MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 63

【I want to live, even if you give me twenty years or ten years, I don’t trust them…】

What is the Great Confession? What is repentance?

I understand every word clearly, but it makes people very confused when combined.

"What..."

Song Bailao untied the bite stopper, threw it on the ground at will, and walked towards me.

"A practice of repenting of one's own sins." He kept shortening the distance between us, so close that our bodies would collide. I couldn't help but step back and was grabbed by him on the lower back. "Normally, I chant the scriptures in the morning and evening, but I didn't think it was deep enough, so I tattooed it on my body."

Body close to each other, breath blending, the scorching body heat penetrated through the fabric, as if it was going to burn into the bones.

The meaning of his words is not my first thought, I just want to push him away. We're too close, he's too close to me.

It doesn't work...

"I will repent for the things I have done all my life." Song Bailao raised his hand to caress my cheek, and gently rubbed my eyes with his thumb, "Ning Yu, I know I'm wrong, forgive me Me, don't push me out."

I stared at him blankly, I couldn't believe what I just heard. If he hadn't smelled of alcohol at all, I would have wondered if he was drunk.

Song Bailao, Song Bailao and I confessed wrong?

"You...you say it again?"

Maybe the problem is not with him, or maybe I'm in a dream.

The palm of the hand rests on his chest, the fingertips are slightly curled, I can clearly feel the strong heartbeat under the flesh, along the palm, mixed with mine.

If I was dreaming, would it feel so realistic?

Song Bailao became uncharacteristically obedient. I asked him to say it again, and he really said it again.

"I know I'm wrong, forgive me. Don't leave me, don't want me..." He held my face and slowly pressed his lips.

I let him kiss, just staring blankly, unable to return to my senses.

I thought he would never say it for the rest of his life, but he said it, not only said it, but also in such a pleading tone.

This is shocking.

My head is like stuffed with paste, confused, I don't know what is going on. When he came back to his senses, he had already picked me up with my hips and came to the bedside.

"Uh uh..." I couldn't hold it any longer, and I straightened up on his shoulders.

"Don't look at me like that..." He laid me down on the bed, propped himself up and looked at me for a moment, then suddenly covered my eyes with his hands, "I can't help it."

Cover with a shirt.

The vision and hearing are separated by a layer of fabric, making it appear a little hazy.

I don't know why he is doing this, and I don't know what his expression is.

"Don't move." He pressed my chest and told me to lie back.

My unspoken explanation was interrupted by him, so I had to swallow it again. Then, I felt his hand come up my waist, up my sweater.

When I felt something squishy and soft touch my stomach, I jumped up violently, and subconsciously reached out to stop it, but only touched a thick hair.

I weakly refused: "Song Bailao, don't touch there..."

Through the white fabric, I saw a vague figure crouching beneath me, as if not hearing me, continuing to kiss the tattoos there.

He even unbuttoned my pants…

"What do you do?"

I sat up in a panic, and my arms trembled as I licked the scar on my abdomen with the hot tip of my tongue, and almost fell back.

"Luo Mengbai said it too much, but there is no problem with this stimulation."

The breath is exhaled on the skin, like a small electric current running into the body. I shrank back and was held in place by his trousers, the loose waist of my trousers fell directly to my crotch.

Where is the problem? There is too much problem. If you admit your mistakes, you will admit your mistakes. Why do you suddenly do such a thing?

It's just like a little boy who is afraid of being abandoned, because he is too afraid, so he is eager to please me by all means. Make me soft-hearted, let me not bear to push him away.

The light and shadow in front of me were dim, I screamed suddenly, and quickly covered my mouth.

He just said... "This is a little exciting"? I'm afraid he has misunderstood my body.

A seasoned expert like him may not understand that for us rookies, there is no level of excitement, only the beginning and the end.

I once did the same thing to Song Bailao. At that time, I thought he was really hot, and my head was full of this idea. Now I finally understand why he is so hot. It was as if lava was boiling inside me, clamoring to erupt and pour out. He bit the back of his hand through his shirt, but he couldn't stop the groan that came out of his mouth.

The volcano is brewing, and it is hard to resist the urge to erupt. In three minutes, or less, everything is over.

I relaxed my teeth and fell into the bed, my chest heaving violently and my breathing was short. The clothes covering my face made me feel a little stuffy, and I pulled it apart gently. As soon as my vision recovered, Song Bailao kissed me.

The mouth is full of strange tastes.

My face was hot, and I couldn't tell if it was the event itself or the sudden end.

"Are you comfortable?" He released my lips and kissed my earlobe instead.

I didn't want to move one of my lazy fingers, and when he rubbed my side face, I felt like I was attacked by a huge beast.

You know he's coquettish, but you're still creepy.

"You left without even looking at me that day, and said I was disgusting..." I closed my eyes, "I came home in the rain, thinking all the way, that I did nothing wrong Anything, why do I have to endure all this? Not only do I have to be toyed with by Zhu Li, but also to be spurned by you, why? Because I am a humble beta, do I deserve it?"

Song Bailao froze completely, and after a while, a gentler and more lingering kiss fell on the corner of my eyes, cheeks, and the side of my neck.

"Sorry..."

"I told Ning Shi that I was pregnant, and she took me to a private clinic. They have a kindergarten at the back door, those children are so cute, I regret it and want to have a baby, but Ning Shi It's not allowed..." I opened my eyes, and there was a mist in front of my eyes, "They pressed me on the bed and opened up my body... My wound hurts so much... Ning Shi even used him to lie to me, to lie to me. It's so bitter... I said so much, why don't you believe me?"

I don't know if I have explained the ins and outs clearly, and I don't know if Song Bailao has understood it. It's more of a cathartic backlog, exposing the rotting sores and slicing out the bad in the hopes that it will heal faster.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Song Bailao said these three words in my ear over and over again, slowly tightening his arms and hugging me into his arms.

My hand rests on his back, and my fingertips press slightly.

"I never meant to hurt you, but you tortured me for so long...you tortured me for seven years...you made me hurt for seven years..."

He kissed my temples and the end of my eyes, a little helpless: "It's all my fault, I'm a bastard, don't cry."

Physically and mentally, I had a great night out.

Maybe I was really comfortable, I fell asleep in a daze for some reason, and when I woke up in the middle of the night, Song Bailao was still holding me.

I gently broke free from his embrace and sat up. He slept soundly, his eyebrows stretched, his lips slightly parted.

Maybe I was disturbed by me, he moved and didn't wake up, but the sleeping position changed from lying on his side to prone.

I hesitated for a moment, then pulled the quilt down on his body until it faded to his buttocks, revealing the full tattoo.

I took the mobile phone by the bedside and put the entire back into the mirror. Then I sent the photo to Daoist Weijing and asked him if he knew what these two Sanskrit words meant.

I didn't expect that it was so late, the other party didn't sleep, and came back quickly.

【Little friend, can you give a notice before you send something with color? The elderly are not in good health when they are old, and it is easy to get excited. And I'm a Taoist, Taoist, you know? We do not learn Sanskrit as a foreign language! 】

This is my negligence. I was a little hot, and I quickly apologized to him and asked him to rest early. Just as I put my phone back, the message came again.

I took a closer look and found that these two lines are a sentence in the Buddhist "Eighty-eight Buddhas' Confessions". 】

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