The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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after all,

This is too unlike his quiet and restrained character.

But Tuanzi is not there,

She can't ask about the situation,

Now she can't go anymore...

Fu Sheng sighed silently,

She grabbed the man's wrist and looked at his wound,

small,

The blood has begun to coagulate.

The suppressed girl hesitated for a while,

Torn back and forth between forcing him to stop and letting nature take its course.

She looked at the man's red eyes,

Be quiet for a while,

Finally he sighed,

I have a decision in my heart.

Since I choose to let nature take its course...

Fu Sheng narrowed his eyes, humming,

Then she,

Be on top!

When the girl turned over, she pressed the man down,

Then kissed.

...

soon,

The gauze curtain on the bed was lowered,

A series of ambiguous sounds slowly came from inside.

The green smoke from the incense burner rises slowly,

Exudes its bewitching aroma.

...

...

outside,

The sun gradually went down, and it was dusk.

The sunset glow fades, ushering in the night.

The ambiguous voice in the room continued, tirelessly.

I do not know how long it has been,

The sky is slightly pale,

The rising sun in the morning exposed a corner far away, casting a warm radiance on the earth.

The sound in the room finally stopped.

In the light red gauze tent,

Two vague figures embrace each other tightly,

Sleep relatively.

The incense burner placed beside the candlestick has long since cooled down,

The faint fragrance disappeared, leaving only a few wisps of ambiguous green smoke.

on the bed,

The girl fell asleep tiredly,

Only the man who is still very energetic is left,

holding her tightly,

kiss everywhere.

...

...

When I kissed the girl's left hand,

The scab mark on the back of the girl's hand that has not completely disappeared,

Appeared incomparably abruptly.

Mu Ci was taken aback,

Pupils shrink,

It seems to remember something.

He shook his hands, examining the scar bit by bit,

The girl's hands are delicate and soft, like a piece of tofu, very beautiful,

It's just that the knife wound on the top has severely damaged the overall beauty, making it look particularly abrupt.

Mu Ci pursed her lips, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

He looked at the girl's deep sleeping face,

He leaned over and kissed carefully,

another kiss,

Like a puppy who has done something wrong,

Praying for the mercy of the master.

"Yes...I'm sorry..." The man's low voice whispered in the girl's ear,

He gently touched the girl's wound,

Feeling tempted and apologetic.

Once the words are finished,

The man fell silent, his beautiful eyes full of self-blame.

a long time,

I don't know what came to mind,

he sat up,

He leaned out from the curtain to pick up the dagger on the ground.

The blade was sharp, and a cold light shone in the dim room.

He held it in his hand,

Lifting the hand that was injured the same as Fusheng's,

Slowly cut down.

The dagger is sharp, cutting iron like mud,

Even if it is lightly placed on the back of the hand, a red mark can be pressed out.

And the man seemed not to feel the pain,

swipe hard,

soon,

A faint smell of blood slowly filled the air.

The dark red blood flowed out from under the skin and fell to the ground drop by drop along the wrist bone,

The red carpet quickly absorbed the blood, and then revealed a thicker crimson.

Mu Ci lowered her eyes and watched quietly,

Another cut,

Show no mercy to your own hands.

soon,

The back of the white and beautiful hand is full of knife marks,

One after another,

It's like being severely abused.

His eyes are dark, like a dark night without light, without any emotion,