Chapter Twelve

  The dark room. Zheng Jing walked in with ease.

  Standing in front of the desk at the door. A slender figure.

  Hats off.

  Take off the bandage on your hand.

  Belt.

  Camouflage jacket.

  Turtleneck sweater.

  Topless. Only one pair of military trousers without a belt.

  Lit a cigarette. Held it between his lips. Leaned against the table and began to untie his shoelaces.

  It's really tiring. But since I chose to give up being a doctor and join the army in the first place, I won't regret anything now.

  Suddenly I miss Old Qin's craftsmanship. Old Qin was the signboard of Anning Blind Massage Institute in Dongdaqiao, Beijing. Old Qin had a head full of white dandruff, one eye, great strength, and a pair of large meaty hands with a thumb as big as a buttock. Under his massive meaty hands, I melted quickly like clay, like crystal soft candy, like flowing steel water, rapidly shrinking back to an embryo state of 1.8 cm in length, curled up quietly, with ears as delicate and small as a lotus seed pod.

  Zheng Jing thought to himself. The cigarette dangling from his lips flickered on and off, casting a silhouette of his chiseled face. It was as if he were in a dream.

  Thumb and index finger pinched the cigarette. Middle finger skillfully flicked off the ash. Then sucked it back to the lips. Took off shoes. Started unbuttoning pants. Prepared to take a quick shower. There's still a gathering later.

  However

  As he rushed to the bathroom, Zheng Jing caught a whiff of an unusual fragrance wafting out from inside.

  Zheng Jing furrowed his brow. What thing.

  His pants had fallen down. Wearing only his underwear and still holding a cigarette, Zheng Jing stood at the door, looking inside in confusion... Coughing. A woman sat on his old toilet, hugging her belly and moaning softly.

  The man flipped a switch and turned on the light in the bathroom. The woman's face jerked to one side as if startled.

  "Hmm..."

  This is Zheng Jing's second time experiencing such a shocking thunderbolt.

  Mysterious pangolin.

  Always suddenly pops out dripping wet...

  How did she manage to be so elusive?

  Even if it was in the past, Zheng Jing would never have run over to her like this, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

  Zheng Shaohui was suspicious. He was on guard. Even more so, he would cunningly calculate first. This woman wasn't a goddess after all. Yet she could still appear in his room with such precision every time she entered the military restricted area. There must be some trickery involved.

  But

  This is awesome.

  That was what had been worrying him all along.

  Again, on a night without any warning, she called herself "desperate to live and die". After the event, there was no trace or shadow. She even made herself think it was an illusion... That cruel, cruel fate... Fate that's taking her life away...

  Zheng Jing took a step forward and squatted down in front of her. This proximity was even more unbearable. That fragrance... Zheng Jing's scalp tingled as he smelled it.

  All of you are players' children. All of you have played with all the rare and strange beasts in the world. What's going on? Just a sniff. Don't you have any idea in your heart?

  She was drugged.

  Look at her like this, it really hurts Xiaoliu's heart.

  She's in agony. The medicinal properties are tormenting her, making her feel like she's dying. It's as if living is worse than death. Her toes are curled up. Her thighs are tightly clenched together. In the middle, however, one hand is inserted between her legs. You know what she's doing.

  It's just knowing what she's doing. Directly stimulated Xiao Liu's heart. Her fingers were digging in. Or... had already been inserted.

  It hurts. It's completely painful. Really painfully painful. Hurts like blood is rushing. She's so... seductive...

  A spring in one's eyes.

  Coquettish whispers in her mouth.

  Breast heaves up and down.

  She saw you. It was the familiar you. In that instant... Amidst the shyness and ugliness, there was a strong dependence. Within that dependence, there was a bewildered plea... A plea for what? Zheng Jing knew. He knew. Because he knew, Dan Dan's face flushed even more.

  "Ah... Ah..." Zheng Shao knew that asking anything was pointless. She now knew what to say. All she could do was kneel in front of him and hug him tightly. "Ah..." indeed, words were not necessary. She just gently gasped for breath. Her red face leaned against his shoulder. Zheng Jing turned his head and lightly kissed her forehead...

  Snuggle up close. This one is closer. This one is even closer to his body temperature. The more I want to snuggle, the tighter I want to hold him.

  She didn't care about her own difficulties. Her hands reached up and tightly wrapped around his neck. She seemed to be on the verge of tears.

  Zheng Jing picked her up in one go. Even as he was constantly smelling that strange fragrance and becoming more and more infatuated, Xiao Liu was also trying his best to stay sober.

  In such a situation, I couldn't bear it anymore.

  Yes. Can give her; yes. Can once again enter that land of desire and death with her flying in the sky.

  However.

  Are you willing?

  She is afraid of pain.

  This time is not better than last time.

  He was wide awake. Again, he was so stimulated... He would hurt himself. He had indulged his uncontrollable desires and hurt himself... Xiaoliu bit her lip fiercely. She would rather hurt herself.

  This bite of his own lip. Is really biting. Biting through. Tasted the fishy smell.

  Not enough. This little pain can't be controlled. Trained. Just didn't expect. The first "self-destructive" wakefulness was actually facing a demon... A monster.

  Although shouting for the fairy, but for the fairy, one must be a real man.

  Xiao Liu took advantage of the blood in his mouth. Without hesitation, he hugged the demon and quickly entered the room. He picked up the sharp knife on the table with one hand. Sat down on the edge of the bed.

  The fairy clung tightly to herself, never leaving for a moment. Slightly trembling. Sobbing sounds filled her ears.

  "It's tough there, isn't it."

  She nodded vigorously. Her emotions were sincere and urgent. "Touch, touch..." Her naked little butt was right on his lower abdomen.

  This action is quite reckless. But she was really sad. And it seemed so surprisingly sincere.

  Zheng Jing gritted his teeth and let out a muffled hum.

  Her smooth face rubbed against his face, all sweaty. His sweat.

  I don't know.

  A sharp knife was inserted into his left thigh from the outside.

  Zheng Jing is a medical graduate. He knows where to insert it with the least harm. And that pain... is enough to keep him sane.

  You're so satisfied. Yet, it's the passionate blood of your little six-year-old son that has been feeding you all along.

  Xiao Liu is really their dad.