C11

Xiao Jin Dong was very busy, ever since he was an 18 year old adult. He was very busy day and night. I was very curious about what those documents in his hands were used for.

"Get out!" Xiao Jin Dong didn't even look at me as he gave the order coldly.

I looked down at myself. The black silk sling had just covered my butt, and my long legs didn't look as unattractive as pork. I tugged at the belt on my chest to make myself look even more enchanting. I placed my hand on the wall and pinched my throat. Just as I was about to speak, Xiao Jin Dong's gaze shot over.

Cold, loathsome, and without any desire, it landed straight on my face.

I trembled in fear. I wanted to turn around and flee, but the hatred in my heart forced me to smile stiffly.

"Am I not beautiful? Don't you want me? Xiao Jin Dong, I'm still hungry! "

As I spoke coquettishly, Xiao Jin Dong suddenly frowned, "Song Yi, you're not a prostitute!"

"I smiled and walked steadily forward in a graceful posture." "Yes or no, in your eyes, it doesn't matter. You sleep with me, you raise me. Don't you think it's the same for prostitutes?" I turned around and sat on Xiao Jin Dong's body. My hand slid across his robe, heading straight for the main point.

"If your hands didn't shake, if you didn't hide a pair of scissors in your skirt, if the perfume on your body wasn't my most hated brand, then Song Yi, I will admit that you are a prostitute, my, Xiao Jin Dong's, prostitute!" Xiao Jin laughed in the cold winter, I stood in place, his hand was still on his hot spot, self-acting so ironic, so ridiculous.

I calmly took out the scissors, as if I could still smell the fresh, bloody sweet smell in my memory. I held it in my hand and looked down at the man with a burning gaze. "Xiao Jin Dong, are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

"No!" Xiao Jin laughed, "If I die, I will be buried together with you!"

I couldn't hold back my laughter. Indeed, only Xiao Jin Dong understood me best in this world, including my hatred, hesitation, and reluctance.

You can choose, Song Yi, whether it's the past, the present, or the future.

Look, I can't! I threw up my hands to the air, as if Shen Jianning were there to watch, to see me fail, to see me again and again deceiving myself into depravity.

"This game is not fun at all! I'm leaving! " I climbed down from Xiao Jin Dong's body and pressed my hands in a place that shouldn't be pressed. Listening to Xiao Jin Dong's suppressed moans, I laughed heartily.

Xiao Jin Dong had never been a lustful person, unless he was provoked. I had always felt that a woman with her bare ass in front of him at all times was no match for one of the little tricks he held in his papers.

I thought, as I was being pushed through under him, that I might have been the vital number in his file, or why else would this man have put all his energy into me.

Posture? I forgot. I just felt pain, so much so that I even felt that the unshaven father with the wine bottle chasing after me wasn't that hateful. At least he just wanted my body, and he wouldn't think about my heart.

In comparison, Xiao Jin Dong was the most detestable.

"Yiyi, open your eyes!" Xiao Jin Dong's voice was so sexy that it could captivate a person's heart. I opened my eyes to look at his handsome face, eyebrows, and eyes that were deep and indescribable with emotion.

I hooked my legs around him, and once I said, "Xiao Jin Dong, I'm hungry! "I want you, feed me, feed me!"

Xiao Jindong went crazy in my words. I was exhausted and thought I would never have the courage to do that again. So it turned out that the hatred that was hidden in my heart would really arouse the wildest feelings in others. I viciously stuck the pair of scissors that was thrown on the bedside table into Xiao Jin Dong's back.

I used all my strength to look at his agonized frown, at his hand on my neck, and then I fell down powerlessly.

I put my arms around him, tight, tears streaming down my face, the sticky liquid burning in my hands.

"Xiao Jin Dong, look, you're dead. I'm still alive. This is the end of the story!" I laughed out loud at my understanding of Xiao Jin Dong. He laughed at Xiao Jin Dong's indulgence.

I was standing on the most bustling shopping street in the city when the passers-by saw a beautiful long-haired girl, dazed and at a loss for words. I waited for a whole 5 hours, I know, no matter where Xiao Jin Dong is, no matter how much billions he has on contract, 5 hours is enough for him to finish everything and rush over here. If he can't hurry over, I'll sleep with the boss of that bakery and use my scissors to kill him and burn myself.

Either you die, or I die.

"Xiao Jin Dong, you shouldn't have come!" I heard a voice inside me sigh softly, as if all the tears of my life had flowed out. I used all of my strength to help Xiao Jin Dong put on his clothes. Could it be that tomorrow's report said that the almighty Xiao Jin Dong died to a prostitute?

Haha, this is too ridiculous!

Blood stained the sheets red, blinding red. I threw the scissors in the trash can, as if I had done it many times, but it was the first time.

"It should be a kitchen knife, I remember!" It can't be wrong! " I mumbled, incredulous, and stumbled away.

At some point, it started to rain, washing the blood off of me. I walked barefoot, tired from running, and squatted by the roadside. My long hair covered my humiliated body. I trembled as I waited for someone to look for me.

"Xiao Jin Dong, I'm scared!" I held myself, desperate. Xiao Jin Dong won't come. No matter if it's five hours, ten hours, or his whole life, he won't come because he's dead. He's about to be buried, turned into bones, and will forever sleep at 108 Xinli Street.

I laughed and held up a hand to the rain, waiting, waiting for someone to give me ten dollars, whoever it was, I'd go with him, whether he was dead or alive.

For the first time, God didn't let my life turn into a circle. I wasn't picked up by others and just lay there unconscious in the grass, surrounded by the police and the crowd on the verge of death.

For a woman, her clothes can't cover her body, making her look miserable and miserable, anyone can imagine a perfect play, and the main character of this play, me, must be even more pitiful than the evil spirits on the 18th floor.

I sat in the police station with a cup of hot coffee in front of me. I don't drink coffee. It's bitter. But no one would change it for me. Someone came over and asked me about it. After a long time, I didn't say anything. I thought I didn't know where to start.

His head was drowsy and his memory was jumbled, unable to find a way out. I killed Xiao Jin Dong, Xiao Jin Dong killed me, and we were buried together at 108 Xinli Street, never to be separated again.

It seemed to be the last warmth of the day. I reached out my trembling hand to grab the paper cup, and with too much force, the coffee spilled all over the table. I was scalded for a moment before I realized that I was still alive and hadn't become eerie white.

I looked around, but there was no other familiar face.