Wife's Heart is Like a Knife - Chapter 62 Shrimp

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I felt a blankness in my mind, as if I had been suddenly stabbed.
The woman leaned forward on her tiptoes for support. Her black testicles swung wildly back and forth as if showing off, so violently that it made one want to take a hammer and smash them.
It took me several seconds to catch my breath.
I hadn't seen what was behind the curtains before, so I hadn't paid attention to the shadow behind the room. But now, looking closely, I could see a rough human figure in the shadow behind the woman, and even a blurry black line hanging from the ceiling connecting to it...
The "ladyboy," head bowed, had a mysterious, vibrant red tinged with the back-and-forth movement of her black testicles as her pale body trembled. I couldn't hear a sound, but I could see the shock she was experiencing.
The shadows behind her shimmered like patches in the setting afternoon sun, melting into the darkness like burnt charcoal, making them difficult to see.
There was a wind, whistling in my ears.
I felt as if I were watching some kind of horror movie, as if some non-primate life form existed in the darkness of that room. And the woman's pure white, perfect body behind the white curtains resembled a goddess being corrupted.
The people around me were still excitedly filming. Because I was standing at the back, they didn't seem to have seen much from the angle when the curtains were blown open. So they were still focused on filming the "ladyboy's" body with its huge chest swinging.
Xiao Zhang made a cold, whooshing sound, while Xiao Gong kept inhaling and hissing.
Because of the space I made, Lao Cai had already squeezed his way up, leaving me behind in the crowd.
I was holding my phone, my mind completely blank.
Since the phone has been inactive, the screen has reverted to the screen saver.
On the screen, bathed in warm sunlight, Lin Qian wore khaki coral fleece pajamas. She wrinkled her nose, held a pomegranate in her hand, and smiled like a soft-fuzzy puppy. Every time I see this image, I have an urge to hug her. I remember her reaching out to me and asking, "Want some pomegranate?"
I took this photo of her unintentionally on the Mid-Autumn Festival two years ago. Her skin tone is very suitable for khaki, especially when paired with a mid-length dress, giving her a very ladylike temperament. She usually looks quite pure and proud when she's not smiling, but that day when she smiled, she had a childlike face.
I was quite surprised, so I told her, "Don't move, I'll take a picture of you."
I asked her to do it again, and she very seriously followed my instructions to restore the movements and expressions, doing it several times.
Then after seeing the photos, she kept asking, "What's so good about it?" I explained to her many times what was so good about it, and she would deliberately ask that question every time, many times over.
She commented that the movements were very interesting, and what I liked most about her was her slightly childlike demeanor.
But she still chose this picture of me looking at the camera as my screensaver because she felt it had a more gentle and serene feel to it.
Suddenly, I felt an intense sense of sadness and loneliness.
Amidst the surrounding noise...
I suddenly wondered if I had misheard or misread anything just now, in that brief moment. It was such a coincidence; it wasn't just her phone that rang with that same sound. And the sound wasn't coming from that house.
This thought made my heart rate increase slightly.
The wind was strong, howling past my ears, and I felt a sense of panic and helplessness.
The woman behind the curtains seemed to slow her movements, achieving a kind of balance between darkness and light.
The black mass between the woman's legs was still swaying, albeit much slower, disgusting yet seemingly patient, like an old but experienced jackal.
When Lao Cai noticed me standing at the back, he turned around in surprise and asked, "Boss, how did I end up at the back?"
He quickly moved aside.
I waved my hand, holding my phone, "No need, I suddenly remembered I have some documents I'm sending to the company..."
Xiao Zhang: "Boss, you're really amazing. You're still thinking about work at a time like this."
Xiao Gong muttered to himself, "The storage space might not be enough, I don't know if I have enough bandwidth to upload to the cloud..."
The group quickly turned back and left.
I don't know what others think. My feelings for Lin Qian might give me the feeling that even if we divorce, I don't want to see her suffer. This is less of an emotion and more of a desire to prevent her from being unhappy.
Let's say it had a good beginning and a good end...
My mood has returned to a state of uncertainty; I don't know if this person is the one I'm looking for, and this uncertainty leaves me in a state of conflicting emotions.
I heard that brat frantically reciting, "How are you, Tom? You look unhappy." "How are you, Tom? You look unhappy." "How are you, Tom? You look unhappy..."
I made a decision in my heart.
I can't say that I'll make a decision about what to do next without being sure if it's true or not.
So I gritted my teeth and dialed the number again. My fingers were trembling slightly.
I think whether it's true or false, this is a big deal, and I have to confirm it.
After waiting what felt like an eternity, the receiver finally picked up a connection with a "beep beep...beep..." sound.
