Muji-kun presses Hua Gongzhen angrily

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When woken up by the cold wind, it took Huagong a long time to realize that she was lying naked on the bed alone.

It seemed to be due to the imminent rain, although it was already noon, the intensity of the light seemed to be approaching dusk, the air was damp and cold, hitting his dirty body, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.The room was also in chaos, the sheets were wrinkled and lost shape, clothes were scattered on the floor, and there were pieces of handicrafts that were smashed again last night.

After gritting her teeth and supporting her lower back to sit up, Huagong raked her short hair with her hands.This way of getting up was really bad, but it didn't bring him too many surprises. Speaking of which, this kind of fate was entirely his own fault.

Everything that happened last night was so sudden that people were caught off guard.If he still had [-]% of his previous IQ, he shouldn't have opened the door for Muji from the very beginning, and even if he opened the door, he shouldn't just kick him "painlessly" and let him go. After leaving, you shouldn't be so easily moved by the other party's stupid look of wanting to cry or not, and desperately cater to the other party's needs like an idiot.

Yeah, what's the point of saying "if" and "even if" now?All this has happened.Even though he had expected that after waking up, Muji would turn back to the person who avoided him before, he still allowed it to happen.

So now he is just like an abandoned woman, with the semen left by the other party in his buttocks, sitting in an empty room in a daze with a ridiculous appearance.

And no matter how long he waited, the person who would gently stroke his hair and make love to him would never come back.

What's even more ridiculous is that at this point in time, he should be depressed by the departure of the man who deceived him, used him, and made him feel deeply defeated for the first time in his life-if this kind of breathing is not smooth, and he wants to put the things in front of him. If the feeling of everything being torn apart can be called depression...

It seems that he and Muji have been secretly competing since the first meeting, insisting on fighting to the death, in the arena, in sexual matters, and emotionally, it has always been like this.It can be said that it is a fatal torture for a person who is arrogant to the extreme to bow his head and admit his failure, and now Huagong has deeply experienced the hardship of this feeling.

Even if Huagong wants to refuse to admit it, after last night, the outcome of this two-year game has been decided, and no one can lose more ugly than him-he seems to have lost all of an important capital up.

Recalling the details of the two people's tryst, he suddenly felt very stunned - since when did he soften his heart like an old woman? ?As long as he is not forced to a corner, Muji has always been soft-hearted. Before, Huagong could always see this in him coldly, and then waited for the opportunity to use it or attack him. But now he himself has been infected with the same weakness? ?Since when did he become so unrecognizable to himself?

So, what did the existence of Muji subtly bring to him? ! !It's like being infected with a terminal illness unknowingly, except watching your condition worsen step by step, but no matter what you do, you can't save it...

The most frightening thing is that the pain of the fiasco has not faded away, and a feeling similar to loneliness prevailed overwhelmingly.

Maybe it's because the sky is too dark, or maybe it's because everything around me is too cold, for the first time in her life, Hua Gong felt the urge not to be alone in the room, and for the first time in her life, she felt that she needed the company of others up.

It's not quite accurate to say others.Specifically, it just needs the company of "that person".

How did that happen? ?This is too scary, right? !

Obviously, this fresh feeling did not arouse Huagong's interest in self-exploration as before. On the contrary, this strange emotion made him very restless, and he picked up the phone several times but threw it aside again.

He must be crazy to want to call Mooji! !

When he got out of bed, he stepped on the fragments of the figure because his back was sore and he couldn't control his body. The pain caused Huamiya to dance on the spot for a long time, and tears came out.

go to hell! !Wood, lucky, iron, flat!

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When the doorbell rang that night, Muji breathed a sigh of relief.

The rain that had been suffocating for a whole day finally fell, and it beat on the window desperately with the gust of wind.Originally, he didn't expect to meet Hinata in such weather, but Hinata said that he would be at his house in the evening, so he might as well escape the rain before leaving.

"Is there a problem?"

After listening to his request to meet, Hinata once asked on the phone.

"Hmm...it's a gift." Muji was surprised by his extraordinary calmness when he lied, "I'm the only one who forgot to bring a gift on your birthday, so I'm so sorry."

"Huh? It's okay..." Muji knew without looking, Hinata on the other end of the phone must be scratching the back of his head uneasily, "I've already received my wish. And I've been bothering you to help me with my homework before, so I don't know How can I thank you..."

"But the gift is ready." Muji began to use rogue tactics, "so please, a few minutes, I'll go find you, just one meeting is enough."

Hinata hesitated: "But it looks like it's going to rain... how about tomorrow?"

"No, the gift will die." I don't know why I just said that...

As expected, Hinata was taken aback, and kept asking "What exactly are you preparing?", but Muji naturally refused to disclose, so Hinata finally made a concession, and agreed to meet at Muji's house at night.

After hanging up the phone, Muji kept looking out of the window in a daze, killing time and waiting for the night to fall.

Saying you're not nervous would be a lie.But that kind of nervousness seems to be no longer the anxiety of waiting for the person he likes to arrive, but rather the impatient feeling of a person who has walked in the desert for too long and hears the call of death.

The doorbell was still ringing.Muji looked away from the rain-soaked window, got up and walked towards the entrance.

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The author has something to say:

Longest break ever. . 0_0

I just hope to stabilize as soon as possible and finish this article properly.

Everyone, I'm really sorry.