Life of Heartaches Chapter 3

It was dusk, and there were bright lights outside, but there was a chilling silence inside the car window. Adrian drove the car very fast, and drove home in a lightning-fast pace.

The weather is getting warmer, the days are getting longer, the spring breeze is blowing outside the window, and even more so inside the house.

As soon as Victor walked through the door, someone grabbed his waist and pinned him against the entrance door.

He was a good drinker and would not cry or make a fuss even when he was drunk, so even if someone pinched his cheek and K!ssed him, he would only let out a few small sobs from his throat.

Adrian's heart felt soft after hearing this, and he reached out to touch the small lamp at the entrance, and then the fingerprints on Victor's face came into his eyes again. The soft-heartedness that just appeared suddenly disappeared without a trace. Shikawa held Victor's face in his hands, his movements seemed particularly precious, but the pressure of his fingertips on his cheeks was not light at all.

Rough fingers rubbed it several times, and Shikawa used the inside of his joint to slide the red mark on Victor's cheek that he had made, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Victor looked completely obedient and ready to be manipulated by others. His eyes were clean and pure under the lamp. Shikawa's belly burned when he saw it. He hurriedly took out a hand to fumble to untie his tie. The next second, his hand Being held down.

"Don't, don't..."

Hearing the sound, Shikawa stopped moving, put his forearm behind his back to wrap around Victor's waist, looked at him condescendingly, and put his other hand behind his neck to pinch a soft part of Victor's flesh.

"Scared?"

The next second, Victor opened his eyes slightly, opened and closed his lips and teeth several times, and uttered vague syllables.

Tokikawa put his ear closer, "What?"

A small stream of air with a light fragrance sprayed on the shell of his ear, "Don't...don't take off your suit..."

Tokikawa's breath hitched.

He thought the "don't" you just said meant "don't".

A strange feeling came over him again. After one year of marriage, he didn't know until now that Victor was in such a state when he was drunk. Placing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Adrian suddenly regretted not investing in his friend's winery. He put his mouth to Victor's ear: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

With a long arm stretched out, Victor was picked up by Daheng in the next second, and Adrian led him towards the bedroom.

The two hugged each other tightly in the darkness, and the only sound left in the huge room was each other's heavy breathing, one long and one short, intertwined with each other.

Spring in the South is a bit bad, the weather changes too quickly.

It was still sunny when I went out in the morning, but I don't know when it started to rain. The rain was thick and heavy, but it carried a devastating and determined momentum.

An unknown and valuable plant was planted in the soft soil on the terrace. It had just taken root, and only produced a small bud. Its leaves were shaking and shaking in the strong wind and rain.

The heavy rain did not show any pity for its immatureness, and soon washed the land around it into mud.

I don't know who took pity on its embarrassed appearance and found a small transparent umbrella to cover its head. However, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the umbrella was broken after a while.

The little flower realized something was wrong, and stretched out two leaves to cover its head, but it was too late. Shiyu was ruthless and had already figured out its intention. The rain poured even more than before.

There was constant crying in the house.

Victor was really driven to panic, and said in a hoarse voice, crying: "You...you did it on purpose, I told you no!"

Adrian looked at Victor's face in the darkness. He straightened up his upper body, and a few drops of hot sweat followed his distinct mermaid line and fell on Victor's soft lower abdomen, making the latter shrink again.

"Really?" Shikawa raised his head and closed his eyes. His expression looked like he was making trouble. In fact, he was recalling the tenderness that Victor showed just now while trying his best to forbear.

A few seconds later, he smiled evilly in Victor's aggrieved eyes: "But honey, this is an imported product. My husband can't read foreign languages. I didn't know it was so easy to break when I bought it."

Tit for retaliation was clearly stated between the lines. When Victor's eyes darkened, he knew that Adrian's lingering fire was still lingering, and it seemed that he would not let him go easily.

The moonlight shines in through the gaps in the curtains, cool, dark, and unfathomable, like another window opening between heaven and earth.

Tonight was destined to be a difficult night. Victor was coaxed and deceived by Adrian, and everything that should be said and shouldn't be said was lost.

White light flashed before his eyes several times, and the arms around his waist were finally released, and Victor took a long breath.

The next second, he was lifted into a different position and sat in Tokikawa's arms.

