Song Yu: "At that time, I didn't expect that the girl who had grown up would meet me unexpectedly in a few years."

The teacher's eyes were slightly wet.

Song Yu smiled: "I saw you again. At the college graduation ceremony in 2008, you were playing the piano like an angel."

The teacher said he lowered his eyes.

Song Yu's voice was faint: "Later you asked me how I recognized you?"

The teacher said: "You said..."

Song Yu went on: "I said, it is hard for anyone who has seen you once to forget you."

The teacher said, "I'll ask you why?"

Song Yu: "I said it might be God's arrangement that will let you and me meet."

The teacher said that a drop of tears fell.

Song Yu: "Ah."

The teacher said he raised his eyes.

He said: "If I did something wrong, would you forgive me?"

After a long time, the teacher nodded, "No matter what you did, I will forgive you once."

She remembered all his goodness, but no love.

Song Yu's eyes became deeper and he curled his lips.

The master said he raised his eyes, but he had not seen clearly yet, and he felt a figure pressing over.

She wanted to hide reflexively, but as soon as she lifted her feet, she felt her legs and wrists heated up.

His palms were firmly and vigorously holding her ankles.

Then, the man rushed down.

His breathing was strong, and there was a faint smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body.

The master said that he was locked in his arms and could not move. He put his hands away from his ankles, placed his hands on both sides of her head, and pressed his face down.

There was panic and fear in her eyes.

Both hands were supported on his chest and against him.

The voice trembled slightly: "Is this the wrong thing you want me to forgive?"

His voice was cold and decisive: "Yes."

"Song Yu, no." The master said tremblingly.

Air stagnation.

There were heavy breathing sounds everywhere.

Song Yu reached out and gently stroked her fair cheeks, and his voice was gentle: "I want you."

"Ah, I want you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he held her hand and fixed it on top of his head.

The lips fell down.

The teacher said that his heart was cold, his head tilted, and the kiss fell on her neck.

Trendy, cool.

Song Yu frowned, turned her head over and pressed it down, and pressed it hard.

His lips kissed her heavily, and the master said he could not move, and twisted it uselessly under him.

Song Yu made up his mind and greedily sucked the sweetness between her teeth, his tongue rolling inside, kissing her so hard that she panted.

The master said that he wanted to pull out his hand with all his strength, but the power gap between men and women was too great.

It's useless at all.

She was so anxious that tears were about to fall, but she couldn't speak out by him.

Suddenly, Song Yu fixed her arm with one hand, freeing up the other hand and slowly moving downwards, with his movements soft but domineering.

Suddenly, the teacher said that he opened his eyes suddenly. She looked at him with endless pain in her eyes.

While kissing her, he slowly moved his hands.

Her bones are slender and thin, but her chest is full and suitable. Yingying was pinched in the palm of her hand as soon as she held it.

He kissed obsessed and moved.

It seemed that I didn't feel strong, so my hand slowly moved downward and stretched out from the hem of my clothes.

The sudden chilling sound made the teacher tremble.

His big hands were rough and dry, touching her skin, slowly lingering around his waist.

My hand suddenly turned around, reached behind my back, and gently hooked my fingers and slid down my underwear.

The master said that he opened his mouth slightly and couldn't breathe.

Song Yu finally let go of her mouth, slowly lowered, kissed her neck, buried her face there and gasped slightly.

Finally landed there.

The dry palm fell on that beautiful scene.

With just a few simple strokes, he stood proudly. Song Yu blushed, let go of her left hand, lifted her clothes up with both hands, and covered her skin directly.

The teacher said that the hand was gone, and the anger gradually calmed down, and her tears fell down.

The voice is small, pitiful, "Song Yu... don't do this..."

Song Yu could not listen. He rubbed her upright with his big palm, pinching or twisting.

Her skin is very white and her body is soft like water.

The teacher said he closed his eyes and started crying softly.

"Please..."

"Song Yu."

Her voice was intermittent, mixed with sobs and shallow □□.

He heard her begging and gradually came back with a rationality.

Song Yu's movements stopped suddenly and looked up at her face with pear blossoms.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

I suddenly woke up halfway.

"...Ah." He called her softly, but he didn't dare to shout.

His palm slowly covered her face with tears, and his hands slowly trembled.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly let go of her, his voice was hoarse: "I'm such a fucking bastard!"

After saying that, he left her.

A second later, the door clanged violently.

In the room, it was terrible.

The teacher said that he would hold his clothes tightly and curl up in the corner of the sofa, as pitiful as a small animal.

Her eyes were empty and confused, and her body kept trembling.

It seems that everything just now is an illusion.

The teacher cried softly.

Sadness, grief, grievance, pain.

The living room was filled with a faint smell of tobacco and alcohol.

It's his taste.

The teacher said that he buried his face in the bend of his legs and sobbed gently.

In my ears, the cell phone rang briefly.

The person who had not received a reply from the text message frowned and called again.

No one answered.

After waiting for a while, he called again, but no one answered.

I don’t know if it was a subconscious or a feeling, but Han Yu vaguely felt something was wrong.

He couldn't sit still anymore, so he quickly explained to the one who was on duty and left the hospital.

On the way, he directly sent Bai Yang over.
To be continued...