She discovered that the longer she lived together, the more she liked the little dumplings, even a day without seeing her would be crazy, if one If you don't hug a child a day, you will always feel that something is missing.
This is also not a good sign...
After getting home, Monica Halley gently carried Pugsley into the bedroom.
David Waymond leaned against the door, his eyes gentle: "I've been bothering you these past few days."
Monica Halley pulled the blanket over Pugsley, closed the door and exited: "Don't mind, I like Pugsley too."
Hesitating a little, she said happily, "Pugsley's condition is getting better, maybe the time will come when I don't need to be here anymore!"
David Waymond's face suddenly sank: "Do you really want to leave?"
Monica Halley was forced to take a step back by her sharp gaze: "This... I'll have to wait until Pugsley settles down, bothering everyone for so long, I'm really sorry!"
David Waymond: "No disturbance."
Monica Halley didn't know what to do, could only raise her head and look David Waymond in the eye, "But I'll be bothered."
David Waymond's brow furrowed: "Mind?"
"That's right." Monica Halley took a deep breath and opened her mouth to say: "Honestly, I'm not the type of person to live with any principles, here I always have to pay attention to every word and gesture..." David Waymond: "I do
n't needs attention."
Monica Halley rubbed her forehead, reluctantly said: "Okay, this matter is not a problem, but I also need to have my own life, sometimes I will bring friends home to play, after work, I also need a letter. relax a bit, race cars, go to bars... if you meet a handsome guy, it's inevitable to bring home overnight..." "
Enough!" When David Waymond heard that, his face became more and more difficult to see, and could not help but cut her off.
Late at night, Monica Halley lay in bed, but her mind was constantly wandering.
There was a crazy disaster that she dragged anyone home, those who had intentions with her or wanted to have a one-night stand with her were dragged into an alley to beat her father to call her mother. Especially men who have a wedding ring on their hand.
As for her sex life...
It's also pathetic, she only had one experience five years ago...
Maybe it's because the first time created such a big obsession, she herself for this kind of thing. This always feels so disgusting.
Tonight David Waymond was irritated by her, but there was no other way, sooner or later she had to bring up the matter, or else she left before the situation got worse.
A little distance from him was better than if one day her most disgusting evils were exposed in front of him.
Unstable mood results in miscellaneous dreams in the middle of the night.
In her sleep, her ears seemed to echo all kinds of screams...
" Monica Halley, on what basis do you argue with me? Apart from bloodline, you are nothing more than a waste! "
"You still have the face to ask that bastard, what do you want to do? Did you give birth to it and raise it?"
"Premature baby, just born dead, the body has already been disposed of!"
" Monica Halley, I tell you, from now on this Giz Halley is supposed to be without a daughter! You and House Halley have nothing to do with it!"
" Monica, I'm so sorry, let's break up! I will ignore everything and treat you like a sister to take care of.." ...
She
ran desperately, ran away, wanted to hide from all the bars. that scary sound...
She ran to the top floor of the hospital, below was a ten thousand feet deep, under that abyss there seemed to be magic power to lure her to take a step forward...
Finally, She closed her eyes and jumped into it...
When she fell, she didn't suddenly wake up like every other day, but fell into another beautiful dream.
Every day isn't a nightmare, it's a bit like... a dream... spring...
Previously, she used to have the same dream, but each time was accompanied by great fear and helplessness, but this time it seems a little different.
A very gentle breath of cold air touched her forehead, eyes, nose, lips...
She did not feel the filthy loathing like before, but on the contrary, she felt that she was a treasure. the object that the other party values the most.
Who is this...
Who, it hurts...
Why bite her?
Although David Waymond desperately tried to suppress it, he finally couldn't control it and ran into her room, obviously knowing that he couldn't wake her up, but the movement was out of control but a little more violent.
This woman could easily drive him mad!
"If you meet a handsome guy, it's inevitable to bring it home overnight" --- these words were like a meteor falling to the earth, smashing his mind to ashes.
His mouth slid to the young neck, the lust in his chest became even more uncontrollable, he mercilessly bit like a wild animal that conquered its prey with the most primitive method... "Hmm, that
... The smell
of blood filled her ears, and her faint voice suddenly came to her ears. David Waymond's
spine stiffened , his whole body as if a basin of cold water was poured from head to toe.
The man still kept his head buried in her neck, the pain transmitted made Monica Halley almost scream, but could only hold back, she awkwardly reminded: "Cough, I... I just... just sleep, you don't have to sleep like the dead, you... you make such a big move... I'll wake up..."
At first, she tried to coordinate a bit of pretending, but in the end she couldn't. Again, the pain is gone!
At this moment, David Waymond's dark eyes seemed to merge with the darkness, he slowly raised his head, his eyes still fixed on her, his fingers squeezed her chin, gently caressed, his voice haunted. like coming from hell: "Yeah, awake... so what?"
As soon as she finished speaking, one shot locked her hands on the top of her head, then lowered her head, without hesitation, kissed her lips...
"Ah..." Monica Halley instinctively wanted to escape, but her hands were locked, and her legs were also blocked by his knees.
Damn it, what kind of situation is this?
Is she still dreaming?
Until the oxygen in Monica Halley's chest became less and less and less and less, David Waymond finally let go of her lips, moved to the neck that had just been bitten, and licked with his hot tongue. back and forth over the wound as a reassurance but it sent shivers down the back of one's neck...
"Hey, David Waymond... David Waymond..." Monica Halley called out a few times, but the other still didn't respond, just busy busy with his work.
At this moment, he did not have the daily seriousness, much less the gentleness she was familiar with, his sharp teeth coupled with lust kept sliding from his neck to his collarbone, even lower and lower. ..
"No... Don't want to!"
The fragments of memories hidden in her memory flooded in, like a muddy puddle pulling her down, making her whole body tremble.
Just at the moment when Monica Halley was so miserable that she didn't want to live, suddenly the other person's movements stopped, only a heavy and hard body like a mountain was pressing on her, not moving.
The feeling of shortness of breath as if sinking into the mud suddenly disappeared, leaving only a daze...
"Luc... David Waymond?" Monica Halley probed, patting the man on the shoulder, no response.
Waiting for more than ten seconds, the other party still did not move, so as not to alarm David Waymond, Monica Halley gently turned her body to the side.
Borrowing the moonlight outside the window, she saw the man lying quietly with his eyes closed like a sleeping monarch. It was like the crazy beast that bit the person just now wasn't him.
Meet the devil, what's going on with this?
"Could it be... Could it be sleepwalking?!" Monica Halley grumbled.
It seems that only this interpretation is sounding good.
But isn't the way David Waymond sleepwalks too unique? In the middle of the night, the third watch ran to her room and took her to bite and gnaw like a vampire, and still can answer her?
David Waymond was breathing evenly, looking like he was fast asleep.
"Hello! Monica! Why are you calling me now! Did something happen?" Isaac Waymond's voice was so loud it sounded like he was shouting.
Monica Halley was worried that this late call would disturb him, but as a result, Isaac Waymond was extremely excited when she called, he seemed to be in a very noisy place, seemed to be night dance.
"Isaac Waymond, I have a question for you!"
"You ask, ask!"
"Your brother.."
"How is my brother? How?"
"..." Is this person a repeater? Talk also have to say twice!
Monica Halley was silent for a moment, then worriedly asked, "Is your brother sleepwalking?"