dizziness

The two fell on the sofa kissing each other, their warmth caught Owen by surprise.

It wasn't until Ruan Miaomiao tore off Owen's collar and swallowed his neck in one gulp that everything that was a little bit crazy came to an abrupt end. Ruan Miaomiao suddenly raised her head to look at Owen, her eyes lost the initial enthusiasm and became clear and flustered. look at him.

Ruan Miaomiao suddenly stood up and watched Owen's pupils shrink violently, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

"No, no... no..." Ruan Miaomiao shook her head with a pale face, and sat up on Owen, "What am I doing... I can't..."

Owen looked at his slightly trembling body, and instantly became furious. He pulled Ruan Miaomiao's collar and shouted with bloodshot eyes: "Don't you know what you are doing?! I forced you last time, so what about this time?" ?! Did I force you?! You pounced on yourself, you want me too, don’t you?!”

"No, no! I didn't!" Ruan Miaomiao opened Owen's hand, lowered her head in pain and timidly, "You shouldn't have said those words to provoke me! I don't know what's wrong with me...I, I can't control it at all. Live by yourself..."

"Who the hell wants you to control it! If you can't control it, don't control it!"

"But I don't want to do this! It shouldn't be like this! Why... why did it become..."

Ruan Miaomiao looked at Owen with eyes full of anxiety. The man's eyes made him feel flustered. Ruan Miaomiao had no idea how he felt about him. While talking, both the body and the brain started to heat up again, and before he had time to think, his limbs took the lead unconsciously. When he came back to his senses, he couldn't believe that he was madly wanting to possess this man.

Unlike Owen, he has so many experiences and experiences. He doesn't even understand the basic restraint or rejection of such things. The most primitive impulse of a man.

He forgot his rationality, and even his feelings for Lin Zifeng, but afterwards he would bring endless self-blame and pain, making him not know what to do, and it was as frightening as falling into an endless abyss.

Ruan Miaomiao suddenly felt scared. He was afraid that he would be taken by Owen to an unknown and uncontrollable area, which would make him lose his way completely. Like a kite with a broken string, he would drift farther and farther away, and he would never find his original self again. I can't get back my feelings for Lin Zifeng.

"You shouldn't have said that..." Ruan Miaomiao frowned tightly, shook his head and rested his forehead, and sighed anxiously, "You clearly know that I have my father in my heart...why do you still do this...I really don't want to betray him... I don't want to..."

Owen took his hand away, moved his head forcefully, his pupils were burning with flames and sneered, "Betrayal? What kind of betrayal is this? Does he love you?! Will he fall in love with you?! Don't fucking dream! Are you betraying him or yourself!"

Listening to Owen's profane words, Ruan Miaomiao stared at him fiercely. Since he knew what love is, he has always been accompanied by this feeling for Lin Zifeng. Although it is very painful, he is used to this feeling , and even regarded it as a part of his life. Meeting Owen was just an accident for him, and the purpose was still for Lin Zifeng. Ruan Miaomiao really couldn't bear Owen's words, and couldn't help roaring at the moment: " It's none of your business! I do! I said I don't care!"

"Then I don't fucking care!" Owen pushed Ruan Miaomiao down on the sofa, seeing Ruan Miaomiao's originally hostile eyes turned into shock and panic, Owen almost forced the words through his teeth, "Whatever is fine , I don’t care whether you think about your father or someone else! I don’t care at all!”

Ruan Miaomiao was about to say something in a hurry, staring at Owen's earnest and excited face in horror, the words that had not yet been uttered had been completely drowned out by Owen's covered lips.

It's not that Owen has never longed for someone like this before, but this is the first time he longed to be hugged and possessed so much. Owen couldn't forget the strong but green kiss that Ruan Miaomiao gave him when he was most broken , It was not an ordinary kiss, but it gave him strength and hope, so that Owen could no longer treat Ruan Miaomiao as a child, so he wanted to know the answer so much.

Owen couldn't believe that he would degenerate to such a point. He lost his self-esteem and pride, and even pretended not to care about being a substitute. He didn't really care, but he was a little helpless.

Ruan Miaomiao struggled in Owen's restraint for a while, and finally gave up as if not moving, allowing Owen to gradually become long and soft, with a little pain in his eyes, and sighed deeply as if giving up.

"Why..." Ruan Miaomiao's tone was a bit sour, as if he was holding a slice of unripe lemon, which made people feel sad.

Owen knew what he was asking, but he didn't answer. He just took a deep look at him, and Ruan Miaomiao's eyes became blurred. Owen knew that this was a bit despicable, but at least it could make him not humble.

He didn't understand where Owen's words of "don't care" came from, and he didn't even know why he did this. The answer that he couldn't get seemed to be hidden deep, but it seemed to be within reach, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Ruan Miaomiao's breathing became flustered, obliterating his originally scattered rationality, and even his clear eyes suddenly became cloudy, as if he was trying his best to endure the last struggle.

The well-ordered palette in his mind was overturned in an instant, bizarre paints filled his entire vision, and the piece of white paper that belonged to Ruan Miaomiao was once again scribbled on by Owen with inexplicable symbols.

"Miaomiao...Miaomiao..."

Owen called softly, his eye sockets became moist, and even the corners of his mouth tasted a strange salty taste. He could only force himself to sink into this emptiness, and he couldn't even bear to look at Ruan Miaomiao's expression at the moment.

He knew that it must be very gentle, but it's a pity that the person who whispered faintly was not him, and the person thinking about it was not him...

Owen is still allergic to that word, but his symptoms have changed. The shame at the beginning has turned into soreness in his heart. The moment he said he didn't care, he had already thought of the result, so Owen didn't hurt, just a little sad.

It's ironic, isn't it... When did Owen become so embarrassed for a person, and even looked so pitiful.

This feeling is like he is grinding the rope that hangs himself.