My heart was pounding, and I didn't even dare to look directly at the woman across from me, who was looking down and slowly swaying her hips.
I'm listening intently to everything, yet I hope I can't hear anything. If I can't hear anything, then everything is just a farce to me.
The child's English pronunciation sounded like a ghostly scream: "What do you smell? I smell the darkness coming." "What do you smell? The stink of l..."
A profound sense of dread filled me, a feeling of oppression akin to walking alone in the dark. It was like watching a horror movie, the terror of anticipating a potentially malicious enemy in endless darkness.
For what felt like centuries, I didn't hear a single cell phone ring from the other end. All I heard was that mad kid screaming.
I felt as excited as if I had won the lottery.
A gust of wind blew through the corners of the walls and corridors of the residential area, its whistling sound sounding like a scream.
I thought to myself: Yes, that's it. Lin Qian was at work, preparing to go home and spend some time alone with me, while I was also getting ready to leave work.
The woman opposite, who was unable to resist swaying her voluptuous hips, had been looking down, but suddenly sat up and turned around as if looking at something.
A surge of boundless rage welled up inside me. I clearly hadn't heard anything. "Get down, you idiot! What are you looking back at?!"
A child's strange English pronunciation filled my ears, a jumbled string of incantations: "gofnn hupadgh shub-niggurath.?" "μ?×ó?°?????¤êé?y?ˉ?°·t????ì¨..."
The woman turned her head left and right as if trying to confirm something.
I couldn't help but curse inwardly, "You bitch, do what you're supposed to do, it's none of your business, what are you watching..."
At that moment, something in the shadows behind her was also moving.
I saw that the woman's body was impacted and began to shake violently.
Her reaction became intense, like a flamethrower soldier in a war movie who gets set on fire and frantically tries to put it out.
I heard Xiao Gong make some strange sound, an urgent shout that the game had scored a goal, "It's gushing water! It's gushing water!"
The others all tilted their phones down as if feeding a school of fish, but I couldn't see anything. Behind the thin curtain, the woman's lower body seemed unchanged.
Xiao Gong, "It really is!" Everyone was operating the camera with their hands. I knew everyone was zooming in on the camera, trying to see more clearly.
The child's English was mixed and fast-paced, saying, "On the contrary, they believe in love..." I couldn't make out what came after that.
The woman didn't turn around again, just as I had hoped. Her head began to tilt back, as if someone was pulling her hair from behind, dragging her head backward.
I could only see the side of a short, stout arm in the shadows. The woman seemed resistant. Yet her body reacted like a shrimp that had been electrocuted.
Then she began nodding her head back and forth like a chicken pecking at rice. Her entire body rippled with a surging, voluptuous quality. Even through the window screen, I could see her forehead was a vibrant red.
It couldn't be her.
Xiao Zhang was filming with his phone when he exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, it's leaking, it's leaking, holy crap!"
From my angle, I couldn't see what he was saying, but I knew it might be true. Because the woman I saw suddenly jerked her head up extremely high; I guessed she was screaming.
The curtains in front of her were twisted into large folds by her haphazardly moving hands, resembling a heart rate chart in some movies, distorted like a ghostly shadow.
There was a feeling of intense, chaotic pain and confusion.
The child's voice, which was reading English, suddenly stopped.
And I heard a very faint ringing, the rhythm of which was "Beautiful Bad Woman".
The pale-skinned woman in the window in front of me, even through the curtains I could see her mouth agape, exuded a fear reminiscent of witnessing someone drowning…
I heard my phone say, "The number you dialed is busy and cannot be answered at the moment..."
At the same time, I heard a roar like that of a female beast in a gladiatorial arena, "Awooo...", coming from a window in the residential area.
The phone on the other end was still ringing, but a few seconds later, everything stopped.
There was a sinking sensation, as if my body were stiff as iron, and a buzzing sound in my head...
Xiao Gong asked excitedly, "Did you see it? Did you get a picture?"
I didn't take a picture, but I could still see it—there was liquid slowly dripping from the point where the woman's scrotum met, like the snot from a person with a severe cold, and it was quite noticeable because it was somewhat reflective.
The black egg sac below had stopped shaking; instead, it was contracting and pulsating as if inhaling, vibrating like a blood-sucking parasitic mollusc.
The thick snot seemed to be drawn back slightly by the rhythm, but then continued to fall, growing longer and longer.
The muscles at the base of her fair, plump thighs trembled as if they were cramping, like she had been electrocuted.
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Some readers pointed out that a word in the previous chapter was misspelled. I apologize, the letters in that word were indeed spelled backwards.

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