Victor was two sizes smaller than Adrian, and was just hidden in the man's arms, with his cheek pressed tightly against his hot muscles.

Someone bit my ear lightly, and my hot fingertips pinched my earlobe. Tokikawa's deep voice covered my ear: "I apologize to you."

Victor said nothing.

He had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, his ear was immediately bitten by the man again. Tokikawa buried his chin in his neck and took a deep breath.

Then he raised his head and laughed lowly, a deep laugh that echoed throughout the bedroom.

"I promised to teach you French, but I forgot," the man complained to himself sincerely, "What should I do? Next time someone comes to talk to you, you won't just wait for others to come over. "

Victor didn't have any strength left in him, so he could only let Adrian act pretentious.

Someone grabbed my ankles, my calves were stretched straight, and my calves were trembling. I don't know if it was because of fatigue or fear.

His index finger slid over the alarm clock on the bedside, and the fluorescent lights lit up.

"Oh," Tokikawa seemed to suddenly realize: "It's only three o'clock."

He lifted Victor up and bobbed him up twice, "It's never too late to start studying, don't you think so, eh? Baby?"

Victor has lost his voice, only the breathing of air.

"Come, say to me, 'Je suis déjà marié'"

Adrian did not keep his word, Victor was a little angry, and became stubborn. He gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.

The man was not angry and taught him patiently several times. Victor gritted his teeth but did not speak. He even turned his head away, obviously uncooperative.

The rain outside the window became even heavier, and even the rainwater was connected into pieces by lines, and the rain curtain fell overwhelmingly.

The little flower learned a new trick to protect itself. It wrapped the petals tightly, and did not let go no matter how the rain changed its attack.

The heavy rain finally stopped, gradually stopped, became lighter and lighter, and even tended to clear up.

The tired plant sighed, finally opening its buds.

But I never expected that the heavy rain was too cunning, and it fell again the moment it bloomed.

Victor finally said.

There is no way, the teacher is really patient and dedicated. Not only does he teach in person, he even takes the initiative to teach the students again if they make any minor pronunciation errors.

A class lasted for nearly two hours. The students were exhausted, but the teacher was still enjoying it.

Adrian K!ssed Victor's already swollen eyelids carefully, "Just say one more thing, and I will let you sleep. Be good, I want to hear you say this."

The crying in the bedroom suddenly became intense: "You just said that was the last sentence!"

Shikawa turned a deaf ear and moved his big palm down his spine. The last words were almost said by him K!ssing Victor's wet temples. His voice was very low, as if it would float away if it was a little louder.

"Je t'aime"

"Come on, baby."

The sound traveled along the eardrum and into the nerves, and then, like a small rubber hammer tapping on the heart, Victor's struggling movements gradually became smaller.

Perhaps he was tired, so he finally compromised and said during a breather: "Je t'aime."

Tokikawa smiled, "It sounds really nice."

He let go of his hand, K!ssed Victor on the forehead, and repeated it.

"Je t'aime."

Then he whispered: "Go to sleep, good night."

The bedroom finally became quiet. Victor was so tired that he fell asleep almost the second after Tokawa said these words.

Half an hour later, Victor, who was brought back from the bathroom and cleaned, lay on his back on the bed, his breathing gradually becoming evener, but Adrian next to him could not close his eyes.

In the past, the fatigue this kind of thing brought to him would only satisfy him, but he didn't know when he started to become dissatisfied with it.

The moonlight melted behind the light-colored curtains, and Victor shrank into a corner wrapped in a quilt. The bed was wide and soft, and Adrian lay in the middle, as if he was living on an isolated island.

Staring blankly at the ceiling above his head for a long time, Shikawa turned sideways and looked in the direction of Victor.

The breathing beside him was long and quiet. He did not dare to disturb his lover's sleep. He could only use his eyes to trace the small piece of Victor's white shoulder exposed in the air over and over again.

After a while, he tentatively stretched out his arm to hug Victor, then gently retracted his hand, keeping the same posture.

The two of them were very close to each other in the darkness, and half of Tokawa's face was bathed in Yuzhou's breath.

After a moment, he sighed softly and moved his thin lips silently a few times, as if he was asking Victor or himself.

When exactly?

Can you say this to me sincerely?