The Overlord's First Love

  The room was quiet, only my sobbing could be heard. I lay in bed, tears streaming down uncontrollably, and I didn't know where so many tears came from. The quilt covering my face must have been stained with a lot of tears and snot.

  The tyrant suddenly turned around, he lifted the quilt covering my face, he looked at me with a displeased expression, and asked if I was done yet. It had been almost half an hour, but I still hadn't cried enough. I reached out to grab some tissues to wipe away my tears, and told him that I would be fine in a bit.

  The overlord sat on the bed with his hands clasped together, looking at me and saying, "I've found that you women are really scary. You cry like a faucet, once it's turned on, it won't stop."

  I retorted, you guys are like men who don't cry, didn't you ever cry when you were a kid? I had a male classmate in elementary school, and when he cried, it was like a faucet! He was already in the fourth grade, but once he started crying, if you held a basin in front of him, you might be able to fill half of it.

  The overlord clasped his hands behind his back and let out a cold laugh, saying that at least by the time he was in fourth grade, he didn't know what it meant to cry. He told me that whenever the other kids in the courtyard cried, their families would gather around to comfort them, but as soon as his old man saw him crying, he'd take out his belt and whip him. The harder he cried, the more severely he was whipped, with the old man cursing at him all the while: "What's a real man doing crying?"

  I couldn't help but roll my eyes when I heard that, what a puny little guy, what kind of man is that.

  The tyrant's interest was not bad, and he continued to tell him that he had been beaten with a whip since he was a child. Later, he attended military school, grew stronger than his father, ran faster than his father, and his father couldn't do anything about it, so he wasn't beaten anymore.

  When he said those words, he had a complacent expression. I was puzzled where the tyrannical and abnormal personality of the overlord came from. It turned out that it was inherited from his father's personality, which was indeed extremely violent and ferocious.

  In this atmosphere, our interaction is harmonious. The tyrant still has that superior attitude, but seems not difficult to get along with.

  I looked up at his chest, where there was a scar as thick as a thumb. I pointed and asked if this wasn't something his old man had done? The Overlord hung his head and took a look, saying it was his grandfather who had done it. When he was little, he had taken Wen Hui to play by the pond, but Wen Hui had fallen into the lake. Luckily, an adult had noticed, or else Wen Hui would have been dead. His grandfather had rushed over and broken off a nearby bamboo stick to hit him with.

  I looked at his scar, and at that time, his grandfather must have used a lot of force. His whole family are violent thugs! At this moment, I also became bolder, and I asked him if he would beat his children in the future when they were born. The tyrant raised an eyebrow and said that if the child doesn't listen, they will definitely be beaten. He said that if you don't beat the child, they won't know what it means to be afraid, and they won't become well-behaved.

  Alright! It seems that their family motto is "beating out filial piety". One generation abuses the next, whoever is born as the tyrant's son will surely suffer a lot in the future, what bad luck!

  Of course, I wouldn't say such things. I asked him how he would treat his daughter if he had one. He furrowed his brow and his face turned gloomy, making me feel like I'd asked an inappropriate question. Just as I was about to change the subject, Ba Wang put his arm around my waist and pulled me into his embrace. He said that in the future, if he really had a daughter, she could live whatever life she wanted, marry whatever kind of man she wanted.

  I recall his expression when he mentioned his sister, who says being born into a family like theirs is lucky, my head buried in the bosom of the sofa, no longer speaking.

  Although the tyrant told me about his family affairs, I didn't have any delusions beyond my own identity. Because I was too clear that he just needed someone to listen to his heart, and those things couldn't be told to a psychologist. So he chose me, I had been a mistress before, no one would believe what B said, and there was another main reason, I had no power or influence, and I wouldn't threaten him. He poured out the secrets like trash, and after vomiting, his heart felt relieved.

  I treated it as a story and didn't publish any thoughts. He hugged me into the quilt, my forehead against his chest, and asked me what I felt when I saw Song Mu again.

  I suddenly looked up at him, my eyes were vigilant, I was afraid he would cause trouble again. He smiled lightly and told me that his first girlfriend got married last month. I couldn't believe that a playboy like him still remembered his first love, he's not a sentimental man!

