Frost Branch

[The dark and arrogant man✖️the proud and frosty woman] [Take by force➕Late love➕Those in high positions bow their heads➕Chasing wives] There was a mess everywhere, with glass wine bottles lying upside down, some cracked and some completely shattered. All the remaining mellow red wine in the glass was poured over, and the dark red wine flowed freely along the wooden floor, winding into a sheet, sticky and wet, and the rich smell of wine mixed with the deep loneliness, wrapped tightly around the entire room. Nangong Lengxing leaned tiredly on the side of the long table, the back of his head lightly touching the cold and hard table handle, his head raised and his eyes lowered, his expression desolate and haggard. The tall red wine glass was grasped loosely by the bony fingers, and the glass was tilted slightly. The remaining wine slowly slid down the wall of the glass, and dropped drop by drop on the scarlet-covered floor, feeling lonely and decadent. There were several light and awkward knocks outside the door, and Lu Xianhe pushed the door in with full of trepidation. The messy eyes rushed into his eyes, and a depressing atmosphere rushed over his face. She stepped on a pair of neat and exquisite black high-heeled shoes and slowly stepped onto the ground soaked in red wine. The heels ran over the flowing wine stains. The cold black tone and the flirtatious dark red blended together, making the surrounding scene more gloomy and desolate. Broken wine bottles were scattered around, and the wine stains on the ground were shocking. She frowned, feeling unspeakable complexity in her heart. She raised her foot and gently kicked Nangong Lengxing's long, hanging legs. The next second, the man suddenly raised his hand and grasped her wrist tightly, his movements hurried and forceful. Lu Xianhe was caught off guard, and his body suddenly lost weight. He staggered and fell straight into his arms, and his whole face was suddenly buried in his broad and solid chest. Nangong Lengxing immediately closed his long arms and tightly restrained her slender waist. His strength was stubborn and tight, holding her tightly in his arms, not allowing her to pull away at all. The pure white and elegant skirt rubbed against the wet wine liquid on the floor, and the large area of ​​plain white was stained with dark red, making it look mottled and dazzling, which stung the eyes. Drunkness wrapped around his voice, it was low and hoarse, wrapped in inextricable fatigue and loneliness, and he sounded faintly: "Why are you here?" "You're crazy, let me go." Lu Xianhe's heart was in panic, his back was stiff, he struggled with his hands and feet, and with all his strength, he managed to break free from his restricting arms and stand up straight in embarrassment. The hem of the skirt had already been soaked in red wine, and the crystal wine beads slowly fell along the soft fabric, falling drop by drop on the scarlet ground, silent and lonely. She barely stabilized her chaotic mind, looked at the man in front of her who had completely shed his coldness and arrogance, and said in a low voice: "It was Qinghan who asked me to come and see you." The moment he finished speaking, Nangong Lengxing slowly straightened up, regardless of the cold and slippery ground and the sticky wine stains, he knelt heavily on his knees in the dark red. He tightly wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face between the hem of her skirt. His thin lips gently covered her belly and kissed her gently. All the edges and corners of the past that were aloof, cold and unfeeling collapsed, and they were reduced to dust. His eyes were red, his voice was broken and choked, full of helplessness and extreme pleading. Without changing a word, he slowly begged: "Please, don't abandon me. Even if you don't love me, just pity me and keep me by your side. You can like other men. As long as I'm with you and my children, I don't care about anything else." The warm breath mixed with the strong smell of alcohol spread out, and the humble posture struck deeply into Lu Xianhe's heart. Her body completely froze, her fingertips trembling slightly, her eyes lowered as she stared at the embarrassed and pitiful man kneeling in the wine stains, with indescribable sourness and embarrassment welling up in her chest. His lips moved repeatedly, his voice was soft and stagnant, leaving only a feeble sentence: "You're drunk... I..." Small tip: 1. A male who is not a female virgin 2. Abuse until the heart throbs, abuse women in the early stage, abuse men in the later stage, bloody sadomasochism 3. Be Intention: deep love and shallow relationship