My Terrible Life in Those Years

I felt my face start to burn.

Start burning from the top, down to the neck, chest, lower abdomen, and to the soles of the feet!

I feel like I'm going to be looked down upon again!

"This is my privacy, okay? Besides, are you sure it's really okay for me to tell you such details in this environment?"

I'm so stubborn.

Du Yan chuckled; she was now leaning against my side.

A warm sensation began to rise in my lower abdomen.

I quickly conjured up Wan Ning's image in my mind to cool off!

But I'm really sleepy.

Good heavens, is this a test sent by God to test me?

After laughing for a while, she gently tapped my chest with her finger: "Jiang Ning, it seems you're only brave on the surface; actually, you're just a fraud, huh?"

That was a hurtful statement.

I was just about to use my left hand when suddenly my arm started to hurt. Because my right hand was being held down by her.

"oops…"

I suddenly realized, this woman, wasn't she doing this on purpose? She deliberately pinned down my useful right hand, leaving my left hand, which I can't use now, unusable!

Experienced, cunning, that's fucking too much!

She laughed again when she heard me grin.

"What's wrong? Did you hurt your hand at the worst possible time?"

Then, the air in the room suddenly became hot.

Damn it, what is she trying to do?

My heart jumped out of my chest. If it weren't for my pride, I would have jumped out of bed long ago.

Her hand, actually, actually slid down slowly.

I……

"Wow, your heart is beating fast... What a great neighbor!"

I also discovered that Du Yan, when she's completely relaxed, is just as mischievous as me!

What should I do?

Am I going to be eaten by her?

What should I do?

Waiting online, very anxious!

Thankfully, her fingers stopped when they brushed across my abs.

She let out a soft sigh.

"Jiang Ning, what type of girl do you like?"

My heartbeat slowed down slightly as I regained my composure.

I forcibly pulled my thoughts back.

Why are you suddenly asking this? What's the meaning of stopping at this point?

"Yes, a woman!"

Du Yan suddenly pinched my stomach.

I jolted awake in pain.

Another bout of dry mouth and throat!

"Seriously, what kind of woman?"

I put my right foot up. Actually, I was feeling guilty; it was so dark, I couldn't see anything.

"Hmm, the kind of person who's beautiful inside and out, like Wan Ning, and you too!"

I blurted it out, and only after I said it did I regret it a little. Why did I have to drag her into this?

She exclaimed excitedly, "Really??"

Once the words are spoken, can't they be taken back?

Besides, this girl has been through so much stress these past few days, so let's give her some comfort.

I nodded.

"Then, besides these, what else? Height? Hairstyle? Personality? Skin? And..."

I became mute again and again.

What a huge pit.

"What else?"

"You...you don't have any requirements regarding your figure?" she asked, quite curiously.

This is a huge and exciting question. It's the first time I've had a girl lying in the same bed with me, openly discussing this kind of thing.

I stopped talking.

"Then, what about my model?"

I had been chatting with her for a while, and my heart rate had just returned to normal a little. But then, with all that commotion, it spiked from 90 beats per minute to 130.

I stammered, "You, you, please don't get so close, okay?"

She brought her face close and pressed it against mine.

The breath it exhaled hit my face directly.

I sniffed: "You...you've been drinking?"

No wonder they were so bold!

Du Yan smiled. "What? Can't I drink? You haven't answered my question yet. Would you like this size?"

I was furious. Who could stand that? Any normal man couldn't handle it, right?

"You, you dare let go of my right hand!" Sure enough, if you're so capable, then let go.

"It's not time yet. Don't rush me!!" Du Yan, you're a vixen, absolutely, but as for which type, I have no idea.

Du Yan, Du Yan, I was just trying to help you out, and you deliberately messed with me like this?!

"So tell me, do you like this one?"

I like you, my foot! Let go of me, then you'll know whether you like me or not!

She shifted her position slightly and withdrew her fingers.

She sighed softly. "Well, there's one more question. If I had met you before Wan Ning, would you have chosen me first?"

My heart skipped a beat. What exactly did this woman mean?

Did you drink and act crazy, or do you genuinely want to know and ask me?

It's impossible that she could actually like me, right?

I was thinking about this annoying problem.

With a half roll, he broke free from her control, freeing his right hand. His left hand was still unusable, and his posture was awkward, but at least he was in a passive position now.

She let out a loud "Ah!" and was stunned by my actions. She hadn't expected me to be so strong and unable to withstand her.

She quickly pushed her hands against my chest, but she really had no strength at all.

I think she probably had the strength, but couldn't use it, or simply didn't want to.

"You, you don't move, I..."

Holy crap, I almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Your hand is injured."

Then, she bit my right arm with her teeth, and whenever I tried to move, she would bite it off. What kind of stupid move is that?

About half an hour later, perhaps, when I roared out, the heat finally dissipated.

I was panting heavily, and she was panting heavily too. It seems like she could get tired like this.

After a long pause: "You, you go take a shower and change your clothes. I, I'm going back!"

Then, she actually got out of bed.

As I was leaving, he suddenly hugged me again: "Jiang Ning, I've repaid the favor I owed you. It's been great knowing you."

She went back to her room. After I finished showering, I kept thinking about what she had just said before I fell asleep.

I had been asleep for a short while when I suddenly woke up and smelled a strange odor.

It tasted like the blood on her tongue that she had just bitten.

I quickly got up and knocked on the door.

There was no response; under the door, a dark red substance was slowly flowing out.

I was so scared that I kicked the door open. Du Yan was lying there in her pajamas, with a wound on her wrist that was bleeding.

There was a small pair of scissors next to me, stained with blood.

My mind went completely blank, and then I lunged forward and desperately covered her wrist.

"Du Yan, Du Yan?? Why, why did you try to commit suicide??"