He drank until his stomach bleeding came to the hospital. Can you see him?
She refused without hesitation: Don't go.
The ex-boyfriend's mouth was not credible when she drank the stomach bleeding, because she had answered similar calls no less than five times since she broke up.
Last time, she was in the rain downstairs of her house and had a fever. Last time, she was in a hurry to see her having a small car accident on the road. She couldn't remember what it was last time. In short, they were all irrelevant minor injuries.
She went to see the car accident that time, but she just scratched her skin.If I had arrived at the hospital later, the wound would probably have healed.
He has been chanting your name.The young man glanced at his pale friend and told him to move him with reason. Not to mention anything else, you two have been classmates for a few years. For the sake of the friendship between classmates, just come and take a look.
My childhood friend also emphasized: This time it is true.
There is only one breath rising and falling.
She said: I am not a doctor, and it was useless in the past.
Thinking of the past when she had a high fever and went to the hospital for water and had to sit in the corridor for infusion due to shortage of beds, she added: Don’t play this game in the future, it’s not good to always occupy a bed.
The call was on speakerphone, and his heart trembled after hearing it. All the tension, expectation and joy after answering the phone were gone, leaving only a touch of coldness, gradually soaking in his senses.
In fact, he didn't think about drinking so much, he just couldn't sleep.
He lay on the hospital bed and endured his stomach pain, watching his friend keep calling her, and after answering, he exaggeratedly describing his condition.
He was worried, afraid that she would find that the condition was not that serious after she came, and she was afraid that she would still not want to come if she thought it was true.
Her words made him feel sad, so he took his phone and turned off the hands-free, whispering: Even if I am about to die, don’t you want to come to see me?
She paused, her tone was cold: You can't die.
He said: But now I am really dying.
When he took his cell phone, he quietly left the ward. He was the only one left in the room full of disinfectant smell.
He lost his scruples, and big tears flowed down his cheeks, and his voice became trembling.
You don't want to see me or talk to me. When I think of this, I feel like I'm about to die.
I know it's wrong, I really know it's wrong.
Don't treat me like this, you can't treat me like this.
She was not soft-hearted because of his crying, but was still calm and extremely sharp.
Why not?
Do you think I am ruthless?Do you think I'm too determined?
But what I do now is not as good as what you do to me.
I can’t see the other person through the phone, and it seems that the words in my heart can be easier to say.
Her heart disease had been cured long ago.Now I can think of him without emotion, and my heart will never beat for him again.
She doesn't love him anymore.
She slowly walked to the balcony and looked up and saw that there had never been so many stars in the sky like today.
The bustling noise downstairs acted as the background sound, her voice was extremely soft, but it was particularly clear when sandwiched in it.
Do you men all think that as long as you cry a few times, you will be forgiven if you torture yourself to the point of being unpopular?
Don’t say that if I die without it, you will die if you have the ability.
Stop pestering me again, it's pretty boring.
After a solemn pause, it took him a long time to find his voice.
His voice was also filled with hoarseness after crying, and he asked: How can you come back?
He was waiting for a response in silence, asking for trouble.
She asked him back: Do you know why I broke up with you?
He didn't say anything.
They had been entangled for eight years since their second year of high school, and even she herself didn't know that she could be with him for eight years.
He has a good family background, is handsome and smart, and he can easily succeed no matter what he does.This kind of life is easy to feel bored.But she was not very lucky and was chosen to become a pastime in his boring life.
Of course she loved him, and let alone that face alone was enough for her to love him ten or eight times.Every time he gets angry, he just comes over and kisses him, and his anger disappears.
He is not a competent boyfriend, and he can't even meet the most basic requirements of his boyfriend.
The messages sent are rarely replied in seconds, and they don’t get feedback when complaining. They don’t want to tell him when they are sick because they know that he will not be with him.
Their mode of getting along is that she is talking, but he is not necessarily listening.
Sometimes she wonders if she is his girlfriend. Even if he gives expensive gifts every year on holidays, he keeps dates three times a month, and even has been living together for almost a year, he still feels like this.
The only time you can feel love is in bed, which is too expensive.
So she decided to stop the loss in time and end the relationship before making herself lose the price.
After all, it is eight years of love, and it is not something you can just let go.She was waiting for an opportunity to make her feel hard.
The last straw that broke the camel's back was a gift he brought when he came back from a business trip.
A new bag from a luxury brand.
Perhaps because she had a very cold reaction at the time, he asked if she didn't like this bag.
She said she liked it, and no one didn't like expensive things.
But to be honest, she wouldn't feel uncomfortable even if he gave her a specialty product. At least the specialty capacity proved that he had thought of her when he was on a business trip, rather than simply using luxury goods to perfunctory.
