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Jessica's pearl-like toes were all curled up together, and her whole body began to tremble slightly from the hot breath, her back completed a bow and arrow, her hands tightly grasped Lance's palm, and then the third time Reaching the limit, every muscle is tense to the extreme, so that it starts to feel sore, and the aftertaste that can't be dispelled for a long time is circling in the brain.

After letting out a long breath with a "huh", Jessica's whole body was softened into a puddle of mud, and she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. But the man still didn't end, he straightened his body again, and continued to exercise violently, the air was filled with trivial groans/groans, mixed with the charming woody aroma, tightly surrounding Jessica, she endured I couldn't help but raised my hands and hugged the man's neck tightly, making the distance between the two of them a little closer, a little closer.

At this moment, Jessica is finally no longer confused, empty, and contradictory. It seems that all the hesitation, all the entanglement, all the contradictions, and all the questions have found the answer at this moment. The exciting movements and the fiery breathing made her find her own belonging.

A rough murmur finally came. Jessica only felt a strong impact all over her body. She closed her eyes, buried her head in the man's shoulder socket, let the hot and restless aura completely swallow her, and then got lost in this dangerous place. in a strange world.

Lance turned over and left Jessica's graceful body, then sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the towel on the bedside table and began to wipe the sweat off his body.

Jessica also turned over, put her hands on the man's waist, and used the softness of her palms to feel the strong and powerful waist muscles. The perfect line of wide shoulders and narrow waist was clearly outlined under the projection of the moonlight Coming out, Jessica couldn't help but want to sigh softly. She just wanted to stay by this man's side for a little longer, and for a little longer, she wanted to feel his breath, his temperature, and his breath, and then quietly enjoy the beauty of this moment.

Even if it is hell, she is willing to eat it.

However, Lance stood up straight, and Jessica's hands had to be loosened, and they slid weakly on the soft bed sheet. Jessica looked at Lance's back in confusion, and then heard the low cello-like voice whisper, "You should leave." After speaking, Lance went straight to the bathroom with bare feet , without looking back, without other words, and without a trace of hesitation and nostalgia.

"But..." Jessica's words stuck in her throat before she even had time to say them, and then only saw the afterimage of Lance leaving quickly, and in a blink of an eye, only her was left in the empty room Alone, the sound of washing and showering in the bathroom made this quiet place extremely lonely and terrifying.

Things changed so quickly that there was no warning at all. Jessica looked at the empty gray carpet in disbelief. The cold moonlight illuminated the scattered clothes on the ground. Just ten seconds ago, the rough and panting voice was still in her ear, sexy/sensual It makes people drunk without alcohol; but now, ten seconds later, they have sentenced themselves to death coldly and cruelly.

The verdict came so quickly that it was caught off guard, almost completely breaking down all of Jessica's defenses, and she stayed where she was.

She should stand up and teach him a lesson, she should point to his nose and yell at him, she should express her inner emotions heartily, and tell that man clearly that this is not the result she should get. She should even step forward and slap him twice, and then leave with her head held high. It wasn't he who asked her to leave, but she chose to leave after using him.

But, but... She couldn't cheer up at all, looking at the scattered clothes on the floor, it was like her shattered self-esteem, and a sense of shame swept over her, making it impossible for her to resist. Because, she knows better than anyone—she knew it from the beginning, didn't she?

From the first meeting between the two, she knew that this man was a demon, a bottomless abyss, and a fiery hell. Dangerous messages emanated from his whole body, she had been warning herself not to cross the threshold, not to lose control, but knowing all of this, she still threw herself into the trap without hesitation, like a moth to a flame.

So, this result shouldn't surprise her, should it? Because the end of the moth to the flame is to embrace the flame with its immature wings, and then turn into ashes.

The icy cold air swarmed in, cooling the hot sweat on her skin in an instant, and shivering one after another, even if she hugged her arms tightly with both hands, she couldn't stop it. She quickly sat up, walked out of bed quickly, picked up her clothes one by one from the ground, quickly put them on, and finally fled.