  His chin rested on my head, and he quietly started telling that story. He said that from a young age to adulthood, he was the troublemaker in the courtyard. Actually, I think the definition of a troublemaker is those boys who like to pull girls' braids, run off during gym class to cut girls' hair ribbons, and might even secretly throw mice or cockroaches onto girls' desks.

  The overlord would also admit that he was the king of troublemaking. I looked up at him in disbelief, and he glared at me fiercely, scolding me for staring.

  He told me that he held a girl's hand in elementary school fifth grade, and kissed some girl's mouth in junior high school. Those don't count as dating, the little kid doesn't understand what feelings are at all, just curious. Okay! I've gained experience, others knew how to hold girls' hands since elementary school fifth grade.

  He said his real first love was in high school, the girl was the class president, studied well and was beautiful, looked very pure, while he was notorious for being a bad student, a second-generation rich kid. It's actually just a cliché of a good girl falling in love with a bad boy, it's not ordinary at all.

  He continued to say that at the time, he felt that the girl was really *** clean, and he treated her like a star, like the moon, and even his relatives thought it was a shame. Later, he went to military school, and the two were in a long-distance relationship. In the first year, they almost wrote sweet letters to each other every day, but by the second year, the girl didn't even respond once a month, and after some time, she stopped responding altogether. He took leave and ran to the girl's home, waiting at the bottom of her house, where he saw a boy sending the girl back home. He rushed over, beat up the boy, and turned around to walk away.

  The overlord told a story that was really not good, not vivid at all. He smiled and asked me if I knew why the girl dumped him. Of course, I didn't dare to guess, even if I knew, I would pretend to be stupid, so I shook my head to show that I didn't know.

  The overbearing boss smiled self-deprecatingly and told me that he learned from the girl's best friend that she was disgusted that in three years of dating, all the overbearing boss dared to do was hold hands and kiss her forehead, while the other guy kissed her on the third day and took her to a hotel room in less than a month.

  "Alright! Ba Wang's response has left me speechless. I finally understand why he has such a huge prejudice against women. I really want to meet that girl**, she's too awesome! She actually dares to give Ba Wang a green hat and also dares to dump him."

  I asked him if he hated the girl very much, he shook his head and smiled, saying that he had long forgotten what the girl looked like. The news of her marriage was told to him by Wen Xin, who gave the girl a red envelope on his behalf.

  He flipped over and pinned me down, telling me that he was really grateful to that girl for making him realize how much women can take. His weight of over 150 pounds pressing down on me was truly unbearable.

  He leaned in close to my face, his right hand against my cheek, and said, "Lu Xiaowen, you're also pretending. You and other women like to pretend to be gentle, but you don't make me disgusted. You think you're smart, but you have self-awareness. People say that actors are heartless and promiscuous, but at first, I suspected that your chivalry was just a clever trick to attract men. However, I found out that you're not as bad as I imagined, and you're actually quite interesting."

  Damn it, you think I'm a ball or something! You're having fun, you're really having fun, your whole family is having fun.

  He let out a snicker, looked at me and said "Lu Xiao Wen, you're scolding me again, aren't you?" I was too lazy to bother with him, shook my head and told him I was going to sleep.

  He didn't wait for me to finish speaking, and lowered his head to kiss my lips. It was another surprise attack. I widened my eyes to look at him, and he covered my eyes with his hand, skillfully teasing my tongue. The king's mouth had a hint of menthol flavor, like the Yunnan Baiyao toothpaste, not unpleasant.

  He kissed me and then went down along the neck, his hand reached into my pajamas, I caught his hand and told him that I was having my period.

  At that moment, his face turned particularly ugly, looking as if he wanted to kill me with a knife. Seeing his ferocious expression also scared me, I suggested using another way, he lifted the quilt and scolded a sentence "Damn it, *** , no energy".

  He was covered up to his head with the quilt, and it seemed that he had a strong unfulfilled desire. Aunt Flo came again, not as I thought, anyway it's not my fault, I also shrank into the quilt, sleeping, anyway the uncomfortable one is not me.