Always in Love with You

It was a small apartment with a bedroom, a living room and a living room.

Simon was not shameless enough to be in front of her. When she was shrinking into the sofa, the door of the bedroom was slammed shut.

She didn't know if it was because of the bad sound insulation effect of the room or because of the loud noise in the bedroom, she just covered her ears with her hands, and those ambiguous sounds that made people blush and heart beat continue to go into her head.

She lay on the sofa for a long time, and the bedroom was still open. The reason why Simon was so brutal was that he wanted to wake up Avril all night. Of course, he wanted to make a display of his strength to her.

She couldn't fall asleep. After a few rounds, she was attracted by a light colored light on the tea table. She sat up and leaned over. It was the moonlight reflected by her cell phone.

It was Avril's phone. It might be put in her head when she came here. She had already guessed what Simon would do to her, and before she came here, she had already made up her mind what to do.

Clenching her phone, she glanced around. She was the only one in the living room, not under surveillance. He put his phone back to his pocket, stood up quietly, opened the door and went out.

A cold wind mixed with the salty and fishy smell rushed over her, causing her to have goose bumps. She subconsciously wrapped her coat more tightly, but she still trembled with cold.

Celsius. She was wearing a thin coat in the autumn weather. She didn't even get out of her bedroom. In contrast, she was almost naked in

wind blowing. The feeling like being soaked in ice eroded her body

no signal, it meant no problem. No wonder that Simon was so generous that there was no monitor. Now she was like

a state of high tension. Many images flashed through her mind, most of which was the scene that Avril was bullied. And the scene that Bruce suddenly pushed

the darkness in her heart was even deeper than the night. Fortunately, it was early in the

nose. It felt like a orchid blossoming in a seafood market, silently emitting a

the scent and went downstairs. Wall lamps were on in the hallway. Under the dim light, people could

they went down, the stronger the fragrance was, with a faint smell of smoke. It was more like She recalled that she had gone to a temple with her classmates, where the incense was carefully held by some kind-hearted men and women,

in front of him was sweeter and more attractive than

was praying to God? Or maybe it's written

idea popped out from nowhere. With her empty eyes and

gloomy everywhere. There seemed to be no