Chapter 38

Actually, I kept thinking about it today... Xiaoyan said softly: Either you are just a stinky hooligan, or... we have lived like that, otherwise you don't seem to care about being naked in front of me.

Then which answer do you think is?Nam Sung-jae's tone seemed very tired. He had been drunk and now he was quiet, and he felt like he would fall asleep at any time.

I don’t know... Last night, when I first saw you, I was not afraid at all. I just thought, we might have done it before, otherwise how could I not be afraid of your thing?

My God!Lee Heyan!You are a young woman who has been married for three years, okay?You and your husband have had three years of regular sex life, and you are very familiar with the man's thing, okay?

But she seems to have no memory of the past three years, and now I can only lie in the cellar like a dead dog. How should I make you, a confused woman, wake up?

Haven't you lived with that Jin for a year?Of course I won't be afraid of men.Nam Sung-jae also found a reason.

Xiaoyan didn't look back, smiled and whispered: Yours are much bigger than hiss, can they be the same?

I was stunned. Yes, I was taller than him, but in terms of the size of that thing, I felt really a little ashamed of myself.

The first time Xiaoyan should have given it to that counselor who is inferior to beasts.

Did you give it to him the first time?Nam Sung-jae spoke very slowly, but what surprised me was that it was not the first time he had paid attention to the same problem as me.

Well... Xiaoyan nodded.

Does it hurt?Nam Sung-jae asked.

Nonsense... It hurts a lot of blood...

I really hope that the man who got you for the first time was me... Nam Sung-jae seemed to be looking forward to something.

Isn't that the first time with you?Xiaoyan asked.

Of course, so do I. We didn’t understand anything at that time, and she cried very hard.

What happened later?Haven't you ever been twice?Xiaoyan asked.

The second time was not good either. She was very surprised. The first time shed a lot of blood. I heard that the woman was fine the second time, but she still had blood for the second time, and she still cried until the end.

She cried and you still want to continue?

Xiaoyan turned around and looked at Nam Sung-jae, Nan Sung-jae smiled awkwardly and said: How can I understand?Anyway, I just wanted to fuck me hard and fuck me hard, so she kept crying, and then I found out that I was covered in blood in my quilt.

Alas... Xiaoyan sighed and said helplessly: No wonder you two have only twice. You are so ignorant of others. People will definitely not let you do it again.

Nam Sung-jae smiled, and I couldn't see his expression in the frame in the dark, but I heard his breath, with a heavy feeling after being drunk, and I felt that he might fall asleep at any time.

We North Korean men don’t need to consider how you women feel!You women just need to lie down and let us men fuck!

Nam Sung-jae suddenly said something that could make people see through his identity.

Lee Heyan!What he said was so obvious, can't you still hear that he is not Chinese at all?

nonsense!Xiaoyan immediately began to refute him: We Koreans have respected women since ancient times, okay?Where did you get these fallacies?

Nam Sung-jae laughed haha.

Ignore you and go to bed!Dead Macho!Xiaoyan turned her head back with a little angry, facing Nan Chengzai.

I heard Xiaoyan's words, and she thought Nam Sung-jae was talking about the Koreans.

I thought Nam Sung-jae would coax Xiaoyeon, but I didn't expect that in less than a few minutes, the guy started to snore.

Dead smelly pig!... Xiaoyan also noticed the snoring over there, kicked the quilt hard, and muttered.

The room became quiet and only Nam Sung-jae's snoring and Xiao-yeon gasped.

I confirmed that both of them were quiet and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, the topics that the two of them were already very private, and I was really worried that what would happen if they talked about was so popular. It seemed that my worry was a bit unnecessary.

It was another sleepless night. The pain on my face was much lighter than yesterday. I felt that the swelling subsided. The face on my left side was so swollen that it was hard to see things. Now my left eye can be opened. Although it was pitch black in front of me, I could vaguely see some faint light in the room in the gap in the wooden board above my head. I could hear that the rain outside had stopped. However, it sounded like a whistling wind was howling outside the window, which felt very bad.

In addition to the pain being a little lighter, my dizziness has improved a lot. I slept all day during the day today, and I felt a little low fever, but now I feel sore all over, and it seems that I really have the desire to survive.

Yesterday I really felt that I might be dying.

In the gap in the wooden board, I tried hard to identify Xiaoyan curled up in the quilt in the reflection of the glass on the frame.

The light was very dark, so I could only vaguely identify her outline. She should be about to fall asleep. I could tell that she had already made her sleeping posture and put her hands on her side face.

I often laugh at her in the morning because her sleeping position will cause the blood in her arms under her to be unfluxed and numb, so she herself is very troubled with this habit.

Because I was in the cellar, I could hear the crackling sound of ice cubes coming from the earth walls around me.

I opened my eyes and couldn't sleep at all.

The pain in the wound is one aspect. I was thinking about how to get out of it and it made me feel sleepless. I just stared at it. I don’t know how long it took, or I was clueless, and I couldn’t think of any countermeasures.

The two on the kang were sleeping soundly, and Xiaoyan's breathing also told me that she was also asleep.

I don't feel sleeping at all.

He just stared at the ceiling in the wooden board crack and the two blurred figures on the kang in the glass frame.

I was so confused, especially today when I heard two people kissing passionately by the bucket. Although I didn’t see it with my own eyes, it was really not an illusion. When I came in and saw Xiaoyan’s condition, it also means that all this happened.

what do I do?Nam Sung-jae didn't throw me out, but instead brought me into the room, what exactly did he want to do?I really don't dare to think about what I should do if something really happened to the two of them.

I was tired and stared blankly on my head. In this dark cellar, it seemed that time had completely disappeared, only endless despair and darkness.

It was a little strange. I fell asleep and woke up suddenly. The temperature of the air around me was much lower than before, and I seemed to start trembling.

The two on the kang still maintained their respective postures and distances, and it seemed that there was no change.

I still don’t feel sleepy, but I just fooled my head and actually fell asleep again.

This time I was awakened by the sound of footsteps on the ground.

A heavy footstep was above my head. I woke up and opened my eyes and looked like two thick legs with thick hair, pulling my shoes, walked out of the house.

I opened my eyes and looked at the glass frame. Only Xiaoyan was left on the kang, and Nam Sung-jae was gone.

I heard a strong and powerful sound of running water in the yard.

Then, while fighting a cold war, he quickly ran back to the room.

He turned around and closed the door, but did not return to the kang immediately, but walked to the side where Xiaoyan was sleeping, stood on the ground, and looked down at Xiaoyan's face in the faint light for a long time.

My angle was to face up, his back was facing me, and I was at his feet, and he could see that he had put the army green boxer under his waist.

He just looked at Xiaoyan without any further movement. After watching for a while, he sighed carefully, shook his head, and turned around to walk to the side where he was sleeping.

When he turned around, I was at his feet again. I suddenly found that looking up along his boxer underwear legs, I could see a big guy standing upright between his thick black hairs, pushing his underwear up a large pyramid-shaped tent.