Bleeding love

He said what he wanted to do would not let go. He said, only after completely subdued, I was free. He said, he can not from any tricks to achieve the purpose. So, I can not escape, nor can I hide.
Except for the deal, I have no choice. Coping with superhuman extravagant men, the only way to do that is to let him automatically let go of his hand. I'm not his first woman, trusting not the last one. Although he was my first man, but I'm not the last.
Summer rain is always fast and fast, like his extravagant working style. The rain will blow away the wind, will leave the scene chaotic. But at least, before the rain stops, it gradually softens, softens the land that has just been destroyed, and he, after finishing the job, does not leave any kind of gentle warmth.
The sound of the engine stopped in the wind and rain, the lights on the marble carved into the flowers, turned off. I opened the car door, put the bag on my head and ran toward the door. Even though the distance is not two or thirty steps, it is enough to wet my clothes, making me a mice rat.
The door quickly opened, the maid rushed me into the room, panicked: "Miss, why do not you wait in the car for a while?"
The cold, cold rain washed over my chilly pearly cheeks, down the high red carpet at my feet, splashing in a dazzling water. I look at the clock hanging from the corner of the stairs, quietly breathe a sigh of relief, then look for his strong silhouette in the living room.
Suddenly, a soft dry towel flew straight into my face, my hands clasped firmly on my head, roughly wiping my hair long and short. Before getting choked, I fought off the towel, gasping for breath. In front of my eyes was the chin chanting with his big thighs, raising his head up, facing his cold dark eyes.