girlfriend's brother

The blood on Song Han's white shirt gradually faded, the blood on his skin gradually dried up and disappeared, and his cracked face slowly healed until he returned to his white and clean appearance.

The smile on his face was pure and warm, and his eyes were shining with fiery light without a trace of concealment.

Zhou Hui stood in place resignedly until he was wrapped by a tall body.

For the first time, he discovered that the other person's body can also be warm, and it can even be said to be scorching hot.

If a person has a heartbeat even after death, he must be able to feel the fanatical heartbeat of the other party.

Song Han hugged him tightly, wrapped his arms around his upper body, and rubbed his cheek against his left cheek and neck. The warm breath on his skin caused goose bumps instead.

The back of Zhou Hui's head was pressed vigorously with one hand, and the temperature felt from skin to skin was so real and uncomfortable.His body trembled slightly, with both hands hanging by his sides, struggling desperately to push away the person hugging him, but he couldn't move every part of his body.

The other party's warm breath and sticky touch gradually extended from the neck to the chin, and finally to the lips.

When his own lips were pressed against another soft and moist one, Zhou Hui completely collapsed, his eyes were wide open, staring at the face that was pasted against him.

The two faces were so close that he could clearly see the other's slightly fluttering eyelashes and the desire surging under the fiery eyes.

He whimpered in fear, and subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but the other party took the opportunity to invade his mouth.

The jaw was pinched and forced to open the mouth. The soft tongue of the other party stirred in the mouth, licking and sweeping every mucous membrane in the mouth. The sticky stirring sound made people sick.

Zhou Hui felt that his throat was about to be pierced, and it kept tightening and contracting.The soft and flexible object that invaded the mouth seemed to be infinitely extended, constantly exploring in it, closely chasing his tongue, touching and twisting with his tongue.

Song Han was like a hungry beast, he finally found the water source, and once he tasted the sweetness, he refused to leave again.

After entanglement for a long time, Zhou Hui's consciousness began to slacken, his mouth was numb, and his body and head were pressed tightly against the opponent's body and lips.

After an unknown amount of time, the shackles on his body finally disappeared, and he couldn't bear it any longer, leaning down and retching violently.

It's a pity that he hasn't eaten all day, and he can't spit out anything. His stomach is twitching, and his throat is throbbing out.

Someone patted his back lightly, and stretched out an arm across his body to gently massage his abdomen. Zhou Hui raised his eyes and glanced at the face of the person beside him, as if stimulated, another burst Unbearable retching.

When he was relieved, he pushed away the person who was supporting him: "Go away! You pervert!"

After a lot of vomiting, he was now completely weak. With such a push, the opponent didn't move at all, but he was pushed back two steps by the rebound.He stared at the hotness in Song Han's eyes that hadn't faded, and said "Pooh", wiped his lips fiercely, and cursed: "Are you disgusting or not? Shameless? You monster!"

He and Song Nuan have been dating for several years, and they have never done such an intimate act. To be raped unscrupulously by a man, or a dead person, makes him sick just thinking about it.

Song Han stared at Zhou Hui's pale face, and after licking off the remaining moisture on his lips, he stroked his lower lip with his fingers, as if reminiscing about the taste just now, and smiled happily: "Monster?"

"why are you laughing?"

The smile on Song Han's face gradually disappeared, the desire in his eyes dissipated, and a sense of determination welled up in his eyes: "Why were you born in this world? For more than ten years, I lived according to their wishes, no matter how hard it was, I didn't care. I could have put up with this, you turned me into a monster!"

"You are talking nonsense! All of this is your own choice, and it is your own fault!"

Zhou Hui roared hoarsely, he couldn't bear it anymore, why should he bear the consequences of others' crimes.

Song Han laughed distortedly: "If that's the case, then I will obey my will and kill the last person beside you, and then... I will drag you to hell with me!"

A person's name flashed through Zhou Hui's mind, and his face turned pale immediately: "You...don't act recklessly. Don't think you can do whatever you want, be careful of retribution!"

Song Han smiled inexplicably, his body became transparent, he leaned over and pecked Zhou Hui's lips before disappearing.

Zhou Hui could see the cunning in the opponent's eyes clearly, and just as he was about to warn him, the surroundings suddenly turned and changed again.

He looked around in confusion, and found that he was still in the original room, and everything around him was covered with a thin layer of dust. Everything just now seemed to have never happened, leaving no trace.

How can Gao Yuanxia be saved?

What should I do to get rid of that person?