He has been perfunctory with all kinds of expensive gifts.
If you think about it carefully, he really didn't seem to have given gifts that were particularly attentive, and he would always be bags, clothes and jewelry.
If he really cared about her, he would find that she rarely used these things, and some jewelry had never even been worn.
She broke up with the fact that she had just discovered now, so she broke up with him that night.
I thought I would list his crimes one by one and hysterically accused him.But when he asked why, she was extremely calm.
Just feel tired.
This is the reason she gave. She was tired and didn't want to continue.
She waited for his next chapter, and after a while he suddenly pressed her to the bed.
A kiss without emotion, just a kiss that happened to block her mouth.He probably didn't know that ending the disagreement with kiss is the stupidest act.
He didn't close his eyes, and those beautiful eyes, eyes that had bewitched her countless times, just looked at her.
The dim bedside lamp was the only light source, and she saw a small self in his eyes.
The tip of his tongue licked her breathing freely in his mouth, and the tip of his nose lingered in the clear smell on his body.
He hugged her very tightly, letting go of her after a while, freeing up a hand and pressing it straight to her heart.
That's all you will do.She didn't understand his intention, she just thought he was a sperm and tried to let her break up through sex.
But he just wanted to confirm through her heartbeat that she still loved him.
He felt a steady heartbeat from his palm and coaxed: If you are tired, can you go on a trip when I get free?You can go wherever you want.
I'm serious.She frowned and took off his hand that was pressing against her chest, and sat back and leaned against the pillow.
He followed, grabbed her hand and fell a kiss on the back of his hand.
He was very tired when he just came back from a business trip, but he still patiently kissed her hand again: Stop making trouble, huh?
Kisses fell on the back of the hands, collarbone, and chin.
The pajama buttons were slowly unbuttoned, revealing two tender breasts that were not covered with inches of strands.
He lowered his head and held the tip of his left nipple, fiddling with the small red fruit with his tongue, leaving ambiguous water marks on his skin.
She didn't hide, just asked: Are you sure you want to do it now, after I just mentioned breaking up?
The remaining buttons were all unbuttoned, and the fingertips were rubbed on the curve of the abdomen, then they held upwards and held one hand softly.
His earlobe was held in his arms, and his warm breath sprinkled in his ears. His voice had become dark and dull.
Baby, don't break up casually, I told you.
Her sensitive ears were licked, and the instinctive reaction from her body made her moan unconsciously.
She bit her lip, suppressed the movement she wanted to erect, and answered him with her remaining rationality: I... well... I'm serious... Uh... Ah...
The fingers squeezed between the legs hard, stretching the base of the legs to describe the shape of the vagina through the fabric.
Ha Ah...don't...
She couldn't help but breathe, and her fingertips pressed the fabric into the slightly moist hole.The sensitive clitoris was carefully caught and kneaded through the fabric.
He wanted to avoid it, but the man's lips and tongue directly kissed his lower body.The fabric was licked, mixed with the juice, and became completely wet, and the whole lower body was muddy.
His buttocks were shaking, and he just rubbed them a few times, making her arch.
The whole lower body was picked up, and the clothes that were inappropriate were taken off. The man's lips and tongue directly retracted his wet pussy, leaving her at a loss.
He sucked it in his mouth for a while, then maliciously used his fingertips to push the hole open, stroking the tender flesh that contracted with his breathing.
Are you really going to break up?He asked.
When...of course.
The soft tongue licked the soft flesh that was being flipped out again, and when the clitoris was pressed against the tip of the tongue, she could feel her violent trembling.
His tongue rubbed against his clitoris, and he asked again: Do you really want to separate?
She let out an irreconcilable cry: If you want to do it, do it... Don't say so many words...
The legs were constantly licked. She hadn't had sex for almost a month, and her brain could not think at all under such strong pleasure.
The swollen clitoris that was licked to the point of swollen was finally let go. Her fingers pulled open the narrow hole of the hole with love juice, and her tongue simulated the thrusting movement and went in and out of her pussy.
Well...Ah...Woo... She cried a little at a loss.
The tip of the hole was thrust in and out again and again, and when she licked the soft flesh somewhere, she could hardly even say anything to stop her.
Don't... enough...
The tongue left between the legs, replaced by the cock that was already ready to go.Even if I do it many times, I feel the size is terrifying whenever I see it.
The trap... She hammered him weakly.
The cock was pressed into the hole without any resistance, and the narrow entrance was stretched open. After eating the glans, she pushed it away.
You don't want to kill anyone, do you?She gasped and tried hard to say the complete words.
