Eternal Burning

Who is that on chuáng? Shang Lu's voice came in faintly, a little suffocated, but still audible.

Didn't they say my sister? That was my philosophy teacher and my current target. Shang Muxiao's words contained the joy of getting revenge for the great revenge.

Shang Lu was quiet, as if digesting this information.

Do you think I'll be angry when you bring people back? Do you want to resist my oppression against you in this way? Shang Lu spoke again, with a sarcastic tone, Shang Muxiao, even if you go with a dog, I won't be angry. Your life is yours, and it has nothing to do with me.

Although he didn't directly compare me to a dog, that meant more or less.

Sure enough, movie roles are movie roles, and must not be confused with the actors themselves.

Since it has nothing to do with you, why do you always involve me in my life and do things that I don't like to do? I was asked to apply for the finance department before, and now I am asked to make a movie. My life is my own? Shang Muxiao sneered, I don't even know it myself!

Because those are no longer just your life, but mine too. When our life trajectories overlap, do you think I should prioritize your feelings? Which one did you wear that I didn't give you? Even this life is given by me, what are you angry about?

you gave? Don't you often say that my life was exchanged for my mother's life?

Shang Lu didn't answer, I don't know if he was speechless, or he was too lazy to pay attention, but I had no reason to think it was the latter.

After a short silence, Shang Muxiao's tone calmed down, but he was exhausted: Why on earth did you give birth to me?

Shang Lu was silent for a longer time this time.

I thought she would be happy having another child, but unexpectedly made her even more unhappy, and I regret it too. His voice lowered, showing a tone that was completely different from the aggressive tone just now. It seemed that just mentioning Mei Zixun was enough to make him gentle.

So you hate me and you think I killed her.

Do not. Shang Lu paused and said, we killed her together.

I sucked in a sharp breath, and tightened the placket of my men's clothes. I was just listening, and I was shocked by the lethality of these words.

Shang Muxiao had said before that although Shang Lu was not a good father, he had never treated him. He was wrong, Shang Lu did not treat him badly in terms of food and clothing, but he treated him badly. With words, with an indifferent attitude, it turned into a sharp blade, stabbing the most innocent child.

It is hard to imagine how Shang Muxiao endured these bào forces for years.

The outside was completely quiet, and after Shang Lu said that, even Shang Muxiao had to take it easy.

For a long time, just when I thought that after the quarrel was over, both of them had already left, Shang Muxiao slowly opened the door and walked in.

His body was intact, and there were no wounds on his face, but anyone who looked into his eyes would clearly realize that he was injured, badly injured, dying and dripping with blood.

He sat down beside the church and didn't mention the quarrel.

Teacher, it's snowing outside.

Before going to bed, I didn't pull the blackout curtains, but just pulled a layer of white gauze. At this time, it was dark and I couldn't see the lights or snow.

It should be cold tomorrow...

Where did he touch you? Shang Muxiao raised his hand to hold my cheek, and the ball of his thumb gently rubbed my lower lip.

The sudden change in the subject made me feel a little overwhelmed.

He said he recognized the wrong person, maybe he didn't find Fang Qinian, thought he was sleeping under it... When he spoke, he inevitably touched Shang Muxiao's fingers, and his fingertips got a little wet.

Did he touch you here? Shang Muxiao didn't seem to hear my words at all, and as my lips and teeth opened and closed, he put more fingers in.

I felt uncomfortable and wanted to back away, but he fixed my face and wouldn't allow me to move.

...I didn't think it was you.

I clarified the misunderstanding to him, but he didn't seem to need my clarification at all.

Yes, we look alike. His eyes are dark and there is no expression on his face, why do you look at him like that?

How do you see him?

Thumb against the tip of the tongue, stroking and teasing it like a docile pet, escaping and escaping, and escaping. I was dazed by his fingers, and soon the body fluid slid down the corners of my lips, leaving a tingling trail on my jaw.

business...

Do you like him touching you?

With a thorn in my heart, I was finally sure that he was taking out his anger and making trouble unreasonably. Unable to bear it, I clenched my teeth and bit down.

Shang Muxiao frowned, and subconsciously pulled back his hand, looking at the deep tooth marks on his knuckles, his eyebrows became even more gloomy.

Wiping the saliva from my lips, I coldly drove him out: go out.

He looked up, and the dangerous emotion in his eyes was frightening, as if he was about to slaughter me in the next moment, tear my throat, and gnaw at my flesh and blood.