips.
"It hurts... Dad, Daddy..."
She knew exactly how he lost control; the man's erect penis was so hard that it could be easily inserted into her body without needing to unzip his pants.
Qi Shuyao thought he had put a stone in, and in an instant, without any buffer, it rushed into her body, broke open the glued-together passage, tore her apart, crushed her, and swallowed her whole.
Her arms were pinned behind her back by a large hand, her upper body unable to move, her face pressed into the cushion in an extremely uncomfortable position, her nose even bent under the pressure, making it difficult to breathe, but she couldn't feel any of that for the time being, only the tangible sensation of her lower body being penetrated and the pleasure mixed in.
The iron-like penis stretched open the folds of her vagina, supporting every cell in the flesh wall, waking them all from their slumber. They jumped up excitedly, rubbing against him. The cells in her lower body caused all the cells in her body to dance inside her, faster and faster, more and more forcefully, about to break through her skin and flesh and tear her to pieces in the next second.
She unconsciously raised her leg, but the man pressed it down with his knee, rendering her unable to move her hands and feet. She then twisted her waist forcefully, bending herself into a bent shape and twisting in the opposite direction from him.
It was finally over. The frantically throbbing cells in her body were crushed into liquid by the scalding iron rod. She died before dawn, turning into waves that rushed out of her body.
But he had no intention of letting her go. He grabbed her waist and pulled her up, but did not release his knees that were pressing down on her legs. Qi Shuyao's limp body was stretched into a long strip, and she groaned in pain.
Does it hurt?
"pain……"
"So, what do you want to tell me?"
"At home... are my little horse and little sheep alright?"
He tightened his grip on her waist.
"I don't know, I didn't go back," he said through gritted teeth.
"You haven't gone back even once?"
"You care? Why don't you come back and see them?"
"..."
"You've learned to brush me off now that you're not talking? Did your grandparents teach you that?"
He finally released her legs, pulled her out from under him, and knelt on the water-soaked seat, letting her body naturally lean back against his chest, her hands grabbing his breasts through her clothes.
Qi Shuyao quickly raised her limp arm to block his hand, but one of his hands had already slipped inside and covered one of her breasts.
"Why is it so hard?"
"Let go!"
She started acting out, throwing a tantrum in her usual way, so much so that Qi Yu didn't even realize that the corners of his mouth had already turned up in a smile. He squeezed the fingers inside her again, but slowly pulled out the penis that was stuck in her vagina.
A tremendous sense of emptiness surged into her body from her empty passage. Qi Shuyao slumped back in her seat and finally turned to look at him.
"Your period is coming soon."
He touched her stomach with his hand and gently rubbed it.
"Ask whatever you want."
His hands stopped moving, but they remained on her waist, the heat from his palms continuously transferring into her body, making her feel unbearably hot.
How are you doing?
"No, not good at all."
"Then why don't you come back? Don't you want me anymore?"
"I can't..."
Qi Yu suddenly bent down, gripped her shoulders tightly, and forced her to look up and meet his gaze.
His eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs practically bulging out, his breath spraying onto her face, each word piercing her very bones.
"Qi Shuyao, your surname is Qi, you are mine, you belong to me alone."
"What are you doing..."
"You've been gone for so long, and I've been thinking that you know far more than I imagined. But when you discover something unknown, you don't even want to ask? Don't you want to understand me? Do you think this will make you seem sensible?"
He covered her mouth with his hand and laughed self-deprecatingly. In truth, she was born to be a dazzling princess, while he was just a wisp of dusty wind that could not see the light of day. He might blow past her, but he would leave no trace.
The splitting headache returned, and he freed one hand to forcefully pull down the top of his head, as if he wanted to smash his skull.
The force in her other hand naturally weakened, and Qi Shuyao quickly broke free and grabbed his arm with her other hand.
"Are you out of your mind? Do you want to die? Didn't you say you were going to climb to the highest point? What are you doing here now? Who are you putting on a show for? I never said I was going to acknowledge him..."
He couldn't get her to finish a single complete sentence today; he interrupted her again, acting completely incoherently, after she'd only gotten halfway through.
"Whether you acknowledge him or not, you are still my daughter. Even if I die, you must guard my spirit for the rest of your life. Don't even think about going anywhere else."
"You only want me to be your daughter?"
"Otherwise what is it? What else is it? A lover? But you don't know how to love. You'll never know how blinding the sunlight was when you pulled me out of the abyss. You don't love anyone else; you only love yourself."
"What are you talking about!... Wait a minute, listen to me first. Do you know where Song Yusheng's father is right now? Did you do anything to him?"
"And you're bringing up other people... Song Yusheng, ha, she's going to hell, do you want to go too?"
How could you say that about her?
“I’ve said it before, I only care about you. The life or death of everyone else has nothing to do with me, including the woman who gave birth to you. She has never raised you for a single day, so why should she be your mother! Yes, I’ve raised you from childhood to adulthood. Are you going to call me Mom?”
"You're crazy, you're really crazy."
Qi Shuyao released his arm and slid back in the seat. Maintaining one position for a long time made her back very uncomfortable, so she reached out to rub it.
"your……"
"The child is gone."
She interrupted him, bluntly throwing out a sentence.
The air inside the car seemed to freeze, yet both of them remained damnably calm.
"What did you say?"
"She's a girl, she'll probably look like you, her eyes will definitely be especially beautiful, and fair."
Qi Shuyao pictured her little daughter's chubby face. She was only fleshy on her face; her body was pitifully thin. Even when she was about to be born, her belly wasn't very big.
She raised her hand and forcefully wiped away her tears, even laughing at herself aloud.
"It's good that the child is gone, anyway I don't know how to be a mother."
Qi Yu's soul could no longer support his body; his tall frame curled up in a ball inside the car, convulsing incessantly.
No, if it were a little girl, she would look a lot like her, exactly like her when she was little. Even if she was thin, she would curl up into a little ball of flesh, nestled firmly in his arms, and wouldn't go anywhere. Even if she ran far away, she would come back before dark and rush over to call him "Daddy."
It's his daughter; he's really become a father.
He has been a father.
That must be a little Yao Yao. He just wants a little Yao Yao. He only wants one Yao Yao, that's enough.
The man rose from his seat, facing her. He hesitated to reach out, his hand hovering near her cheek, and softly asked,
"Do you miss me? Do you miss me? Tell me yourself."
She couldn't hold back any longer and threw herself into his arms.
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