He still took out the condom from the bedside table and put it on, then fucked her directly, allowing her to reach her first orgasm tonight.
I just had an orgasm when I went in. Why do you owe Ah so much?He deliberately said humiliating words, but his actions were really gentle.
Her cock was buried inside and she had to get used to it before she began to sway her waist.
The wet flesh wall wrapped around the stick tightly, and he used his lips and tongue to comfort the tender breasts while fucking.
The tip of the tongue just hooked it and the soft flesh inside sucked up tightly, and more love juice kept pouring out from the depths.
She bit her lip and didn't speak. She was licked with her nipple in her mouth for a while, and then she went back trembling.
He held her and pressed her down.
The pussy flesh in the climax was attacked fiercely, and she could only passively bear it in his arms.Until she continued to orgasm until she lost her mind, his movements showed no sign of stopping.
He fucked for a long time, and she had an orgasm in a daze.On the bed, on the small sofa, in the bathroom.
He asked: Do you still want to break up?
I no longer have the energy to speak, but when I heard this question, I still cheered up again.
point.
Time ticked by, and a glimmer of light shone into the room through the gaps in the bed curtain.
OK, he spoke.
She felt relieved.
On the phone, after she asked that question, perhaps because she couldn't wait for a long time to respond.
He answered tentatively: Because... I'm not a good boyfriend.
She came back to her senses and did not deny his answer, and what he said was indeed part of the reason.
The main reason is
I don't love you anymore.
As if she felt that she was not saying this clearly enough, she said again: I don’t want to see you again, I’ll get annoyed when I see you. Now I feel very annoyed to talk to you.
If you are unhappy in love, there is no need to continue talking. You are saying this.
He smiled bitterly, not expecting that he would fall into what he had said.
But...what should I do if I am even more unhappy when I am separated?
She was asked by his question.
He was chanting her name on the other end of the phone, his tone was gentle and gentle.
I know it's wrong.
This tone was too familiar, and she could even think of his expression at the moment.Wet eyes looked at you, but begged for your forgiveness with a swaying tail.
If she still loved him, she would surrender immediately.
But now I don’t love him anymore, so I don’t like him.
Then you should reflect on yourself and stop pestering me again.
After she finished speaking, she simply hung up the phone and blocked the number.
This is the fifth childhood friend she blocked, and I don’t know where he got so many childhood friends.
She refused without hesitation: Don't go.
The ex-boyfriend's mouth was not credible when she drank the stomach bleeding, because she had answered similar calls no less than five times since she broke up.
Last time, she was in the rain downstairs of her house and had a fever. Last time, she was in a hurry to see her having a small car accident on the road. She couldn't remember what it was last time. In short, they were all irrelevant minor injuries.
She went to see the car accident that time, but she just scratched her skin.If I had arrived at the hospital later, the wound would probably have healed.
He has been chanting your name.The young man glanced at his pale friend and told him to move him with reason. Not to mention anything else, you two have been classmates for a few years. For the sake of the friendship between classmates, just come and take a look.
My childhood friend also emphasized: This time it is true.
There is only one breath rising and falling.
She said: I am not a doctor, and it was useless in the past.
Thinking of the past when she had a high fever and went to the hospital for water and had to sit in the corridor for infusion due to shortage of beds, she added: Don’t play this game in the future, it’s not good to always occupy a bed.
The call was on speakerphone, and his heart trembled after hearing it. All the tension, expectation and joy after answering the phone were gone, leaving only a touch of coldness, gradually soaking in his senses.
In fact, he didn't think about drinking so much, he just couldn't sleep.
He lay on the hospital bed and endured his stomach pain, watching his friend keep calling her, and after answering, he exaggeratedly describing his condition.
He was worried, afraid that she would find that the condition was not that serious after she came, and she was afraid that she would still not want to come if she thought it was true.
Her words made him feel sad, so he took his phone and turned off the hands-free, whispering: Even if I am about to die, don’t you want to come to see me?
She paused, her tone was cold: You can't die.
He said: But now I am really dying.
When he took his cell phone, he quietly left the ward. He was the only one left in the room full of disinfectant smell.
He lost his scruples, and big tears flowed down his cheeks, and his voice became trembling.
You don't want to see me or talk to me. When I think of this, I feel like I'm about to die.
I know it's wrong, I really know it's wrong.
Don't treat me like this, you can't treat me like this.
She was not soft-hearted because of his crying, but was still calm and extremely sharp.
Why not?
Do you think I am ruthless?Do you think I'm too determined?
But what I do now is not as good as what you do to me.
I can’t see the other person through the phone, and it seems that the words in my heart can be easier to say.
