Chapter 6 — Old Love Knocks on My Door

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Quy Da was angered by me and left. But before leaving, he still washed the dishes, wiped the table and took out the trash. I wonder if this is a punishment for lying or not. That night, Giang Tu opened the ventilation window and forgot to close it. Caused me to be bitten by mosquitoes all night. The next morning, there were two bumps on my neck, and one more near my collarbone. When preparing to go to work, I still scolded Giang Tu:

"Look, it's all your fault. How can I go out now that I'm like this?"

Giang Tu is extremely unjust:

“I didn't mean it.”

He pulled up the hem of his shirt to show me. There were also several burn marks on its chest and abdomen.

“Look, aren't I even more pathetic?”

I raised my hand and hit it:

“You deserve it!”

Giang Tu suddenly fell silent, raised his chin and gestured behind me. I turned around. Quy Da was standing in front of the door, quietly looking at us. I don't know how much of the conversation he just heard. I was considering whether to explain this as a mosquito bite or not when he suddenly turned around and went back into the house, closing the door with a "bang". Alright. Looks like he heard everything. I thought he would continue bombarding me with messages like before. Unexpectedly, the whole day at work, the phone remained silent. On the contrary, it is me who constantly checks my phone. Lost focus all day. I think maybe he really has given up hope. Obviously this is the result I want, but for some reason I feel empty inside. Coming home from work, I unconsciously glanced at the door of the apartment next door. The door was still ajar. The next second, a long, strong hand reached out from the crack in the door, yanking me inside.

With a bang, the door closed again.

Quy Da pinned me behind the door. The bottom of his eyes were filled with emotions that had been suppressed for too long. Neither of them said anything, just looked at each other silently for several minutes. Then he slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing the red mark on my neck.

“He did it?”

“Not really…”

I was about to explain, but you interrupted.

“At this point, you also want to protect him?”

The corners of his eyes were red, his whole body looked like he was about to break.

“Do you know I'm going crazy?”

“Just thinking about you living right next to me, a wall away, but living with another man…”

“I just want to smash that wall.”

I was startled:

“Don't get excited, that's a load-bearing wall.”

Quy Da was so angry that he burst out laughing.

“Tong Chi Ninh, don't you have a heart?”

He suddenly pulled up his shirt, using his teeth to hold the hem of the shirt. The tall figure completely covered me. He held my hand and placed it on his chest.

"Try to touch it. It's about to die."

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As soon as I touched it, I couldn't help but squeeze it twice. It feels even better than before. That's fucking muscle memory. Quy Da groaned softly. Breathing suddenly became rapid, chest heaving. His eyes locked on me, almost wanting to see right through me.

"Tong Chi Ninh, look at me. Didn't you say that this body has been marked by you?"

In the past, when my feelings were most passionate, I liked to leave red marks on his body. And very solemnly declared:

"Qui Da, these are all my seals. Once sealed, from now on you are mine."

I turned my head away. When faced with a difficult question to answer, I chose not to answer. Quy Da, like a betrayed husband, continued to complain:

“So the things you once did to me, can now be done to someone else?”

“So what should I do?”

I don't know how to explain to Quy Da. I'm just a poor person, I can't pay the price commensurate with your beauty. But he held my hand and pressed it on his chest muscle. That wasn't enough, he also guided my hand slowly down. The t-shirt hem got stuck at his waist. I'm just a normal, healthy woman who loves guys. The ability to be patient also has limits.

“You brought it on yourself.”

I turned around and pushed Quy Da against the wall. Standing on tiptoe, forcefully kissed his lips. The memories of the body just touched were ignited. We wrapped around each other from the entrance to the living room, falling onto the sofa together. Just when I was about to lose control, I suddenly remembered that Giang Tu said he had something to tell me after work. Is it almost time for him to leave work now? Reason immediately returned. I quickly pushed Quy Da away. His shirt was now almost completely removed.

“No, I have to go home.”

I touched my lips that were kissed until they were swollen and speechless:

"Are you a dog? Bite that hard?"

Quy Da lay sideways on the sofa, curling her lips and smiling provocatively:

"It was originally my dog."