After leaving this room, Jessica almost panicked and ran all the way to the elevator, frantically pressing the elevator floor, and then suddenly relaxed, leaning against the elevator wall and slowly sliding down to the ground. She didn't even want to cry, she just sat there in a daze, dazed.

My mind was completely messed up again.

Lance took a longer bath, and when he came out, he saw a mess of beds and an empty room. In the air, you can even smell the scent of musk slowly wafting away. The still undissipated heat, mixed with the faint panting around your ears, settled little by little in the moonlight, and fell to the ground without a sound.

Lance tore off the sheets on the bed and threw them aside, then rummaged through the closet to find a brand new set of sheets and quilt covers. With a pot of boiling water, I made myself a cup of coffee.

Holding coffee, I came to the edge of the window sill, and quietly looked at the silence covered by white snow outside the window. The hazy halo in the night added a bright color to the scattered snowflakes in the air, like a natural General oil painting. When I wake up from the dream, everything is quiet, as if I am the only one left in the world.

He loves moments like this, moments that belong to him.

He doesn't like to share the same bed/bed with other people, more precisely, he can't be in the same private space with other people, and he hasn't been able to since that afternoon when he was twelve.

The memory of that afternoon seems so vague, but it seems so clear. Frank, the adoptive father who completely lost his mind due to alcoholism, and Fiona, the adoptive mother who fell into a coma due to overdose, all became a mess. In his memory, he only Frank's face that was so angry that it began to distort was left, Gawain's face was pale and fell into a pool of blood, Ian hugged Frank's calf with all his strength, and shouted at him hoarsely, "Run, hurry up!" Run, Lance, run away..."

Then all the pictures began to become fragmented, the bright sunshine in the afternoon, the hot and sticky air in summer, the dense heat waves on the ground, the reeds swaying in the strong wind, Frank's angry roar like a wild beast, rushed to his face The cool steam coming... The roar of "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" constantly echoed in my ears, causing all directions in front of me to lose focus.

The trivial fragments can't be put together at all, so clear, but so vague.

He only remembered that he was hiding in a corner and shivering, his hands were covered with blood for some reason, the sticky and warm touch made him sick, he tried to wipe his hands in a panic, but he couldn't get those The blood was washed away, but the bright light from all directions forced him into a corner, and there was nowhere to escape~www.wuxiax.com~ His legs were so soft that he couldn't even stand up, he could only fall Sitting on the ground, he looked around in a daze.

When the memory came back again, he saw the figure in front of him. He fled back in fear, trying to escape, but he forgot that he was hiding in a corner, surrounded by walls on three sides, and there was nowhere to go He wanted to escape, which made him beat the wall in despair, but the desperate despair of the cornered beast severely defeated all his defenses.

"Lance, it's me, Lance...I'm Theo, Lance, I'm Theo." The anxious and trembling voice came over, and the familiar warmth made him settle down slowly, "Lance, Frank's dead, he's dead, really, I mean it. We're all safe, all of us are safe, Lance, no one's gonna hurt you anymore, and nobody's gonna hurt us anymore..."

The trembling voice made his extremely tense emotions slowly relax, and then his hands were loosened, and he escaped directly into the endless darkness.

After waking up again, the world seemed to be different. Since then, he has no way to trust others easily, no way to be in a small private space with strangers, especially at night, and he refuses such moments. When the world is asleep, only he is awake, in a private space that belongs only to him, which can make him feel safe.

Lance drank half of the coffee in his hand, then put it on the bedside table, then climbed back onto the bed, pulled up the quilt, let out a long breath, relaxed his body tense to the extreme, and then Drowsily fell asleep ~www.wuxiax.com~ Book friends are welcome to come and read, the latest, fastest, and hottest serial works are all available at ~www.wuxiax.com~Mobile phone users, please go to read.