Oh, dear! Fish me again

Chapter 139 Borrowing Fire

Ugh.

Forget it.

It's up to her.

*

When Tang Yuechi lost his parents, was he four or five years old?

Anyway, I'm already at an age where I can still remember things.

My father is a playboy who calls himself a wandering poet. In fact, he is just an unemployed vagrant who relies on his good looks to wander around and live off women.

My mother is a mixed-race model. She is beautiful but has not received much education. She has been squandering her youth relying on her capital and talent.

When these two people came together, it was indeed a passionate marriage at first, otherwise Tang Yuechi would not have been born.

But men's bad qualities will soon appear, and it is difficult for such men to have a sense of responsibility.

He was tired of living in one place and tired of sleeping with the same woman, so he wanted to leave the mother and son and go away.

Women are always more loyal, especially those who have children. They are more likely to lose themselves in self-righteous perfection.

The more beautiful a woman is, the crazier she becomes when she is abandoned.

The ending was naturally tragic.

On that winter evening, Tang Yuechi, who was about four or five years old, watched the man and woman soaking in the blood-red bathtub, with bloody knives scattered on the ground.

That day, the terrified expression on the man's face and the crazy smile on the woman's face were deeply imprinted in Tang Yuechi's memory.

That picture represents love.

Therefore, he rejects love.

*

Tang Yuechi believes that when a man and a woman are together, they just get what they need.

It's like you bought a pack of cigarettes from a convenience store, and when you were standing on a deserted street and were about to smoke, you realized you had no light. Then another person passed by and she happened to have a light to lend you.

So the two of you leaned close to each other, and a brief spark flew.

After smoking a cigarette, they passed each other again.

The so-called fire of love is nothing more than that.

So, Tang Yuechi doesn't smoke either.

*

But all the above theories became jokes after meeting Tang Shu.

For the first time, desire overcame reason. Although they were two independent people, all his senses were completely tied to Tang Shu.

I want to make her happy and satisfied.

I want to give everything I have as a gift and lay it at her feet.

For example, at this moment, as smart as Tang Yuechi is, doesn't he know that Tang Shu is deceiving him?

He knows it all.

Just like what she wrote in her notebook, these men were nothing more than lines of practical records to her.

But what can I do? I can't refuse.

I knew clearly that the little fairy didn't have much sincerity, but I was still attracted by her casual words.

"Brother, I'm proposing to you..."

Marry Susu and be her legitimate man.

Well....

In a moment, all bottom lines are burned out and one sinks into depravity.

Fall into hell.

*

Forget it. Although I know you are just trying to coax me, the joy at this moment is enough.

Susu, I will give you everything you want.

Give as much as you can.

Don't be in a hurry, take your time.

*

Tang Yuechi opened his eyes during the deep kiss. The little devil in his arms was so well-behaved that her two rows of eyelashes trembled and her tears, like broken diamonds, flowed onto his nose.

Her waist is so thin and soft that it can be pinched with one hand.

Her skin was white and smooth, and when her breath came upon it, it created a layer of rosy peach color.

Her voice is delicate and charming, as if it came from the depths of hell where red spider lilies bloom, but it floats in the clouds above the nine heavens. She cries out "brother" and coaxes you into surrendering.

Her eyes were clear and bright. In the 59th-floor apartment, with floor-to-ceiling windows reaching into the clouds, she was held at the waist, and her eyes reflected the starry sky behind her, which looked more like the moon than the real moon.

Then you will feel that all the faults are not hers.

...

The man, who was always deep and rational, forgot everything and only remembered what she said when she came.

To hold.

Always love her.

...

*

Tang Shu didn't know when she fainted, and when she woke up, she was still in Tang Yuechi's arms.

This man has accumulated physical strength for thirty years and insists on self-discipline and fitness every day, as if just for the purpose of hugging her.

"Susu, do you want some water?"

The abstinent man, his glasses like a cage, no one knows where he threw them.

The white shirt on his body was hanging by a thread only by a button, and the black tie lay on the pure white carpet beside the bed, accusing humans of being ruthless and throwing away things after use.

Tang Shu raised her head, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed the chaos in her mind aside to make some room for rationality.

The human body is so useless...

She nodded,

"want..."

The man carried her to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water and put it to her mouth.

The mineral water is in glass bottles and feels extremely cold.

Her body was already burning with heat, and when she suddenly came into contact with something so cold, she turned her face away in a squeamish manner and refused to drink it.

"Ah,"

The man chuckled. The delicate little elf was particularly adorable.

He tilted his head back, took a sip, and fed it to him.

.....

*

The height difference was too big, Tang Shu could only raise her chin high and drink a whole bottle of water with great effort.

Tang Yuechi carried her back to the bedroom, bent down and took out a few sheets of paper from the tissue box on the bedside table, and helped her wipe away the remaining water on her chin and the tears that seemed to never stop flowing from her eyes.

"Why are you crying again? Didn't Susu tell me to hold you forever?"

He didn't ask, but when he did, the little goblin glared at him, not knowing whether she was embarrassed or angry.

But those red fox eyes had no deterrent effect at all.

Rather than glaring, it seems more like she is acting coquettishly.

"Susu is so good..."

Tang Yuechi lowered his head and kissed her on the eyes.

Tang Shu cried even harder, closed her eyes, and bit the man's shoulder.

He gritted his teeth in anger.

"That's good..."

The bad man who said one thing and thought another, praised her with words but wanted to punish her.

A big hand suddenly hit her on the buttocks, and both of them were stunned at the same time.

"Tang Yuechi is bullying!"

"Silly Susu, this doesn't seem like bullying..."

The man stopped talking and was busy exploring more unknowns.

...

*

It was almost dawn, and Tang Yuechi was lying in bed, unable to sleep.

Tang Shu was sleeping soundly on top of him. Her snow-white skin formed a sharp contrast with his healthy complexion. Her mouth was slightly open and her brows were frowned in her dream.

Suddenly, she woke up with a start.

He immediately raised his hand to smooth the green hair behind his left ear, and a trace of satisfaction flashed across his face.

Tang Yuechi took in all the expressions.

A sour and numb feeling welled up in his heart. It turned out that they were after his body.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling unwell?" he asked gently.

The big hand was still on the waist, squeezing it from time to time.

Tang Shu shook her head, "Brother takes good care of me~"

She propped up her upper body and slowly sat up.

His eyes were fixed on Tang Yuechi's, and an irrational smile slowly rose on his face.

"Tang Yuechi, is this the end?"

The man closed his eyes helplessly, smiled and sighed.

"Be good, you're injured... take a rest, okay?"

"not good,"

In the eyes of the little fairy, there was an eagerness that she herself was not aware of.

She pouted slightly and raised her chin.

"Tang Yuechi, are you really old?"

this....

Some things don't have to be done overnight. Tang Yuechi treats her like a baby and always restrains himself for fear of hurting the delicate baby.

But the baby doesn't seem to appreciate it...

The man suddenly rushed forward, and in a dizzying moment, he once again controlled the baby in his absolute domain.

"Don't cry later..."

Kiss as punishment.

.....

Sober sinking is like taking poison voluntarily.