197: Love without emotion

"I just want to go! What can you do with me?" After saying that, she wanted to leave Huo Yan's side.

But Huo Yan raised his hand slightly and imprisoned her firmly in his arm.

Huo Yan! Let go of me! Let go! Let me go!" Jiang Muyan struggled. Even if he tried his best to breastfeed and the power of the chicken wings just now, he still couldn't move Huo Yan. What is this guy made of? Why is it so strong?

Jiang Muyan grabbed his arm with his hand, leaving deep scratches on his arm. But Huo Yan seemed to feel no pain at all. Looking at his motionless appearance, Jiang Muyan got angry this time and then bit his arm fiercely.

Suddenly, a fishy smell came from her mouth, and she realized that she seemed to have gone a little too much, so she slowly opened her mouth and looked at the obvious marks on his arm, with blood. What did you do?

When she was in a daze and regretting, suddenly Huo Yan took her all the way to ** with his hand, and then threw her body heavily on **.

Before she fully reacted, Huo Yan also turned over and pressed on her body. The extremely indifferent eyes stared straight at herself, and then waved her hand. Suddenly, her clothes were like broken catkins and scattered on the side of the bed.

"Huo Yan... What are you doing?" Jiang Muyan looked at Huo Yan, who was a little strange, and then swallowed and asked.

"Do you still want to leave me? Why do you just want to leave me? Huo Yan looked into Jiang Muyan's eyes again and again. He saw her fear and her determination to leave.

Huo Yan felt that something in his heart was constantly shaking him. I thought that she would not leave her and forget her New Year, as if she had slowly disappeared. Instead, there is an uncertain panic. She was so afraid of herself that she wanted to leave herself.

All the thoughts come down to one point, that is, she is afraid of herself and wants to leave herself. Huo Yan's mind was full of the same answer, and his hands had removed all Jiang Muyan's clothes.

Huo Yan! You are crazy! The window is not closed yet!" Jiang Muyan looked out of the bright window. Although Brown's Hotel has a certain height, it doesn't mean that no one else will find it outside. Is Huo Yan crazy? How can you make yourself naked like this?

"Only in this way will you not leave!" Huo Yan bent down and said softly in her ear. After saying that, when Jiang Muyan was still opening the window in a panic, he suddenly pulled her legs away with his big hand.

Then he rushed into the cave that had already dried up.

Pain... It's like burning pain... It suddenly eroded her body, and the pain forced her to curl up her back, but because of Huo Yan's existence, she couldn't even achieve such a small action.

The muscles of his thighs are tightly tightened, and his legs are tightly wrapped around his waist. I don't know whether he wants to push him away or bring him to himself.

Huo Yan is huge. Because of this, every time he moves, Jiang Muyan can adapt to his hugeness earlier, so there is no harm every time, only a full feeling, but this time... there is no precursor, no emotional color, just like the need to spread between animals. The succession is average.

When the sharp sword quickly rushes into the scabbard, it may also scratch the wall of the scabbard. Now Jiang Muyan is the scratched scabbard, which can only bite his lower lip, and then stab himself with a sharp, indifference and no emotional sword again and again. One is transparent.

"You...never leave me!" Huo Yan had such a sentence that made Jiang Muyan cry in every sprint. But this is not because she was moved, but because she had to bear another trauma.

With the passage again and again, her body began to slowly adapt to such a process. In order to reduce her pain, the warm rain and dew slowly warmed her cave. Accept another impact.

But there is no reason to buffer in my heart, pain... It's still severe pain, as if my body has no intuition.

She was like dead, and then did not resist at all, but mechanically endured the impact he brought to her. He looked numbly at his sweaty forehead and the gorgeous wallpaper behind him. It turns out that I like to do it or not, relying only on whether the person in front of me is what I think.

Huo Yan's brain has been suppressed by Jiang Muyan's determination to leave. Her mind was full of the idea of leaving her, so she didn't pay attention to Jiang Muyan's lifeless face at all. It just means that her body can be more comfortable, as if she will never leave her.

What's the difference between rape and violence? Compared with the former, Jiang Muyan's heart is more uncomfortable like now. He should understand himself and should protect himself from hurting himself, but why is he who hurts himself the most...