Her heart disease had been cured long ago.Now I can think of him without emotion, and my heart will never beat for him again.
She doesn't love him anymore.
She slowly walked to the balcony and looked up and saw that there had never been so many stars in the sky like today.
The bustling noise downstairs acted as the background sound, her voice was extremely soft, but it was particularly clear when sandwiched in it.
Do you men all think that as long as you cry a few times, you will be forgiven if you torture yourself to the point of being unpopular?
Don’t say that if I die without it, you will die if you have the ability.
Stop pestering me again, it's pretty boring.
After a solemn pause, it took him a long time to find his voice.
His voice was also filled with hoarseness after crying, and he asked: How can you come back?
He was waiting for a response in silence, asking for trouble.
She asked him back: Do you know why I broke up with you?
He didn't say anything.
They had been entangled for eight years since their second year of high school, and even she herself didn't know that she could be with him for eight years.
He has a good family background, is handsome and smart, and he can easily succeed no matter what he does.This kind of life is easy to feel bored.But she was not very lucky and was chosen to become a pastime in his boring life.
Of course she loved him, and let alone that face alone was enough for her to love him ten or eight times.Every time he gets angry, he just comes over and kisses him, and his anger disappears.
He is not a competent boyfriend, and he can't even meet the most basic requirements of his boyfriend.
The messages sent are rarely replied in seconds, and they don’t get feedback when complaining. They don’t want to tell him when they are sick because they know that he will not be with him.
Their mode of getting along is that she is talking, but he is not necessarily listening.
Sometimes she wonders if she is his girlfriend. Even if he gives expensive gifts every year on holidays, he keeps dates three times a month, and even has been living together for almost a year, he still feels like this.
The only time you can feel love is in bed, which is too expensive.
So she decided to stop the loss in time and end the relationship before making herself lose the price.
After all, it is eight years of love, and it is not something you can just let go.She was waiting for an opportunity to make her feel hard.
The last straw that broke the camel's back was a gift he brought when he came back from a business trip.
A new bag from a luxury brand.
Perhaps because she had a very cold reaction at the time, he asked if she didn't like this bag.
She said she liked it, and no one didn't like expensive things.
But to be honest, she wouldn't feel uncomfortable even if he gave her a specialty product. At least the specialty capacity proved that he had thought of her when he was on a business trip, rather than simply using luxury goods to perfunctory.
He has been perfunctory with all kinds of expensive gifts.
If you think about it carefully, he really didn't seem to have given gifts that were particularly attentive, and he would always be bags, clothes and jewelry.
If he really cared about her, he would find that she rarely used these things, and some jewelry had never even been worn.
She broke up with the fact that she had just discovered now, so she broke up with him that night.
I thought I would list his crimes one by one and hysterically accused him.But when he asked why, she was extremely calm.
Just feel tired.
This is the reason she gave. She was tired and didn't want to continue.
She waited for his next chapter, and after a while he suddenly pressed her to the bed.
A kiss without emotion, just a kiss that happened to block her mouth.He probably didn't know that ending the disagreement with kiss is the stupidest act.
He didn't close his eyes, and those beautiful eyes, eyes that had bewitched her countless times, just looked at her.
The dim bedside lamp was the only light source, and she saw a small self in his eyes.
The tip of his tongue licked her breathing freely in his mouth, and the tip of his nose lingered in the clear smell on his body.
He hugged her very tightly, letting go of her after a while, freeing up a hand and pressing it straight to her heart.
That's all you will do.She didn't understand his intention, she just thought he was a sperm and tried to let her break up through sex.
But he just wanted to confirm through her heartbeat that she still loved him.
He felt a steady heartbeat from his palm and coaxed: If you are tired, can you go on a trip when I get free?You can go wherever you want.
I'm serious.She frowned and took off his hand that was pressing against her chest, and sat back and leaned against the pillow.
He followed, grabbed her hand and fell a kiss on the back of his hand.
He was very tired when he just came back from a business trip, but he still patiently kissed her hand again: Stop making trouble, huh?
Kisses fell on the back of the hands, collarbone, and chin.
The pajama buttons were slowly unbuttoned, revealing two tender breasts that were not covered with inches of strands.
He lowered his head and held the tip of his left nipple, fiddling with the small red fruit with his tongue, leaving ambiguous water marks on his skin.
She didn't hide, just asked: Are you sure you want to do it now, after I just mentioned breaking up?
The remaining buttons were all unbuttoned, and the fingertips were rubbed on the curve of the abdomen, then they held upwards and held one hand softly.
His earlobe was held in his arms, and his warm breath sprinkled in his ears. His voice had become dark and dull.
