Chapter 122

Shaby hesitated, she didn't know if she should come in at this time.

Her feet were on the ground, not knowing where to move.

Should you put your feet in your shoes again, leave here, or go barefoot to find out what's going on?

She stood there blankly for half a minute, her ears filled with the vague and vague sound of sex.

She wanted to drive herself away, but she felt that her legs were as heavy as standing on a white dwarf, and there was no possibility of her moving.

The continuous and false moans of the woman continued to hit her empty heart, and in this leaking sound, she heard a threat that shocked her, ashamed her, and destroyed her.

Because the sound is very familiar, so familiar that she understands almost the ups and downs and directions of each audio, so familiar that she knows the mood after each wave, and even she can clearly explain the false motivation behind the sound of moaning with a tunic.

She couldn't help but track the voice because she felt that it was not something that had nothing to do with her, so she had no reason to give up on understanding the cart and the end of the matter.

After making up her mind, she felt her heart beating out, making a huge shaking sound in her ears. She felt that she might suddenly be knocked to the ground by the slap sound at any time.

She was barefoot, with only a thin layer of white transparent stockings, touching the flat ground, a hint of coolness swam like a snake from the bottom of her feet, slowly climbing towards her upper body along her skin. She felt that her skin was highly sensitive, wrapped in a terrifying swimming itch, and would suddenly crack out at any time.

She restrained the unbearable spicy feeling in her body and moved forward dyingly.

Because she took off her shoes, she felt that she had become ordinary and short. She felt so quick that she could not hear any sound. Only from the marble floor tiles, the dull collision of her feet and the floor in her imagination came from the dull sound of her imaginary pounding.

The thumping sound in her mind and the thumping sound at the bottom of her feet penetrated into her auditory nerves. She felt that the whole world was blocked and filled with a thumping sound like a bird's wings. The hypocritical voice of a woman coming from the room was rejected to an extremely far distance. Therefore, at this time, she gained a pleasure of breathing and numbness.

She mustered up the courage to approach Xiao Mu's door.

What shocked and embarrassed her was not the latest A-movie she performed with Yu Jian a while ago, but a scene she saw in Xiao Mu's computer, which she was unable to bear.

She was prepared for her A-film, because she had been numb enough, she never put her in her head, so she could get in touch with them calmly.

But Xiao Mu's behavior behind her was something she could not face and she dared not imagine.

Even she didn't regard Xiao Mu as a man, she seemed to treat him more as a little brother, a big boy, and later he developed into a utopia of her spirit.

Because she wanted to maintain this utopia's position in her heart, she rejected Xiao Mu's ambiguous passion for her.

She could feel the boy's affection and hunger for her, but she knew that once she crossed the last line of defense, she became nothing, and she was afraid to let herself repeat the lifting of the veil she had already guessed in front of Xiao Mu.

In the last relationship with Xiao Mu, she had at least one expectation and a fantasy. She was afraid of warming up the relationship between the two and losing Xiao Mu. She seemed to be more willing to use this current lukewarm relationship to connect them. At least, they could respect each other as guests without breaking the final distance and balance.

She wasn't even willing to imagine their future possibilities, but this feeling of being together gave her a vague expectation.

She knew that the strong pleasure of lust would drown out any small ripples of emotions that could be chewed, savored, and pondered with a destructive power. From then on, on the battlefield where lust had ravaged, there was no more expectation, no more warmth, and no more dark joy that arises like a submerged in her heart.

Lust is like an old man who has been through the battlefield for a long time. In front of it, the tricks of emotions are like the kind of girl who shows off herself in front of adults, which looks quite childish and ridiculous.

Lust is the end of emotion.

Perhaps Shabi clearly understood the nature of this lust, and she cruelly rejected Xiao Mu's man's crazy and fiery enthusiasm. Although she knew that this refusal cooled down their relationship to the point of almost a stranger, she knew that it was the only way to keep herself, to protect herself, and even hold on to the last dream that she could deceive.

However, at this moment, her delusion was shattered by the scene in front of her.

Men may always be a lustful animal. All men are like this. What they need is the body, whether they are in reality or Shabby's dreams, they are the same.

As Shabby stared blankly at everything in the room, Xiao Mu turned his head, his expression was muddy, because his lower body was naked, his masturbating hands had not yet been taken away from his independent sky part.

Shaby turned her head suddenly, her heart was beating violently, and a fire-like red light burned on her face. She had nowhere to escape, stepped on the floor, ran into the bathroom, and then slammed the door tightly and collapsed beside the bath.