DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 7 Mr. Lynch was a little fool.
Marlene lay upright in bed.
What was this for?
Tristan followed and lay down. The man's sense of existence was terrible, and he even gave an order, "Hold me."
What the fuck!
Marlene silently moved to the side, but her hand was forcibly caught by the man.
"Little lunatic, you are so troublesome that you can't understand anything."
Tristan scolded and her, and then pulled her arm as his pillow.
Then he crouched up and lay on his side in her direction, with a long leg directly across her.
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Didn't hug me if you felt it troublesome.
Looking at his wild and presumptuous posture like a child, Marlene felt speechless in her heart.
His sleeping posture was really...
When his sister died, he was just a little fool, right?
"Sister, our father came to see me today."
The man suddenly stared at her and opened his mouth. The voice of sarcasm and mockery came out from his throat. "How ridiculous it is! He asked me to give him money to fool around with women. I'm his son!"
The man relied on her. "Now I still leave a manor for him to live in. If he goes on like this, I will drive him out to beg, OK?"
He said that as if he were saying something very usual.
The father asked money from the son to fool around women. What kind of family was this?
"When you left, I was 9 years old, and I couldn't give you anything. Now I am 25 years old, and I have everything, but I still can't give you anything."
The man suddenly smiled wryly, and his eyes become dim, which looked no longer frivolous and cold-blooded.
Marlene listened with no expression.
Although she didn't know what happened, she just felt a pity.
But anyway, could he stop pressing her so hard?
She felt that she was going to be squashed by his long legs.
"Sister, you patted me as when we were young." The man ordered.
Marlene didn't do that.
Tristan simply grabbed her hand pillowed by him and forced her to pat his back.
It seemed that he was the mental patient, right?
Marlene was very speechless, her
hand was folded exaggerated.
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Before her arm was broken, she
chose to surrender, hugged his neck and patted in his back.
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Her action was very heavy.
And mechanical.
Like a real mental patient.
She just wanted to beat him to death.
"That's better." Tristan was finally satisfied with her performance, and he leaned on her again.
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He closed his eyes slowly.
Marlene patted him slowly.
For the first time in her life, she was in bed with a man, and his hot breath brushed her neck like a feather, itching her toes up.
After a long time, Tristan lost his voice.
She turned her eyes and secretly looked at him, and the latter was already asleep.
His hair was still half wet, his long and narrow eyes were closed, his handsome nose cast a shadow on one side, and his thin lips pursed.
He was good-looking, but always said something very bloody. And he also liked to remember the past holding a mental patient.
She really didn't know whether he was abnormal or nostalgic.
Marlene's hand was very tired. Seeing he fall asleep, she then stopped and wanted to take her hand under his head out.
As soon as she moved, the man's imperative voice suddenly sounded. "Keep patting."
Marlene cried.
The flying white snow fell down finely, and the whole Multiflora Manor was pure white.
Soon, this white was destroyed.
Screams were heard everywhere.
A beautiful young girl stood in the courtyard, her eyes full of crazy murder, and her fruit knife stabbed
into the body of a servant and then got out.