Chapter 4 — Two-person household registration

07. I refused to call him, but he thought of all kinds of ways to torture me. He had to force me until I couldn't bear it anymore, sobbing and calling him "brother" before letting go. But sometimes, after I called him, he didn't immediately let go, but just quietly stared at my lips, not knowing what he was thinking. I had to kick him once before he suddenly woke up and quickly left my room. I'm not stupid. How he treated me, I didn't realize it once or twice, but after a long time, how could I not understand. As for why he didn't say it directly, I also know. He wanted to wait until I was an adult before going public. He is always patient. Sooner or later there will be a day when you can't hold back. That's why I met my online friend "Little White Rabbit", we talked for more than two years, and when we turned eighteen, we officially got together. After settling down for the first year, we arranged to meet. I think, when I have a lover, Trieu Duc Trach will probably die. Unexpectedly, things would eventually turn out like this. Thinking back, "Little White Rabbit" and I have been together for half a year, so wouldn't it mean that Trieu Duc Trach and I have also been... in love for half a year? As soon as I thought of this truth, I suddenly woke up.—There were no windows in the basement, only a tightly closed iron door, not letting in a ray of light. The small bedside table lamp was very dimly lit, I could only see clearly around the bed. I don't know if it's his weird hobby or not, but the bedsheets and pillowcases all turned black. I was wearing a white shirt lying on top, making the image even more contradictory — both innocent and sexy. Feeling a dull pain in my waist, I tried to move my legs, and immediately the sound of iron chains clicking was heard. I sighed, not knowing how long Trieu Duc Trach was going to go crazy. While in a daze, the basement door suddenly opened. In the dim light, I saw him walking towards me carrying a bowl of porridge. From last night until now, I don't know how long it has been, my stomach is hungry. Looking at the bowl of fragrant seafood porridge, I reached out to receive it. But just as he was about to touch, he dodged away. I frowned, looking at him confused. The next second, a spoonful of porridge was brought to my mouth. I did not refuse, obediently opened my mouth to eat. The porridge is very delicious, very fragrant. After waiting for a while and seeing no movement, I glared angrily: "If you want to feed me, feed me quickly, don't be slow." As if being amused by my impatient appearance, he leaned down and kissed me softly, curling his lips: "Want to eat?" "Call 'brother' and I will feed you."08. I pursed my lips, not wanting to open my mouth. It was clearly just a normal way of addressing him, but when it came to Trieu Duc Trach, he suddenly became shady. Seeing that I didn't call, he was in no hurry, just patiently knelt on one knee beside the bed, waiting. At that moment, my stomach growled again. I glanced at him shyly and was caught again. He didn't expose it, but deliberately pretended to be surprised, smiling teasingly: "Our baby's stomach is also growling." "What's wrong, didn't you fill me up last night?" I had to compromise. Even though he was unwilling, if he still refused to call, I didn't know what else this old scoundrel would say. I could only grit my teeth and call out decisively: "Brother." "I'm very hungry, hurry up." Hearing that, Trieu Duc Trach's eyes darkened, he didn't say anything, but looked at me with hot eyes, as if he wanted to devour me immediately. This meal, I ate while feeling nervous. When the porridge was finished, I breathed a sigh of relief. But the next second, he suddenly kissed her down. Compared to kissing, it's more like biting. The body was pressed tightly against the bed, struggling was useless. His hands were restless, one hand tightened around my waist, constantly rubbing through the shirt, numbing and itching, making me tremble. In my ear, a deep, hoarse voice filled with patience: "Baby, you're full, but I'm still alive."

hungry.” “Please pity me a little.” “Hmm?”