Zhou Hui thought about a solution in his mind, walked out of the room weakly, went down to the living room, and saw the framed photo of the Song family of four again.

He suddenly remembered what Aunt Song Nuan and Gao Yuanxia had said about Song Han's three years before he went to college, and he suddenly wondered what happened in those three blank years. The death of the second elder of the Song family might have something to do with it.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked towards a strange room on the second floor.

He had no time to worry about whether Song Han was still in this house, anyway, he couldn't escape wherever he went, so he simply figured out everything.

He can only pray now that the house has not been cleared.

Going upstairs, the largest room at the end of the corridor is the master bedroom of the Song family.

Zhou Hui walked to the door and gently opened the door. The dilapidated condition inside was even worse than Song Nuan's room. Not only was there more dust, but many things began to fall apart.

"Strange, hasn't Mrs. Song cleaned this room again? Why is it so messy?"

The scene in front of him was a bit surprising, Zhou Hui walked inside muttering.

The room is very large, with a double bed in the center, and the sheets and bedding have been removed.On the wall beside the bed is a photo of the couple hugging a boy doll. The doll looks to be less than 2 years old, has just grown a few front teeth, has big round eyes, and is full of innocent and lovely smiles. But another face of his grown up flashed in the face, and he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

Fortunately, all the things inside have not been cleaned up, and there are some books, items, etc. left behind. Maybe Song Nuan's aunt deliberately kept the house as it was after taking over.The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and there were a few petite footprints. According to the size, it should be the feet of a double adult woman. There were small dots next to the footprints, which looked like marks of sticks.

Zhou Hui thought of Aunt Song's family who was on crutches, and thought she had already been here.

I just don't know why, but when I saw the mess in the room, I didn't tidy it up, but turned around and left.

He walked to a table in the center of the room, flipping through the things on it.Father Song was born in an intellectual family and studied abroad when he was young. He is a man of great knowledge and knowledge. There are several psychological books in English in a corner of his desk. Zhou Hui then turned a few pages and looked at those crooked English heads. big.

He used to worry that after dating Song Nuan, he would be advised by his father to read more whenever he came to visit, and often discussed with him such profound things as philosophy and psychology.If Zhou Hui loved reading, he wouldn't have gone out to the society. At that time, he felt bored and unappealing. Now that he thinks about what Song's father said, he can be forgiven.

It's just that Song's father is so strict with his unmarried son-in-law, let alone his own son who has high hopes for him.Zhou Hui remembered that every time he came, Song Nuan's brother would stay in the room or practice the piano in the living room, and it would be depressing after a long time.

There is a glass cabinet on one side of the room, which is filled with various trophies and certificates and the family's graduation certificates, including those of Song's father and mother, and those of Song Han and Song Nuan.Zhou Hui looked up at a cabinet full of diplomas and trophies that he had dared to think about all his life, and he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

He used to be able to feel the high quality of the Song family all the time, but he never thought that the family's academic qualifications were so strong.

"Pity……"

Sighing, he stroked a trophy.

Suddenly, he found a fingerprint on the trophy, which was put on after dust fell. Except for Aunt Song, he couldn't think of anyone who would come here and touch the things here.Since it is her, then she may know the structure here, and it may not be certain that there are any hidden compartments.Zhou Hui twirled the trophy buckle for a while, and found that there was something different on one side. He pressed hard, and there was a rattling sound from a corner, as if something had opened.

He squatted down to search for a while, only to find that there was a crack in the bottom shelf of the cabinet. He pushed the board aside, revealing a small safe hidden inside.He lifted the safe out, only to find that the cabinet was unlocked and the key was still inserted in the hole. It must have been Song Nuan's aunt who opened it and left the things in a hurry.

He took out a book from the cabinet. It was a notebook with four handwritten words on the cover: Therapy Diary.

Those four characters have beautiful fonts and slender strokes, which are more like Song Mu's handwriting.

Zhou Hui turned to the first page, which recorded something:

"On April 4, xxx, Xiaohan didn't come home on time every day recently. He was also very abnormal at home recently. I decided to follow Xiaohan to see what he did after school every day."

"On April 4, xxx, I discovered that Xiaohan always sneaked to the window of a classroom to lie on his stomach after school, not knowing what he was looking at. That classroom was where Xiaonuan and Xiaohui were. He might have gone to see his sister. However, he has always been very indifferent to his sister, which is not like his style. I decided to observe for a while before talking."

"On May 5, xxx, I found that Xiaohan was a little strange. I was very worried. I hope that as a mother, I think too much."