Baby, don't break up casually, I told you.
Her sensitive ears were licked, and the instinctive reaction from her body made her moan unconsciously.
She bit her lip, suppressed the movement she wanted to erect, and answered him with her remaining rationality: I... well... I'm serious... Uh... Ah...
The fingers squeezed between the legs hard, stretching the base of the legs to describe the shape of the vagina through the fabric.
Ha Ah...don't...
She couldn't help but breathe, and her fingertips pressed the fabric into the slightly moist hole.The sensitive clitoris was carefully caught and kneaded through the fabric.
He wanted to avoid it, but the man's lips and tongue directly kissed his lower body.The fabric was licked, mixed with the juice, and became completely wet, and the whole lower body was muddy.
His buttocks were shaking, and he just rubbed them a few times, making her arch.
The whole lower body was picked up, and the clothes that were inappropriate were taken off. The man's lips and tongue directly retracted his wet pussy, leaving her at a loss.
He sucked it in his mouth for a while, then maliciously used his fingertips to push the hole open, stroking the tender flesh that contracted with his breathing.
Are you really going to break up?He asked.
When...of course.
The soft tongue licked the soft flesh that was being flipped out again, and when the clitoris was pressed against the tip of the tongue, she could feel her violent trembling.
His tongue rubbed against his clitoris, and he asked again: Do you really want to separate?
She let out an irreconcilable cry: If you want to do it, do it... Don't say so many words...
The legs were constantly licked. She hadn't had sex for almost a month, and her brain could not think at all under such strong pleasure.
The swollen clitoris that was licked to the point of swollen was finally let go. Her fingers pulled open the narrow hole of the hole with love juice, and her tongue simulated the thrusting movement and went in and out of her pussy.
Well...Ah...Woo... She cried a little at a loss.
The tip of the hole was thrust in and out again and again, and when she licked the soft flesh somewhere, she could hardly even say anything to stop her.
Don't... enough...
The tongue left between the legs, replaced by the cock that was already ready to go.Even if I do it many times, I feel the size is terrifying whenever I see it.
The trap... She hammered him weakly.
The cock was pressed into the hole without any resistance, and the narrow entrance was stretched open. After eating the glans, she pushed it away.
You don't want to kill anyone, do you?She gasped and tried hard to say the complete words.
He still took out the condom from the bedside table and put it on, then fucked her directly, allowing her to reach her first orgasm tonight.
I just had an orgasm when I went in. Why do you owe Ah so much?He deliberately said humiliating words, but his actions were really gentle.
Her cock was buried inside and she had to get used to it before she began to sway her waist.
The wet flesh wall wrapped around the stick tightly, and he used his lips and tongue to comfort the tender breasts while fucking.
The tip of the tongue just hooked it and the soft flesh inside sucked up tightly, and more love juice kept pouring out from the depths.
She bit her lip and didn't speak. She was licked with her nipple in her mouth for a while, and then she went back trembling.
He held her and pressed her down.
The pussy flesh in the climax was attacked fiercely, and she could only passively bear it in his arms.Until she continued to orgasm until she lost her mind, his movements showed no sign of stopping.
He fucked for a long time, and she had an orgasm in a daze.On the bed, on the small sofa, in the bathroom.
He asked: Do you still want to break up?
I no longer have the energy to speak, but when I heard this question, I still cheered up again.
point.
Time ticked by, and a glimmer of light shone into the room through the gaps in the bed curtain.
OK, he spoke.
She felt relieved.
On the phone, after she asked that question, perhaps because she couldn't wait for a long time to respond.
He answered tentatively: Because... I'm not a good boyfriend.
She came back to her senses and did not deny his answer, and what he said was indeed part of the reason.
The main reason is
I don't love you anymore.
As if she felt that she was not saying this clearly enough, she said again: I don’t want to see you again, I’ll get annoyed when I see you. Now I feel very annoyed to talk to you.
If you are unhappy in love, there is no need to continue talking. You are saying this.
He smiled bitterly, not expecting that he would fall into what he had said.
But...what should I do if I am even more unhappy when I am separated?
She was asked by his question.
He was chanting her name on the other end of the phone, his tone was gentle and gentle.
I know it's wrong.
This tone was too familiar, and she could even think of his expression at the moment.Wet eyes looked at you, but begged for your forgiveness with a swaying tail.
If she still loved him, she would surrender immediately.
But now I don’t love him anymore, so I don’t like him.
Then you should reflect on yourself and stop pestering me again.
After she finished speaking, she simply hung up the phone and blocked the number.
This is the fifth childhood friend she blocked, and I don’t know where he got so many childhood friends.
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