As the action became more and more intense, Huo Yan's last low roar made his body completely smooth, and his reason began to slowly recover. He lowered his head and looked at Jiang Muyan under him.

Her eyes were lax, and her hands were spread aside casually, as if her body did not belong to her at all. She had no shame and no expression of enjoyment, as if she didn't care about everything anymore.

If Jiang Muyan jumped up and slapped himself fiercely, he still knew what to do, but now Jiang Muyan has lost any vitality. Such Jiang Muyan made him feel afraid.

"Daughter-in-law?"

......

"Ying?"

......

"What's wrong with you? Wake up? Words? Words?" Huo Yan had never been so scared. Looking at Jiang Muyan's expression, it was my exploding grenade in his hand that made him even more panicked.

"Are you done?" Jiang Muyan looked up, then looked at Huo Yan blankly, slowly got up, put on the nightgown next to him, and slowly lay back **.

"Daughter-in-law? What's wrong with you? Huo Yan looked at Jiang Muyan and then pulled up her wrist with one hand. Then he stared into her eyes and asked.

"It's okay. My clothes are torn. Please buy one for me. Anyway, my size, you know." Jiang Muyan looked back at Huo Yan expressionlessly, talking like an inanimate corpse without emotional fluctuation.

"Jiang Muyan? What's wrong with you?" Huo Yan shook Jiang Muyan's body and then looked into her eyes and said. But it seems that she can't focus on her eyes. Or Jiang Muyan has no focus at all.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Jiang Muyan withdrew his eyes from him and then waited for his quilt: "When will we go back?"

"We? Go back? Do you want to go back with me? Huo Yan asked in disbelief. He thought that Jiang Muyan would hate him and would say that he did not want to go back with him, but he didn't expect that she would say that she would go back with him?

"Isn't that what you want? OK... I'll go back with you." Jiang Muyan looked back at Huo Yan and didn't seem to understand why Huo Yan was so surprised.

"Good..." Huo Yan picked up his mobile phone.

"Please buy my clothes for me. I don't want others to do it for me. I'm a little embarrassed." Jiang Muyan looked out of the window, but said to Huo Yan.

"This..." Huo Yan flashed a trace of hesitation.

"I don't have any clothes to wear to go out. Are you still afraid that I will go out?" Jiang Muyan seemed to have a mocking face and looked at Huo Yan and said.

"No." Huo Yan shook his head and looked at Jiang Muyan. He still nodded and then turned around and walked out of the door.

Looking at his back as he left, two lines of tears suddenly flowed down, wetting the back of his hand. The person who loves herself most is also the one who is the easiest to hurt herself. She has realized this sentence.

For some reason, in terms of her nature, she can really come up and punch him as a punishment, or curse a few words, and she can continue to throw herself into his crazy demands as before, but for some reason, this time she can't.

I can't use my hot temper and blunt words to cover up my sadness again. Huo Yan hurt herself, and she even doubted what she was in his heart. Is it an alternative love tool? When you like it, you can hurt yourself. When you don't like it, you can use yourself casually?

And the woman, the woman carefully supported by him in the photo, is the person he most wants to protect?

Jiang Muyan told herself that she couldn't think like this before everything was clear, but she couldn't. His madness and gentleness to others form a sharp contrast. People say that people are more angry than others, and that's what it is now.

What is your own? Maybe it's just a substitute?

Sad, an indescreible sadness lingered in her heart, and then she realized that she liked a person so much, but found that that person had been hurting her feelings, which was really hard. She couldn't understand Qiao Jie's persistence and care for herself, and now she finally understands that Qiao Jie is afraid of being hurt, so she dares not make up easily.

But what about yourself? It seems that I still don't understand his things, just like Huo Yan... I seem to like him, as if I know him, but in the end, everything is empty.

Her body was still in pain. She raised her arm and gently lifted her sleeve, but found that there was a black mark on her shoulder, which was the mark left when he just pressed her hard.

The left arm is also painful, and it must be such a trauma. Slowly walked to the mirror, with his distinctive teeth marks on his neck. Why do these signs on the body are symbols of ** when the love is deep, but when the tea is so cold, they all become hurt?