Chapter 3135
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I didn't know that alcohol could force a person into such a state.
But I also understood why so many people were obsessed with it. It was because the pain that was usually buried in the bottom of their hearts would only break out when they were on the brink of drunkenness and break free from all restraints.
At that moment, when all the pain was released, I felt great!
I vaguely remembered grabbing someone's collar and asking, "Tell me, why can't I like Yin Dongyu? Why?! "
"Why can't I kiss him?"
"Why can't I marry him?"
"Why … does he reject me when he clearly likes me?"
…
Yes.
Yin Dongyu liked me.
He thought that I would never grow up and would always be that ignorant girl.
But couldn't I tell?
When we kissed for the first time, I could see the intoxication and struggle in his eyes, the reluctance and conflict.
He cruelly pushed me away, but the emotions in his eyes made me realize that he wanted to hug me even more.
I hated that I had the same blood as him flowing in my body. If I could, give me a knife and I would be willing to bleed clean.
That night, I was surrounded by the strong smell of alcohol and deafening music.
Some people say that a girl's first time is like a sacred ceremony.
I don't know how to describe my first night.
If I had to use words to describe it, it would be like a cruel torture or a sacrifice.
I used all my happiness and beauty to pay tribute to my pitiful and humble persistence.
This might be the price of growth and sobriety, but the price was too deep.
There were many cases of girls going astray during puberty on television. Whether it was the news or television series, it didn't seem to give me much of a warning.
The next morning, when I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw an empty ceiling. I stared blankly.
What pulled me back to reality was the strangeness of my body.
I had read many novels, but there was no description of the first time, such as being run over by a truck or the heart-wrenching pain.
However, the burning sensation in a certain part of my body reminded me that my body had quietly changed without my knowledge.
I saw the blanket covering me and sat up, only to realize that there was someone lying beside me.
When I turned to look, I saw it more clearly.
It was an unfamiliar teenager.
Who did he say?
Why was he lying here too?
More importantly, why was he as naked as me?
I clenched the blanket tightly and mustered up my courage to look at my body under the blanket. His hand was still wrapped around my waist.
I couldn't have been more sober.
It was like a blow to the head, and the nerves all over his body were tense to the point of pain.
There was a tearing pain at the base of his thigh.
What was even more heart-wrenching than this pain was the blankness and numbness in my heart, as well as the little bit of shame I had left.
However, I didn't scream. Or perhaps the scream was stuck in my throat because of the humiliation. I couldn't scream or swallow it!
I just sat there blankly. It was as if my brain had been emptied by an invisible hand. I didn't shout or cry.
I thought it was a dream, and I expected it to be a dream.
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