C11

11 - Either you die or I die

Xiao Jindong is very busy, he has been busy since he was an 18 year old adult, day and night. I am very curious about the documents in his hands that he has yet to finish.

"Get out!" Xiao Jindong didn't even look at me, and immediately ordered coldly.

I looked down at myself. The black silk sling had just covered my butt, and my long legs didn't look as unattractive as pork. I tugged at the belt on my chest to make myself look even more enchanting. I placed my hand on the wall and was just about to pinch my throat to speak, when Xiao Jindong's gaze landed on me.

Cold, loathsome, and without any desire, it landed straight on my face.

I trembled in fear. I wanted to turn around and flee, but the hatred in my heart forced me to smile stiffly.

"Am I not beautiful? Don't you want me? Xiao Jindong, I'm still hungry! "

suddenly frowned: "Song Yi, you aren't a prostitute!"

"I smiled and walked steadily forward in a graceful posture." "Yes or no, in your eyes, it doesn't matter. You sleep with me, you raise me. Don't you think it's the same for prostitutes?" I turned and sat on Xiao Jindong's body, my hand sliding across his pajamas, heading straight to the point.

"If your hands did not shake, if you did not hide a pair of scissors in your skirt, if the perfume on your body was not my most loathed brand, Song Yi, I will admit that you are a prostitute, my, Xiao Jindong's, prostitute!" Xiao Jindong laughed coldly, and as I stood in place, my hand was still on top of his hot spot.

I calmly took out the scissors, as if I could still smell the fresh, bloody sweet smell in my memory. I held it in my hands and looked at the man underneath me with burning eyes. "Xiao Jindong, are you not afraid that I will really kill you?"

"No!" Xiao Jindong laughed, "If I die, I will definitely be buried together with you!"

I couldn't hold back my laughter. Indeed, Xiao Jindong was the only one who understood me the best in this world, including my hatred, hesitation, and reluctance.

Shen Jianing said, Song Yi, you can choose, be it the past, the present, or the future.

Look, I can't! I spread my hands towards the air, as if Shen Jianing was just there to watch, to see me fail, to see me fall down while deceiving myself time and time again.

"This game is not fun at all! I'm leaving! " I climbed down from Xiao Jindong's body with both hands and feet, and then used my hands to press at a place that I shouldn't have done.

Xiao Jindong had never been one to indulge one's desires, unless one was provoked. I had always felt that a woman with her bare ass in front of him at all times was no match for one of the little tricks he held in his papers.

I thought, as I was being pushed through under him, that I might have been the vital number in his file, or why else would this man have put all his energy into me.

Posture? I forgot. I just felt pain, so much so that I even felt that the unshaven father with the wine bottle chasing after me wasn't that hateful. At least he just wanted my body, and he wouldn't think about my heart.

In comparison, Xiao Jindong was the most detestable.

"Yiyi, open your eyes!" Xiao Jindong's voice was so sexy that it could captivate a person's heart. I opened my eyes and looked at his handsome face, eyebrows, and eyes that were deep and unspeakable.

I hooked my legs around him, and once I said, "Xiao Jindong, I'm hungry! "I want you, feed me, feed me!"

Xiao Jindong went crazy from my words. I was exhausted, thinking that I would never have the courage to do so again. So it turns out that the hatred that is hidden in my heart will really arouse the wildest feelings in others. I stuck the pair of scissors that was thrown onto the bedside table firmly into Xiao Jindong's back.

I used all my strength to look at his agonized frown, at his hand on my neck, and then I fell down powerlessly.

I put my arms around him, tight, tears streaming down my face, the sticky liquid burning in my hands.

"Xiao Jindong, look, you are dead now. I am still alive. I laughed out loud, laughing at my understanding of Xiao Jindong. Laughing at how Xiao Jindong tolerated him.

I was standing on the most bustling shopping street in the city when the passers-by saw a beautiful long-haired girl, dazed and at a loss for words. I waited for an entire five hours, and I knew that no matter where Xiao Jindong was, no matter how many billion he had, five hours would be enough for him to rush over here after finishing all the work. If he couldn't make it, then I would sleep together with the boss of that bakery, kill him with my scissors, and burn myself down.

Either you die, or I die.

"Xiao Jindong, you shouldn't have come!" I heard a voice inside me sigh softly, as if all the tears of my life had flowed out. I used all of my strength to help Xiao Jindong get dressed. Could it be that tomorrow's report said that the almighty Xiao Jindong died under the hands of a prostitute?

Haha, this is too ridiculous!

Blood stained the sheets red, blinding red. I threw the scissors in the trash can, as if I had done it many times, but it was the first time.

"It should be a kitchen knife, I remember!" It can't be wrong! " I mumbled, incredulous, and stumbled away.

At some point, it started to rain, washing the blood off of me. I walked barefoot, tired from running, and squatted by the roadside. My long hair covered my humiliated body. I trembled as I waited for someone to look for me.

"Xiao Jindong, I'm scared!" I held myself, desperate. Xiao Jindong won't come, no matter if it's for five hours, ten hours, or his entire life, he won't come, because he's dead, about to be buried, turned into bones, and will forever sleep at 108 Xinli Street.

I laughed and held up a hand to the rain, waiting, waiting for someone to give me ten dollars, whoever it was, I'd go with him, whether he was dead or alive.

For the first time, God didn't let my life turn into a circle. I wasn't picked up by others and just lay there unconscious in the grass, surrounded by the police and the crowd on the verge of death.

For a woman, her clothes can't cover her body, making her look miserable and miserable, anyone can imagine a perfect play, and the main character of this play, me, must be even more pitiful than the evil spirits on the 18th floor.

I sat in the police station with a cup of hot coffee in front of me. I don't drink coffee. It's bitter. But no one would change it for me. Someone came over and asked me about it. After a long time, I didn't say anything. I thought I didn't know where to start.

His head was drowsy and his memory was jumbled, unable to find a way out. I killed Xiao Jindong, Xiao Jindong killed me, and we were buried together at 108 Xinli Street, never to be separated again.

I reached out and trembled as I held the paper cup, using too much strength. Coffee spilled all over the table, and after being scalded for a while, I realized that I was still alive, and had not become eerie white bones. But what about Xiao Jindong?

I looked around, but there was no other familiar face.