Eternal Burning

break? He didn't even know what he was talking about, this was a 300,000 binoculars.

Where did this telescope come from? I couldn't help but look at it, and it was as dazzling as the North Star in this real little shack.

I searched a lot of places to find such a spot. I'm sorry I broke your telescope last time. I'll pay you for this one. Don't be mad at me. He kissed my palm, his breath was hot and humid, his lips were soft, and his tone was coquettish.

too expensive. I can't help but shrink my hands, I am reluctant to give up on the little beauty, but my attitude is firm, you should return it, my machine is not worth much, it has been used for a long time, I have long wanted to replace it.

Unpacked and cannot be returned. He wouldn't let me stop, he kissed my palm a little bit, and even nibbled my fingertips with his teeth.

Don't... My aura that was dissipated by the binoculars disintegrated further, and my face and neck burned.

Tell me we didn't break up. He rubbed my wrist and stared at me with dark eyes, he must admit that I was just quarreling with him, and we didn't want to break up.

I pursed my lips and said nothing.

His eyes widened, he pulled my wrist and forced me to bend down, while he raised his upper body, his other hand pressed down on the back of my neck, and kissed me fiercely.

As if in revenge for my silence, he was surprisingly strong, not kissing, but tearing at the prey, hoping to use up its last struggle.

With my palm on his shoulder, I tried to push him away. He found my intentions and bit my tongue hard.

Well……

There was a tinge of blood in his mouth, probably his tongue had been bitten.

I was a little scared, and shrank to avoid his entanglement.

My breathing gradually became short, and I couldn't tell whether it was lack of oxygen or something else. My upper body gradually lost strength, and my struggle became weaker. I was dragged a little by him from the wheelchair and embraced in his arms.

Like a spider's web, he entangled me completely until I lost the last thought of running away.

Beidou, if you don't speak, I'll keep doing it... He exhaled hot, grinding my earlobe between his teeth.

With my fingertips, I grabbed the fabric on his back, I closed my eyes, tremblingly compromised: We didn't break up.

I have a boyfriend.

I hug him tighter and repeat: I have a boyfriend.

Shang Muxiao is more important than anyone else.

Shang Mu Xiaobi... I found that he was wrong and stopped in time.

His hand reached through the hem of the sweater, stroked my back, and commanded: Say.

I shivered even more, hurriedly pressing down on the messy hand in the sweater.

Shang Muxiao is more important than anyone else.

His voice was laughing: Good.

good……

He laughed so much that his body trembled slightly: this sentence does not need to be repeated.

After the emotional catharsis, I calmed down, he calmed down, we can finally talk like adults.

He carried me back to the wheelchair while he found the telescope manual and figured out how to assemble this astonishingly expensive adult toy.

I tried to discuss with him about Yang Haiyang and Shang Yunrou. He focused on his hands and didn't reject it, but he didn't say much.

Do you think humans can be completely unbiased? ' he asked for no reason.

what do you mean?

kids...etc. He screwed the screws and exposed his heart. He has a child. If there is another child, and my sister's child, which one will he prefer?

Don't say that every child is the baby of their parents. You and I know that it is just the most ideal state, and the love of parents is not unconditional.

Although I want to say a few words for Yang Haiyang and tell Shang Muxiao that the other party is not that kind of person and will definitely treat the two children fairly, but from my personal experience, I can't irresponsibly deny his idea.

Many times, parental love does have conditions. It is filled with various requirements.

To be obedient, to be successful, to be happy, to be healthy, there is no love without a purpose in this world.” What drives all this is the desire that starts from oneself.

According to you, everyone can only have one child.

He pouted: What's wrong with a child? I'd rather have never been born. How can there be such a big difference between those born to the same parents, let alone those born to two mothers?

I think of myself and Bei Yan, and the environment in which Shang Muxiao grew up. His worries sounded a little extreme at first, and some unfounded worries. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was reasonable.

You should talk to your sister about this. I say.

He stopped and tried to hide his prejudice, but with little success. She'll think it's me going crazy. I know she won't have any

Problem, she would be a good mother, but I can't trust the surname Yang. Men are unreliable.

I wanted to say a few more words for Yang Haiyang and all the male compatriots, but Shang Muxiao was already tired of this topic and motioned me to stop.