The fiery big palm extended all the way down, caressing the flat belly and covering it there. The slightly rough friction made Mu Ning shiver.
She squeezed her legs uncomfortably, her face flushed with embarrassment, "Well, what else would you call me?"
"My family calls me uncle, and my peers call me brother. What do you call me in bed?"
"Scream, scream..." Mu Ning blushed and thought for a while, then grabbed the corner of the quilt and shouted softly, "Dad?"
"..."
The man's handsome face froze for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled, "What did you call me?"
"No, it's nothing..." Mu Ning looked into his increasingly burning black eyes, feeling a little panicked.
The blood in Gu Zhiyin's body was restless. He turned over and pressed her down, grinding his teeth in her ear hoarsely, "You little thing!"
…
Later, Mu Ning was forced to call "Dad" countless times amid ups and downs.
She fell asleep due to fatigue and woke up due to collision.
Every time she opened her eyes, there was the excited figure of the man lying on her body, like a hungry beast finally tasting the sweetness, tirelessly again and again.
When she was awake, the man pressed her on the sofa, carried her to the desk in the study room, and pressed her against the bathroom wall.
No matter how much Mu Ning cried or begged, he was unwilling to stop and could not stop.
The man coaxed with a good temper, "Ningning, be good, I don't want more, just one more day... just one more day."
"No, Gu Zhiyin, I can't bear it anymore, my waist is about to break!"
"Ning Ning, don't move. I'll rub it for Ning Ning."
"Whoever wants you to rub me, get out of here!"
"Can Ning Ning bear to see me suffocate to death?"
"..."
Mu Ning didn't know why this man was so energetic. She was almost exhausted, aching and tired, but he seemed like nothing was enough.
Just one day at a time.
A full day and night.
This man explored her endlessly, and she squeezed every drop of him dry.
In the end, Mu Ning didn't know when the man stopped and fell asleep long ago.
…
The next day.
The sky just turned bright.
Mu Ning woke up with a tired look on his face.
A ray of light filtered through the untied curtains, and the dim room was in a mess. Chairs were overturned, clothes were on the floor, shoes were scattered... food, water, props...
There were traces of love everywhere, and the sheets were rumpled.
The man next to her was naked, no part of her body was naked, their skins were touching each other, and Mu Ning's body was covered with his scent.
The man was sleeping deeply, but even when he was asleep, there was no consciousness underneath him that was rising hard against her waist.
Mu Ning blushed for a while, stepped back a little, looked at Gu Zhiyin's peaceful sleeping face, and reached out to touch his hair. It was soft and delicate, just like his own.
No, it should be said that he gave her all his tenderness and kindness.
Uncle Gu...
Mu Ning hugged his waist tightly, burying her face in his bare chest, wanting a little more warmth.
She was greedy for this embrace and couldn't bear to let go.
After a while, she raised her head from his arms.
I saw the time on the bedside table, half past five.
It's only half past five. Why does time fly by so fast?
She suppressed the astringency in her eyes and shrank into the man's arms.
The man didn't wake up. She pursed her lips, scratched her fingers on his chest, and said angrily: "Uncle Gu, you don't blame me for secretly feeding you two sleeping pills, do you?"
"I don't want you to wake up because I'm afraid of seeing you say goodbye."
"Sorry, Uncle Gu, I have to leave."
"Before I left, I did something very crazy, but I don't regret it."
"Now you are mine. When I am not at home, you have to be good. You are not allowed to let other women take advantage of you, and you are not allowed to have physical contact. Do you hear me?"
No one responded to her.
She sighed, raised her head, and kissed the man's forehead, bridge of nose, cheeks, lips...
Kissed him everywhere, then got out of his arms and got out of bed to get dressed.
The room was extremely quiet, except for the rustling of fabric.
Mu Ning left the room quietly, and when she walked to the door, she looked back at him reluctantly.
I hope I don’t get angry when I wake up.
This time, she was really leaving.
Goodbye, Uncle Gu.
…
The moment the door was closed, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
The dark eyes had long lost their warmth, leaving them cold.
Turning his head, staring in the direction Mu Ning left, his eyes gradually darkened, and his big pale hands clenched the sheets tightly.
Disappointment and anger suddenly rolled up, and the bed, which was warm just now, suddenly exuded a strong coldness.
He took a deep breath, sat up, rummaged through the drawer to find the cigarette case, quickly put it in his mouth, lit it and took a deep puff before suppressing the emotion that was almost tearing in his chest.
After smoking half a cigarette, his mouth felt bitter and he felt like vomiting, so he pushed it into the ashtray.
The man lowered his eyes, his lips were bloodless, and he sat blankly on the bed, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if he couldn't figure it out.
He didn't know how surprised he was when he saw her taking the initiative to send him to his bed. He had never been so happy in these years.
After he took off her clothes, he would definitely be responsible for her, and even thought about what kind of identity he would give her to pamper her openly.
The joy and tacit understanding between the bed made him almost fall into this gentle land and unable to wake up.
He thought everything was logical.
As a result, he saw her secretly adding sleeping pills to his water. At that moment, he felt so cold in his heart.
Gu Zhiyin lay on the head of the bed, put his arms across his eyes, and laughed to himself, a faint wetness dripping from his eyes.
Mu Ning, why...
Why do you come when you want and leave when you want.
Why can she mess him up, but she can run away after sleeping and leave without saying goodbye.
He closed his eyes and suppressed the emotions in his eyes.
I got out of bed with a chill all over my body, casually put on a bathrobe, stood in front of the window, and watched the petite figure get into the car, and as the car gradually disappeared from the field of vision.
The man's eyes were dark, his pale fingers clenched tightly on the railing, and a dangerous and sinister coldness emanated from the corners of his eyes.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was a knock on the door.
When Zhang Ma opened the door and came in, in the dark room, between the bright and dim firelight, Zhang Ma saw a man smoking alone on the sofa, his thin and depressed figure, lonely and lonely.
"Mr. Gu." Zhang Ma thought for a while and then said, "Miss, I asked you not to wake you up when she left, but I think I should tell you."
He made a muffled "hmm" sound.
"The lady is gone. Do you really plan to let her leave like this? She hasn't experienced anything. The society outside is so complicated, I can't bear to let her go."
After all, it was Zhang's mother who watched him grow up. She lowered her head and wiped her tears before she finished speaking.
She wanted Gu Zhiyin to keep Mu Ning, and only Mr. Gu could keep her.
Gu Zhiyin didn't speak. There was a long silence. After finishing one cigarette, he reached out and lit another one.
The fire flickered and went out, and the room returned to darkness.
"Mr. Gu..." Zhang Ma couldn't help but speak.
Gu Zhiyin's whole figure seemed to be plunged into darkness. After a while, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse, "I'm tired, I need to rest."
