Chapter 72

"It's so uncomfortable..." Su Qianmian had a splitting headache.

Xun Mochen pecked her lips gently: "Tell me, what's wrong?"

His kiss made her confused, but the picture in her head was so complicated, chaotic and clear.

It's like she has experienced it herself. With just some pictures, she can feel a lot of sadness.

She dodged his kiss, nestled into his chest, and pointed to her chest.

Xun Mochen kneaded the softness on her chest, and there were ambiguous red marks on her snow-white skin.

The maple leaf forest is like a fire, red and burning through half of the sky.

Xun Mochen's black hair and black eyes, and the serious persistence in her eyes locked her tightly, making her unable to escape.

Su Qianmian's heart twitched. Even if he was drunk, he still tried to endure sadness and fragility. He stretched out his soft and white arms to hug Xun Mochen and sobbed in a low voice, "Don't let me go, okay?"

"Good." He answered without hesitation and withdrew her clothes one by one.

She turned over and clung to his body: "Do you know? I actually hate them very much.

Xun Mochen's hand paused and asked cautiously, "Who are they?"

"They're all gone... I'm so scared..." Su Qianmian answered the question.

Xun Mochen fished Su Qianmian into his arms: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm alone, I don't belong to anyone, and no one belongs to me... It's so empty..." Su Qianmian's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his chest, with fine wounds.

"I hate my father and my mother..." She buried her head in his arms.

"But I miss them so well..."

Xun Mochen's body was stiff. The previous hot lust seemed to have been poured with a basin of water. With a thump, it was completely extinguished, leaving only a piece of dead ashes, laughing at him wildly.

"And..."

Xun Mochen stiffened his body, like a prisoner waiting for sentencing: "What else?" The voice is low and a little unstable.

"I don't know, I don't know..." Those intermittent blurred pictures that she had never experienced before, but they clearly appeared in her mind and occupied her head.

Su Qianmian cried in a depressed voice, intermittently talking about the lingering bits and pieces in his heart.

Xun Mochen held Su Qianmian in his arms, and his body seemed to be burned out dry firewood, breaking little by little.

Her sadness is all caused by him. He should get out of her life. What right does he have to have her?

But man is greedy, and he is greedy and selfish. In order to get the person in his arms, he has long turned his back on God and chose to be with the devil.

Xun Mochen pulled on the quilt, covered Su Qianmian, and then hugged her tightly: "Qianqian, go to sleep."

Others call her Qianqian, and he also calls her Qianqian, but his words contain doting love.

Su Qianmian seemed to be encouraged, and he cried more and more presumptuously in his arms. Tears wet his chest and burned his heart.

Shallow, shallow...

Su Qianmian was physically and mentally exhausted. He was drunk again and soon fell asleep. Xun Mochen couldn't sleep all night. Looking at the gradual whitening of the east, the rolling waves in his eyes gradually subsided. No one knows what he is thinking.

When Su Qianmian opened his eyes, he was full of strangeness, and there was some familiarity in the stranger. This situation is a little strange.

She was quiet and closed her eyes again.

Take a deep breath.

But this did not help her recall what had happened.

Su Qianmian suddenly flashed: I won't be...

She suddenly lifted the quilt and banged, and her head seemed to be thunderous and blank.

She... wears a men's cotton T-shirt, which can cover the root of her thighs... She really wants to hold the pipa and half cover her face, hooking her nosebleeds!

Almost at the same time, the door was opened. Xun Mochen was dressed in white, black trousers and cotton slippers. He looked a little careless, but he blushed in an instant, stared at her open quilt and straightened his eyes.

Su Qianmian was very surprised. The redness on her face had spread to the root of her neck. Smoke came from the top of her head and pulled up the quilt, like a good woman who was about to be raped. She covered herself tightly, and her eyes were burning with raging.

Xun Mochen stood at the door awkwardly, neither walking nor entering.

Su Qianmian's voice trembled: "How did I put it on?"

Xun Mochen touched his nose and thought about how to answer to calm her down. In the end, I think it's better to tell the truth.

"I'll help you put it on. That's my T-shirt."

But he still wants to explain it.

"You know, I'm twenty-seven, and all kinds of cognitions are comparable..." He gestured and tried to say it implicitly. But in the final analysis, isn't it just to express that he has read countless women? Su Qianmian's eyes have become colder and colder.

"I... In fact, I can change your clothes without looking at it."

Su Qianmian stared at him, like an interrogation.

Xun Mochen shrugged his shoulders: "Of course, it's not that I didn't see it."

In fact, he not only didn't look at it, but also touched it all over and almost ate her.

His eyes were very clear, as if he did not blame himself or feel uneasy about this matter, so he accepted Su Qianmian's examination.

But he was very worried, because he didn't know what Su Qianmian was thinking.

Su Qianmian took a deep breath, his eyes were red, and his voice trembled: "Give me my clothes."

"Yesterday you got drunk and vomited all over. I've washed it."

Damn it! Is it so embarrassing for me to be drunk?

Wait, he said he washed it for her? Su Qianmian wanted to laugh a little. Can this person born with a golden spoon in his mouth wash clothes? What's his intention?

There is his suit next to it, flat without any wrinkles. Su Qianmian had an idea and stared at him angrily: "Hasn't you seen enough yet?" Why don't you go out?

Xun Mochen turned his face and looked at the foot of the bookcase: "Qianqian," he seemed to have something to say, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Su Qianmian covered herself tightly with a quilt and aggravated her tone word by word: "Xun Mochen, you have a girlfriend! What do you think I am? What do you think I am!"

Xun Mochen looked up at her, and a little light flashed in his eyes: "Qianqian, my girlfriend can only be you."

"Shut up!" Su Qianmian said angrily, "You, go away!"

Even if he is extremely angry, he can't bear to say cruel words to him. Su Qianmian had a touch of sadness in her heart.

Xun Mochen said nothing more. He helped her close the door and stood motionless outside the door.

Su Qianmian felt very tired. She seemed to be very unlucky during this period. Maybe she should go to the fragrant temple to ask for an amulet.

Xun Mochen's bedroom is very large, some of which is a special sleeping area, and some are used for semi-leisure and semi-reading, separated by soft partitions such as cloth in the middle. Su Qianmian tore off this black and white fabric, put it around his waist, made a simple skirt, then put on his suit, and took out his bag: Well, the wallet is also here, very good.

Su Qianmian dressed like the most fashionable runway model, a long skirt with a feminine atmosphere, and the upper body is the most masculine suit. The whole is black and white and silver gray, elegant and dignified with a little light and simplicity. And her eyes were a kind of quiet silence.

Su Qianmian looked around the room: This is Xun Mochen's room, she knows. She used to be so curious about him, so careful, quietly observing his room, the books he read, the way he surfed the Internet, he tapped the mouse's finger, the corners of his mouth with a smile, and he frowned when he ate his own food for the first time...

Su Qianmian moved the stool and put it in the window, then stepped on it, opened the window, and jumped down.

There has been no movement in the house for a long time. Xun Mochen heard a slight noise, and then there was a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Shallow?" He is a little worried and anxious.

No one answered.

"Shallow?" He put his hand on the handle, as if he would open the door the next second.

It's stabbed--! The sound of cloth tearing.

Xun Mochen no longer hesitated, suddenly opened the door, and then saw the open window and Su Qianmian, who had arrived on the road.

But it's shallow. You told me not to let go of you.